Smell the Roses on the Way Along
Exposition / Exhibition
27 mars – 31 mai 2014
27 March – 31 May 2014
Vernissage / Opening
Jeudi 27 mars 2014 de 20h à 22h
Thursday 27 March 2014 from 8 to 10 pm
Mar. – Sam. 11:00 - 19:00 & sur rdv
Tues. – Sat. 11 am - 7 pm & by app.
SUZANNE TARASIEVE PARIS / LOFT 19
Passage de L’Atlas / 5, Villa Marcel Lods, F5019 PARIS
”Raise a glass to your old grandfather. Let the toast be, ‘Smell the roses on the way along.’ And remember- head up! Thumbs by the seams of your trousers, and when all else fails, laugh. Hold tightly when you’re strong, and when you have to, let go gently.”
These are the closing lines to a letter left for Neal Fox by his grandfather John Watson, and opened 20 years after his death. Over time Watson, a former bomber pilot, pulp fiction writer, chat show host and publisher, has become a kind of mythical totem figure and alter ego for Fox. In his black hat and coat Watson is our guide on a journey through time, space, and pop culture.
In his increasingly layered drawings Fox attempts to break through the space time continuum, creating Bacchanalian scenes of liberation through humour and chaos, using a cast of rebels who have helped shape our collective consciousness. Maverick scientist Wilhelm Reich channels orgone energy from the gyrating groin of Elvis Presley, Pussy Riot bury Vladimir Putin in the sands of Libertalia, the Madagascan pirate utopia described in William Burroughs Cities of the Red Night, while a Kurtz like Jim Morrison and a gorilla suited Marlene Dietrich recline in a decadent and brutal jungle inspired by the films of Werner Herzog. Infused with influences such as Hieronymus Bosch, Underground Comix, Neue Sachlichkeit, Tijuana Bibles, and the psychedelic art of L B Cole, Fox’s work follows Burroughs maxim that ”there is no line between the ‘real world’ and the world of myth and symbol”.
”Irreverent yet pulsing with obsession, Fox’s depictions of iconoclasts from Francis Bacon to Johnny Cash expose the ways in which lives are transformed into legends. Fox rips these figures from their context and tampers with cultural signifiers like a boozed up plastic surgeon”.
Priscilla Frank, The Huffington Post