"Je suis moi doodah doodah" was created many suns ago using photocopies of my face. The wonderful thing about working with a photocopier is its speed. It reproduces multiple variations quickly, in this case, my open mouth.

My staccato, machine gun bullet heads grow into a bizarre mirror of vocalists. This cluster yields a group comprised of many "meees." If I look at the faces individually, each reveals a new identity that I can dissect, rearrange, revamp, or build upon. A painting is never really finished, it can be destroyed to recreate something new. A part becomes an embryo.

I choose to reinvent the character that appears in the upper right hand corner. Funny how one leads to many, and many lead back to one.

Technology is a boon to contemporary artists, it allows us to make creative leaps in seconds that might have previously taken months. The danger lies in relying too much on what the computer can do. It's just another tool. Getting down and dirty drawing, painting, cutting, ripping, pasting, gluing feeds the imagination by using all of the senses.

I like both approaches and alternate between making art the old-fashioned way and using software to stimulate discovery. 

The head upper right above morphs into the new one on the right via technology. I can almost feel the blues, a sorrowful lament of how he or she banged the door on the way out!

Singing is generally thought to be a pleasant activity, yet  expressed emotions appear physically and mentally agonizing.  Contemporary performers and opera singers often look as though they are in extreme pain.  What is it about this activity that engenders such radical facial transformations? 

Whatever the reason, bring it on!.