Landscape & Still Life From A Third Eye View.
The guarded, stoned, erratic faces of people on buses, streets, trains, planes, etc. have always been a well of sorts for me to draw upon in my work. Maybe because I have always found them to be slightly unnerving, like a spider crawling on your arm, especially people in shopping malls. The eyes are wide, pupils dilated, gripped by a sort of transcendental consumerism.
The interest for myself goes beyond just capturing some detail of their countenance: mouth slightly open, eyes glassy, listlessly wanting in a shallow catatonia of desire and self. Like an infant transfixed by a shiny bauble.
I love to study those faces in my notebooks and canvases. After many years of this I found that I would often catch my mind wandering into the more personal confines of my subject matter's environment. Each wrinkle and crevice would send me down strange neurological paths in my own thoughts; imagining the genesis of a particular scar, factories they worked in, bar fights, arguments with neighbors, domestic disputes.
At times I would ask questions while drawing or painting, at other times my subject's silence would say more than their words ever could. At the end of the day you are left with more of a sense of an intangible something that you would like to express than any solid or fully crystallized concept, and sometimes that's okay to do as an artist, or even just as a human.
In the spirit of that, I give you the above work, pieces of environments seen from the astral plain in a third eye view.
-Steven Lee Matz
In The Shadows - A Walk On The Dark Side
In the uncertainty of total darkness, our senses are peaked with the things our eyes are straining themselves to see. You wonder if you are alone or if you're about to trip over something and every sound is magnified a thousand percent. As your heartbeat picks up and your breathing intensifies, you wonder if the images you begin to see are real, or just pigments in your imagination. The lights flicker and the adrenaline rushes towards a crescendo of complete silence. When you open your eyes, what do you see? I saw this. Shhh. - Gus
Where In The World Is Seven Vegas?
A great specter is looming over the art world: the specter of Inter|Sekt. For far too long we have watched the artists of our generation turned into a disposable commodity, bought and sold by the galleries, stifled in their expression by the tastes of the art consultants who purchase pieces on behalf of financially minded clients who want a "solid investment".
They have been amalgamated into schools, said schools are a device of gallerists and art historians to divide and conquer the creatives and free thinkers.
For we live in a nation which thinks itself to be free yet is not, they expect the same of their artists.
Our culture has been raped and plundered by the upper echelon, picked apart and sold by the same greed mongers who claim to be it's patrons. The tool which has most effectively stunted the growth of modern American art in particular is the clever indoctrination of this idea of schools to not only the art student but anyone whom even reads a brief survey of the history of art sees that it is broken up into these categorized schools; ultimately the philosophies of these various sects creates conflict, division, and ultimately destruction of the morale and submission to the established order. Thus rendering the creative spirit confused and useless.
This helps curb the rebellious spirit of the average citizen outside of the art world in other spheres of society.
Art history is a lie and galleries are dens of thieves!
Inter|Sekt is not destroying the schools or the galleries, we are simply showing you they were never real, at least not in a world outside of that constructed by academics to sell text books to art students.
The reign of the gallerists and art consultants is over when you want it to be.
From the ashes of the indoctrinated schools of every form of art shall arise The New World Creative.
-Steven Lee Matz-
The inter|sekt manifesto