It’s a strange thing growing up in a small town. Earlier
this year I was working on a sketch of a friend who is snarling and throwing
gang signs with the Idaho Falls LDS temple in the background. She’s covered in
tattoos and sports an urban grill. I assume it’s urban since I’ve never seen
grills advertised in Idaho that didn’t include gas or charcoal in the description.
I did see a grill store in the Dearborn mall
while in Detroit Michigan. As a matter of fact it was the first store I saw as I
entered! (I took a “not from around
here” cell phone picture to prove it). Ok….. back to the story.
My friend isn’t
covered in tattoos nor does she sport a grill. She works as a dental hygienist
at a local dentist’s office. She’s as conservative as they get and even bowls
on a women’s league! Anyway, the
juxtaposition of these two very different elements of urban meets small town
created an awkward feeling of my experience growing up in Ashton Idaho. Don’t
get me wrong, I loved it for the most part. Some things I could have done
without but who can’t relate to that?
The “strange” had more to do with seeing my life through the
fuzzy glasses of teenage angst. Confined by popular local beliefs we dragged Main
Street listening to Metallica and experimented with big city influence. An
innocent rebellion compared to the standards of urban mischief right? Well,
there was more going on during that time that I’ll keep to myself but you know
what I mean. For the most part it was
all about friends living it up whenever and however we could! The influence of what I assumed was a “big
city” lifestyle came to me through television and music. Mostly music but this
isn’t what created the “strangeness” I wrote about. It was the thought of what
exactly created this same rebellion in girls growing up in the same time and
place.
An example of what I is mean is, well, what influenced the
huge bangs hovering over the forehead of these girls during that time? I really
don’t know. Was this a toned down
version of an innocent rebellion? If I
remember correctly it was the tallest or highest hair sail that got recognized,
or maybe it was the best styled? I’m not sure but they were big. So what influences
the kids of Ashton Idaho today? What strange fad has made its way into the
scenic gateway called Ashton Idaho? What innocent and not so innocent rebellion
wafts through the air of those paved streets and open farm fields?
Out of these confused questions came many ideas for a sketch
or painting. So I took them and mashed them up and out came a new painting
titled 652-GIRL. It’s the 2011
clash of
trends meets the small town Ashton girl. Cheers to the girls graduating
in the
early 90’s with your big hair, platform shoes, neon colors, oversize
sweaters,
acid wash jeans and see through Fossil watches! Yeah! I can almost hear
Jesus Jones screaming through the Z103 lifeline, "Right here, right now
there is no other place I'd rather be"!
652-GIRL oil on canvas: Click on image to see details of lil ol Ashton. |
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