Moon cheese. American Singles weren’t enough, Monterey Jack wasn’t enough, Parmigiano-Reggiano wasn’t enough. We came to the new world, we brought cheese, we made cheese, we invented “pasteurized process cheese food”, and some of us were lactose intolerant the whole time. We will do the same on the Moon. It’s the new American sublime, the world I paint: endless awe and relentless advancement, held alongside their unexamined consequences.
My artwork lives in a retro futuristic space-age of satire and sublime, reflecting our present. There is a classical sublime, where the Moon is a much taller and more dangerous mountain, and a New American Sublime, sprawling absolutely everywhere. Where abundance applies to what we want, and what we don’t. We have two habits: we push into the unknown and bring the old with us. That is our ingenuity: going everywhere it can while taking everything along with it. We put men on the Moon. We put cows on the Moon. For Moon Cheese.