Eerie and where my dad fits in

20140726-225049-82249257.jpg My dad’s birthday is Monday and me and pink Floyd killed it tonight! My father introduced me to art in some awesome ways, one being his comic book collection. I’m an illustrator of life and his guidance led me to the discovery of this truth , so what better way to welcome another year with the ole boy than to immortalize his image in skeleton form on a collection that brings so many great memories for him.

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About toccopolasam

Artist Statement: I'm an outsider artist of women's traditional arts. I've been categorized both as a folk artist and south Gothic artist. I'm not sure either category fits me, but I know my art is informed by a feminine gaze. I distrust labels of this kind. Like my grandmother sewing, I do this because I consider it beautiful. I believe in making art that has a narrative, one that creates an ambiance contributing to the visual effect of the work. Like all Southerners raised in the specter of Lost Cause discourse, memories haunt me and my work as an artist. Although southern Gothic is generally rendered in ockers and gray because of multiple layers of decay on the genre, I use garish, Madi Gras colors in defiance of the myth that Scarlett O Hara is alive and well and living in Toccopola. My art searches the landscape for signs of the new south, I'm trying to scrape off the Mary Kay and show the real face however pock-marked of lady antebellum.
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3 Responses to Eerie and where my dad fits in

  1. Greg Calfee says:

    You do Berni Wrightson proud. I got warped early on by Sivad and Fantastic Features so I passed it down. You’re a chip off the old knothead.

    Love you and the homage,
    Dad

  2. Greg Calfee says:

    No AMAZING or ASTOUNDING or even STARTLING STORIES and it’s never been a HOUSE OF SECRETS so it shouldn’t be UNEXPECTED that I stay up till the CREEPY and EERIE WITHCHING HOUR when it’s a VAULT OF HORROR in this CRYPT OF TERROR. Nope, no HOUSE OF MYSTERY here. Just another WEIRD WAR in my WEIRD TALES of the WEIRD FANTASY of my UNKNOWN WORLDS.
    Love you,
    Dad

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