What is uncommon about John?

- Salvador Joel Alonday

The artist, possessed by an obsessive-compulsive mania for seeing value in any thing, collects even the debris of memory as mementos and afterward composes them in a box- to be fastened with clamps or clips and held secure with cords, tapes and lashes into a cohesive package of moments. He considers the leftovers, the reverse and unseen, the castaways; compartmentalizing the remains of the day into framed compositions of sheaths, peels, casings, cores and props –plus other detritus of human activity and consumption.

We are transformed by what we consume, and at the end of the day, shed off our cloths and recount the story of our daily transfigurations. Lazarus is absent here. Still, in the schematics of objective representation, a human figure is but an element, and there’s very little difference in the rendering of soft drapery or the subtle tones of a young woman’s skin, figuring the anthropometric proportions of a truck or the physique of Adam, expressing with paint and brush on canvas the etched leather countenance of one’s grandmother or the weathered physiognomy of wood and metal.

In the correlation between artist and audience, what contexts and meanings we put in- become elements in the process of what happens in that viscous space between the viewer and the work. For what is first instance in art but to give aesthetic form to chaos and put things in order for your consideration?