18
Joss C. Motorbike
18 for me, it has always conveyed the powerful motor of an 18 wheeled hauler barreling down the autobahn, snubnosed and filled with the cargo little children beg their parents to buy. But this association, this is rubbish, you cannot make art for and about a beast of burden like the diesel belching many wheeled box truck. I refuse. Instead my inspiration came from a recent afternoon spent under the sky, imagining shapes in my mind, rotating them and making them come together to create new shapes. I used a free web-based 3D modeling application to make a crude 18 out of basic shapes, and downloaded this as a flat image, to which I added two of my favorite found photos, and in some capacity for masking and layering this final image was given form by me for you to your viewers. Having sat, laid, and stood next to this piece now for the previous 5 days I find myself intrigued by my own use of other peoples images, there is a, how do you say, naughty aspect there, but it is fair use, I think, to make the art, you must steal, as all great artists do whether consciously or not. I would like to continue to explore both this and the democratized ability to create 3 dimensional shapes on the viewing screen of my device. Very modern man of me.
Mr. Motorbike rides along the ridges and back country of Europe, traveling the lonely nights in quiet solitude, spending the days bedded down in fields and dales napping under the hot sun which burns and toasts his fragile skin. Stealing squash and carrots from too trusting farmers he survives on guile and luck alone, trading tales of woe and heartache for gasoline fuel for his meticulously maintained 1865 Moutor-gyro-cycle, which he has upgraded with a slant 6 and v12 as well as a state of the art gps unit, which he ignores because it's bollocks.