Ghost Gun / The Trajectory Of Radical Politics
What made this drawing necessary was the furniture. Not a range, not a standoff — a couch, in ordinary afternoon light, in a room where somebody watches television. A rifle assembled at home from unserialized parts has no history and no paperwork, and here it has no ceremony either. It is simply where you left it.
So I refused to rank anything. The stripes of the upholstery took as long as the barrel; the sling gets the same attention as the optic. Colored pencil is a democratic medium in that respect — every square inch costs the same number of hours — and the flatness is the argument. Nothing in the picture is more urgent than anything else, which is exactly the problem.
The subtitle is not ironic. This is where the trajectory lands: not a barricade, but a living room, the politics fully domesticated and available in parts.
Series: Exceptionalism