ATOMIC

by Matt Dabrowski and the Many Hands of Glamour

Rorschachian augury, heavy metal oil paintings or public skidmarks? This photographic series is a typological study of motor oil spots in public places. I was curious about these peculiar constellation-like arrangements as incidental compositions authored unconsiously in a successive collaboration. These ugly or overlooked abstractions are the constantly changing detritus of our everyday drives.

No matter what we perceive as being natural, for example - flowers, childbirth, plastic, atomic bombs or crabsticks; nature’s patterns still flow through the built environment. Like matter through time, patterns and structures arise and fall, with no exclusion, according to the laws of nature.

Does this randomly made art, via our addictive re-liberation of carbon, allude to the wonder of creation? Or does it evidence the ubiquitous dark rites of our modern Cult of the Hydrocarbon?

‘Art or Die’ for Jeremy. A.K.A. ‘Heresy’. Thanks for showing me the bigger picture.