Ever fantasize about a baby-headed Karl Rove cuddling a duchess Ronald Reagan or perhaps a handsome Jesus-Reagan cradling a little Glenn Beck lamb? Greenpoint artist, Michael Caines, 46, has dedicated the past year to doing just that. In his new series of paintings, Caines has brought these characters to life, accompanied by a small throng of others. They can be seen in his New York debut, a solo show titled, Perfect Happiness, which opens this Thursday at the Mulherin Pollard Projects in Chelsea.
Brooklyn The Borough: Your work is very much about imagined worlds. When you are working you seem to be in your own world and you always wear headphones. What do you listen to?
MC: My early work reflected internal reflections. As an adult, I went through a life shift– I became more interested in looking out at the world. Understanding my identity is not separate from the history or the moment I live in or the place I am living in. I want to have some type of relationship to that. Earlier in my career I may have been more attracted to gender and male identity. But now my practice is in an adult realm that bridges the internal with the external. It’s a more comprehensive approach to art-making.
MC: I am not very sophisticated in my politics. I also don’t like the Canadian point view of Anti-Americanism; it’s a knee jerk. As a Canadian and as a citizen of the world, we’re all affected by American politics. All of us absorb so much media that we tend to feel impotent in big politics. I want to feel like I have some space and power to act upon stuff. I want to have some agency. Canada is the mouse next to the elephant. America is self-mythologizing but it has also been mythologized by the rest of world. I am genuinely fascinated and entertained by American politics. Perfect Happiness came out of my wanting to have a better understanding of American history. Prior to moving to the States, my image of US political figures was always very vivid.
There is a tenderness in these figures, for sure. They aren't mean, or funny, or even cute. They are poignant, sweet, ill-behaving kiddies with all the worldpower every 4-year narcissistically imagines they have: they power to blow up the world with their tantrums. Good they Rove et al, don't really have that power, I mean — whoops! — uh oh …
I heart Literal Magicalism.
This time without the ypos:
There is a tenderness in these figures, for sure. They aren't mean, or funny, or even cute. They are poignant, sweet, ill-behaving kiddies with all the worldpower every 4-year-old narcissistically imagines they have: the power to blow up the world with their tantrums. Good thing Rove et al, don't really have that power, I mean — whoops! – uh oh …
I heart Literal Magicalism.