ICP was kind of popular where I went to high school. I’m invested in the Juggalo movement with the kind of detached rancor, as it’s a part of me- I hold for filthy public restrooms( I delight in how disgusting they are, the dirtier, the better), the faded colors of poor church’s nurseries, KOA Campgrounds, Ball Canning Jars, Free Mason Meeting Halls, deserted diapers, tree stumps with an axe in ‘em, copper pots, kiddie pools, yard decor, dying wind-up toys, smaller County Fairs, bike rallies, Ohio River Rats, Christmas stores, dirty pictures, ugly murals, backyard junk heaps including tire collections( where else to put them?), Raccoon hunting, gravel pits, old ice cream/burger shacks, drive-thru beverage buildings, license plate collections, broken planes, boat propellers, gumball machines, bronze wall sculptures, hoarders, head shops, oak paneling, cuckoos, monogrammed shutters, house crests, Home Shopping Network, taxidermy, barber shops, paddleboats, sisterns, tobacco barns, man-made lakes, fishing lakes, ball fields, outhouses, and what comes down to, most things white trash like I observed in the countryside I grew up in and was part of. Appalachian stuff if you want to boldly generalize, which I boldly am.
I read DListed every day to escape whatever task it is I’m trying to finish. Anywoo, my main blog diva Michael K linked to this 2009 site, which led me to Derek Erdman’s paintings HERE. I savor that he’s documenting the Juggalo culture at their annual event close to his home and on the sly, produces these wise little single-subject paintings. Like he’s winking at us. I like them cuz most of ‘em aren’t punch lines, D.E., who I fancy to be a bit like me in terms of interests, likes signage and objects. And they’re not the best technical paintings, but it’s purposeful and it’s the style I like. In fact, while we’re being honest– I would like most things better if children drew them.
Eating Corn.
