Here's a story of a man named Reybee...
A long time ago, Joe and Edith had sex, probably for the fourth time. Nine months later, their fourth child Rey popped out of her genitalia. A precocious child, Rey had this urge to create things. Armed with nothing but his dookie, he'd sculpt and finger paint works of Primitism, which was the beginning of his "Brown Period". Not knowing what to make of his "art", Joe and Edith left him to his own devices, probably not the most intelligent thing to do.
Years went by and Rey changed his media a few times... He went through pure media at first, mixing blood from scrapes, dried scabs and other organic body toss-offs and creating art that even baffled his harshest critics - his peers Erika Frei and Dougie Barbrack. But something compelled him to continue... there was a certain "fire" that consumed him, and pretty soon he was burning things. Feeling kinda creative with a match and a big batch of plastic wrap from a steak his mother had cooked earlier that evening, he created what was symbolically representative of a unicorn's head. "Bring me the Head of a Unicorn" is what he named it. He mounted it on a piece of black construction paper and presented it to his Second Grade teacher, Ms. Diamede. "P-shaw," she replied as she tossed it in the big green garbage bin. Tortured, Rey knew he'd be persecuted for his art from that point forward.
Time went on, and so did his artistic leanings. Graduating from popsicle sticks and common Elmer's Glue, to paper mache and shish-ka-bob sticks, to mud and grass, and then back again to popsicle sticks but this time with grass and shish-ka-bob sticks, he experimented and created. He built on his evolutionary art, evolving and metamorphizing, and deconstructing again. Like any great artist, Rey never settled on "easy" art. He refused to follow conventions of poster paint, markers and glitter.
"Art is an abomination," he has been often heard saying, as he arranges empty bottles of beer at his new traveling and interactive installation titled "Reybeer" currently found throughout bars and pubs in the NYC and NJ area.
"Art should never be shown, it should be birthed, like I from the womb of Edith."
Armingly armed and disarmingly alarming, Rey's art divulges the heavy pettiness of the human condition, exposing his connection with his art. "We are art... Art is we. We should all be comfortable enough to show our 'we-ness' more often. Expose yourself to my art, and I will expose myself to you."
