From the artist: "I think clowns get a bad rap these days. Their image has transformed from the comic goofball into a horror icon (thanks in part to real-life serial murderer, John Wayne Gacy, novelist, Stephen King, and one of my favorite films, Killer Klowns from Outer Space). Most people now seem to have an ingrained aversion. Clowns can definitely be disturbing, I’ll give you that, but for me, therein lies both the charm and the frisson. I prefer to add my own (sometimes) sinister take on a wholesome-looking clown rather than see an outright creepy horror clown. That’s too easy and obvious. I thrill at the manic happiness, the slapstick silliness and most of all, the exaggerated sadness of the classic circus clown. The frowning clown holding a broken flower with a tear streaming down his cheek moves me.. Perhaps he is preemptively mourning his loss of status in the hierarchy of revered male entertainers. “You used to love me!”
"A good friend recently said, 'There is a thin line between a clown and a drag queen.' I totally agree. A clown is basically a type of masculine drag, but men wearing make-up in any context has a certain power. The clowns in this show are intended to amuse and unsettle, not to scare. (Is it even possible now for a clown to elicit subtle reactions?) The source material was vintage paint-by-number paintings and mid-century photographs. The death/suicide series is a clown graphic of my own."