It just happened. The crazy, I mean. The first crayon I held was like a magic wand and I knew instantly there were countless worlds to explore. At the edge of the backyard of my childhood home stretched a cornfield three times taller than the tallest boy and I was definitely not that boy. It stood so deep and vast that it looked like green midnight inside.
This is my alchemy...this is how I attempt to transmogrify negative to positive. This is what I have to give. This is my little drummer boy crazy. This is Vicarious Velocity.
April 5th - August 2nd, 2019
Jason Comotto Kansas City
My drive to create art mirrors my motivations to watch movies, listen to music, and read books. I enjoy a good story. I want a plot and characters that make me crave a journey the way I did when I was 5. Over the years the objects that hold these stories seem to have taken on some of the same attributes. When I look at the ninja turtles tape now, I think of my mom walking me through the video store. I remember the times huddled on the carpet watching it with my brother. I held onto it the same way you do with a childhood blanket. I have had countless opportunities to get rid of all these things. But I can’t. And at some point these objects became just as important as the information hidden within them.