My buckets live in the crass end of the neighborhood. They’re my modern remix version of Andy Warhol’s soup cans based on slang the kids these days. When you break it down, it’s pretty vulgar; however, I think there’s been a moment or two in all our lives that we can all relate to the desperation, yearning, and desire.
As a cisgender homosexual male artist in the twenty-first century, I often find myself still searching for what feels like the right way of representing myself and my art, especially in the lens of social media. I have found myself compartmentalizing my life and often stuck in the cycle of which parts to express. At times I’ve avoided bringing up my sexuality altogether, but then find it bursting at the seams to come out. As an artist and as a gay person, I hold myself to a particular responsibility for continuing our dialogue. As our society begins to become more inclusive and as the spectrum of humanity’s light brightens, I hope to encourage others to keep breaking down doors of hate and intolerance.
Mr. Orange/Mr. White