These works are the evidence in a passive-aggressive presentation that, at once, seems both comforting and disturbing. These works signal some of the first use of fine antiques as the symbols in assemblage, instead of discarded found objects.

This isn't about random. These works came together in the darkest folds of the soul. They are both painful and pleasing to create. Painful for the history. Pleasing for the catharsis. They glorify the vice. They sanctify the privilege. They document the fall from Grace. They will strike a discordant note in many. Some might feel that they are too close for comfort. They are. This gallery is the dark side of the museum. No apologies are made. None were ever made to me, born to a man named Art.