Date: Saturday, October 19
Address: Washington University, Weil Hall, 1 Brookings Dr, St. Louis, MO 63130 (Next door to the Kemper Art Museum)
Media: Digital Media, Mixed Media, Painting, Performance, Other
Studio Features: ADA Accessible, Child-Friendly, Outdoors, Restroom, Refreshments, Work For Sale
Chris Scott, Hooey Plump or Which way is west?, 2019. Mixed media on notebook paper on insulation foam. Courtesy the artist. 
Chris Scott, Green Horses or I Love You Bruce Nauman, 2019. Mixed media on notebook paper on insulation foam. Courtesy the artist. 
Chris Scott, I Love You Stanley Whitney, 2019. Mixed media on bristol and notebook paper on insulation foam. Courtesy the artist and Houska Gallery. 
Chris Scott, sadboyfuck1, 2019. Video, 22 minutes, 47 seconds, looped. Courtesy the artist. 
Chris Scott, Habit, 2018. Video, 1 minute, 54 seconds, looped. Courtesy the artist. Through painting and video, I craft a persona called sadboyfuck; knowingly playing into the cringeworthy truisms of the detached, desultory young male painter. The term “sadboy” comes from a pocket of internet culture fostered in the early 2010s where self-deprecating humor functions as a mode for young men to sardonically express sensitivity; a failed attempt at amalgamizing emotional delicacy with an outdated notion of machismo. Sadboyfuck attempts to ride the preconception of his aimlessness, laziness, and misanthropy, though he is not enough of a nonentity to avoid occasionally falling into these conducts. Sadboyfuck exists equally as a pathetic masquerade and a clumsy display of my actual temperaments.
My work relies on an assortment of quotations and appropriations. In painting, granules of aloof imagery and snippets of text collected from a stable of sources are slapdashedly inscribed on loose-leaf notebook paper before receiving a spunky glaze. The video work overtly tips its hat to Bruce Nauman, ambivalently a hokey homage and a vulnerable lampoon. Together, they propose a joke without a punchline; a painter bereft of ideas or motive, illiterate in the sacred tongue of abstraction; a poet pilfering the expressions of others; a cowboy without his steed or gun."
