‘The High School Sweetheart’ was inspired by my uneasy sense that those of us who write, and perhaps even those of us who read, crime fiction are in some ambiguous way moral accomplices to evil. To celebrate the master crime writer is to celebrate the artful appropriation of violence that, in ‘reality,’ would appall and terrify us. Yet, such actions are redeemed through ‘art.’ (Or are they?)

Joyce Carol Oates, commenting on her short story in The Best American Mystery Stories 2002.

This awkward quote brings up something I think about often. The violence we read about and see in fiction has to come from someone’s mind. Someone has to take the real-life potential for horrible violence and recreate or exaggerate it for the sake of fiction. Imagine how many unpublished and violent works are out in the world that receive no attention in addition to the work that is published and produced.

I remember some NPR joint about Patricia Highsmith and one commentator’s belief that if she hadn’t become an author of crime fiction (a notion she apparently abhorred), she’d have become Actual Murderer Patricia Highsmith. She hated people so much that she wrote stories to get it out of her system. But then there’s JCO herself, a somewhat reasonable (?) person whose career as an author is largely focused on violence by and unto ourselves.

And I reckon that’s all. I think about it.

‘The High School Sweetheart’ was inspired by my uneasy sense that those of us who write, and perhaps even those of us who read, crime fiction are in some ambiguous way moral accomplices to evil. To celebrate the master crime writer is to celebrate the artful appropriation of violence that, in ‘reality,’ would appall and terrify us. Yet, such actions are redeemed through ‘art.’ (Or are they?)

Joyce Carol Oates, commenting on her short story in The Best American Mystery Stories 2002.

This awkward quote brings up something I think about often. The violence we read about and see in fiction has to come from someone’s mind. Someone has to take the real-life potential for horrible violence and recreate or exaggerate it for the sake of fiction. Imagine how many unpublished and violent works are out in the world that receive no attention in addition to the work that is published and produced.

I remember some NPR joint about Patricia Highsmith and one commentator’s belief that if she hadn’t become an author of crime fiction (a notion she apparently abhorred), she’d have become Actual Murderer Patricia Highsmith. She hated people so much that she wrote stories to get it out of her system. But then there’s JCO herself, a somewhat reasonable (?) person whose career as an author is largely focused on violence by and unto ourselves.

And I reckon that’s all. I think about it.

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Eric Nash’s “Western Pictures” at KP Projects Chinatown.

Currently on view at KP Projects Chinatown in Los Angeles, California and in association with Launch LA is artist Eric Nash’s darkly moving solo exhibition “Western Pictures.”

Featuring exceptional photorealistic charcoal drawings documenting the ever-mysterious idea of Los Angeles (not only as a place) which – at least to me – seems a location wrought with the very idea of dreams becoming a physical possibility, allowing these drawings to incorporate a sense of beautiful unreality.

Western Pictures” will be on view until May 13th, 2017.


Be sure you follow Supersonic Art on Instagram!

supersonicart:

Eric Nash’s “Western Pictures” at KP Projects Chinatown.

Currently on view at KP Projects Chinatown in Los Angeles, California and in association with Launch LA is artist Eric Nash’s darkly moving solo exhibition “Western Pictures.”

Featuring exceptional photorealistic charcoal drawings documenting the ever-mysterious idea of Los Angeles (not only as a place) which – at least to me – seems a location wrought with the very idea of dreams becoming a physical possibility, allowing these drawings to incorporate a sense of beautiful unreality.

Western Pictures” will be on view until May 13th, 2017.


Be sure you follow Supersonic Art on Instagram!

Camo hats used to make me bristle. Now it’s camo hats and red hats. It’s like the old days when certain colors meant danger and you prepared yourself for someone stepping up to you with some garbage or another. It’s the same shit renewed every decade or two.

My fantasy is standing at the window of a mountaintop getaway in the desert, far from colors. It’s an authoritarian state where the left is in brutal charge. Camo hats are banned. Red hats are burned. It’s zero tolerance for the Other Side of the Aisle and the inevitable, horrible backlash. No progress at all but immediately satisfying.

Today, I learned about a generation of scientists who want to be the first on Mars. Astronauts mostly wear white and gray. What colors will they wear when they land?

Camo hats used to make me bristle. Now it’s camo hats and red hats. It’s like the old days when certain colors meant danger and you prepared yourself for someone stepping up to you with some garbage or another. It’s the same shit renewed every decade or two.

My fantasy is standing at the window of a mountaintop getaway in the desert, far from colors. It’s an authoritarian state where the left is in brutal charge. Camo hats are banned. Red hats are burned. It’s zero tolerance for the Other Side of the Aisle and the inevitable, horrible backlash. No progress at all but immediately satisfying.

Today, I learned about a generation of scientists who want to be the first on Mars. Astronauts mostly wear white and gray. What colors will they wear when they land?

If you’ve got some time, you know, I just wanted to say I am sorry for everyone I’ve ever met online who I could have been friends with. I wish I could have been better or open and a lot less afraid. I wish we could have been friends. It didn’t work out that way. And I hope things are going well for you and your life.

If you’ve got some time, you know, I just wanted to say I am sorry for everyone I’ve ever met online who I could have been friends with. I wish I could have been better or open and a lot less afraid. I wish we could have been friends. It didn’t work out that way. And I hope things are going well for you and your life.