Justin James Voiss

Father.                     Rehabilitated Warmonger.                    Paintterror.                     Memory archiver.

A country’s collective residue and responsibility. Worlds bound together through packing tape, mark-making, acrylic, oils, saliva, fear, glue, war, charcoal, pastels, regret and iodine. The objects and documents discarded by our consumption of goods, services, celebrations, and ourselves. The detritus our grandparents once cherished; found on a canvas, a wall, living in a space under our feet, or like us; beneath the sky. Always surrounded by things we want to forget and avoid. Alternatively, things we desire to elevate; to a time, and place, where it all still tasted like a recollection of                                                                                candy.