jungle on my wrist

Fictional objects frame the paintings in a sprawl of building materials and invented histories. In an effort to delineate space, Kevin Wingate lives next to a mountain in Glendale. The use of automotive pearlescents and spray paint along with traditional oil paint layers a new narrative. The result is off color humor with a formal approach to accumulating a personal language and customizing abstraction. The paintings construct an object that is neither representational nor natural phenomenon. The paintings can feel abrupt and awkward as paint is added to define space while continually mangling the surface. The process of degrading delineation connects the paintings to the weathered mountain, the hung piece of meat in a still life or the limited edition Enzo Ferrari. What is the moment where these objects exist as a whole and breaks apart at the same time? Rather, this country song is about shifting between painted object, photographic flash and visual culture. Kevin is answering the everyday with clumsy sophistication and a detached sublime.