Meet Mike Pare. His artsy (and utterly predictable) mark is leaps away from high-school doodling finger smudgers, right? Though it is also light years away from any kind of forward movement, which is a waste, even for someone who's interest clearly lies in a decade past. I would expect the method of delivery to challenge him, and there is no sign of a struggle in these drawings. He is obviously very comfortable with the implementation of graphite.
I find myself wondering if Mike Pare has ever had a hallucinogenic drug experience. If so, how did he come to characterize it with these day glow swirlies stamped like a heart attack in the middle of his admittedly skillful drawings? I don't even understand how it can be: the suggestion of hallucination is so subtle, and yet glaring enough to chew your face off.
I am also very interested in the off-shade delineations segregating persons that would otherwise actually make contact with their neighbor on the 2-dimensional plane (i.e. black hair, faint white line, then a black coat begins). Is this some sort of subconscious commentary or just a last ditch effort to make sure the eye is very clear where individual elements cease? How very un-collective-unconscious/inter-connectedness of you, Mike Pare!
That said, I would probably still hang one (any!) of these in my apartment. They are, after all, easy on the eye.
But are these Mandalas... really?
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Mike Pare
dropped by Lu lu b'goo at 8:54 AM
Labels: concert goers, graphite drawings, hopeless pragmatism, mandalas, mike pare, social protest
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