[I]t appears we have stopped celebrating, or even acknowledging, the very thing that defines our entire race — our humanity. We are offering it up, as though sacrificially, to the machines we create and worship.
Because of this almost inevitable crisis of self, we find it important again, maybe now more than ever in the history of art making, to cling to our most basic possession — the human form. Call it a quiet revolution — the lone artist embracing the representation of man again . . . .
What a piece of work is a manifesto sometimes. Haha. Okay.
But the show should speak for itself, if Kent Williams’ own painting to be included in it is any indication. (Do, do click to enlarge!) For this even I would take off to southern California, if I could.