Monday, October 02, 2006





"To Mason, a particular sort of male beauty is everything. It doesn't exist in the world, but certain young actors and rock stars come reasonably close. Hence his art, which collages together extraordinary scraps of human matter, each body part carefully ripped from a photo or magazine, then glued down on a white sheet of paper and aligned with complementary fragments in painstakingly casual, Frankenstein-ish constellations. It's instinctive stuff. He can explain it in theoretical terms, but it's completely obsessive. Luckily for him, obsessive gay art is very trendy at the moment, so he makes a decent living. But his art's just about his own loneliness, period, whether collectors and critics understand that or not. He's building imaginary lovers, friends, sons, younger brothers, slaves, gods. It's a vaguely creepy thing, and it means a fucking ton to him, unlike his actual friends and acquaintances"

Dennis Cooper, Guide

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i love you
sorry i missed your call

Sorrow said...

I think I know who you are, anonymous.
And I love you too.