Clicking through my inbox this morning, deluged with paintings slathered in bright, saturated color, I was reminded of an artists book produced in an MFA seminar I taught last semester at the University of Connecticut.
Warning. It has a short line drawn
between sex appeal and a retinal overload gross out. 1990s action
figures, Toxic Avenger, these were the colors of mutants, Nickelodeon
slime, rainbow neon highlighters, the Springfield power plant, and
tanned leotard donned early morning ESPN exercise babes in front of
hawaii backdrops. At times it was a digital realm we were not physically
privy to, or an accent in a construction zone themed burger joint from a
now empty highway strip mall. Synthesisphillia is now Second Life. It’s
top-ten Pokemon cosplay blogs aggregating through the web. It’s
escapist. It’s teens and basketball celebrities. Charles Burchfield
channeled this sun air synthesis in a ‘spiritual’ or ‘other wordly’
quality without the use of even a highlighter. Synthetic is at once
safety, ether, god, science, disgusting, and sexy.