Friday, March 27, 2009
READER SUBMISSION: "Stage" by T; San Diego, marker on paper
Leroy Neiman made a nice living capturing sports stars in their moments of glory. Fan of his work or not, the borrowed interest brought a certain “look at me” to his pieces. So it’s no surprise that musicians get their fair share of idol worship amongst the “starving artist” crowd; it’s the three-chord route to stardom, right? Perhaps. Where T’s work differs, and in this reviewer’s mind far surpasses Neiman’s, is wholly on the principle of insight. Neiman’s paint-sloppily-yet-still-by-numbers approach has none. T’s decision to take larger than life rockers The Who, and shrink them to bite-size teletubbys is absolutely by design. They pale in comparison to their marquee - a not so subtle nod to the power of the promotional machine. But what’s most compelling is the decision to add a fifth band member to the infamous quartet. Has the artist left room for all of us who air-guitared “My Generation” in our bedrooms? Or the spirit of the deaf, dumb and blind Pinball Wizard? Entirely possible considering the artist’s name: Tommy.