Mo

Oil on Canvas, 48″ x 60″, 2014.

It was a disturbance in a nearby alley that had me jump out of bed early that Saturday morning. There he was, dressed sharp patiently searching beneath the open lid’s layered discards. From the moment our eyes locked there was a familiarity that hit close to home when we both found out we were from Georgia. As he spoke about the changes that had placed him on the streets and which were quickly about to take him back off, he spoke deeply about his two young boys, how he had tried to hide his affairs from them, and how recently, they had ‘caught’ him. He said he told them “one day you will understand… when you see it through the eyes of a man.”

To begin to comprehend the story of Mo, one must approach the facts from a different perspective. We must bend, kneel, or twist our way around what is before us to uncover the deeper truth. I intentionally did not write anything on top of the canvas. There is nothing to be learned when approaching the unknown when one approaches from above.

Mo, Oil on Canvas, 48" x 60", 2014. Josh Hunter

Mo, Oil on Canvas, 48″ x 60″, 2014. Josh Hunter

Mo, Oil on Canvas, 48″ x 60″, 2014 (Detail of canvas wrapped lettering). Josh Hunter

Mo, Oil on Canvas, 48″ x 60″, 2014 (Detail of canvas wrapped lettering). Josh Hunter

Mo, Oil on Canvas, 48″ x 60″, 2014 (Detail of canvas wrapped lettering 2). Josh Hunter

Mo, Oil on Canvas, 48″ x 60″, 2014 (Detail of canvas wrapped lettering 2). Josh Hunter

Mo, Oil on Canvas, 48″ x 60″, 2014 (Detail of canvas wrapped lettering 3). Josh Hunter

Mo, Oil on Canvas, 48″ x 60″, 2014 (Detail of canvas wrapped lettering 3). Josh Hunter

Mo (detail).

Mo (detail).

Mo (detail).

Mo (detail).

Mo (detail).

Mo (detail).