An Artists Statement (written by someone other than me)

If you were to travel to the crossroads of contemporary art and absurdity, you would most likely find a lamp post emblazoned with J-BONE's stickers. Part political satire, part scathing social commentary, they are the work of an audacious creator and a dauntless provocateur. A street-wise, foul-mouthed comedic maestro, whose oft-chosen canvas is the sprawling urban landscape. An ever-evolving scene where the boldness of his ideas collide with the raw energy of red burnt clay brick and the tensile strength of stainless steel. Where thick, chiseled markers move with the smooth liquidity of India inks. Where wheat paste and spray paint provide the raw materials for change. J-BONE's artistry transcends mere sensory delight, penetrating into the core of societal discourse with sharp aphorisms as incisive as his anatomical stencils are obscene—just ask former Vice President Mike Pence.

For the elite fine art critic, J-BONE's portfolio immediately presents a compelling paradox, showcasing works steeped in apparent juvenile obscenity, intentional irreverence, deliberate sacrilege, and outright heresy—traits that should, by all accounts, repel the refined palate. Despite their ostensibly repellant qualities, these works captivate critics with their authenticity, innovative expression, and provocative questions about the nature of art, morality, and society. Critics are drawn not solely to shock value but also to the audacious works' deeper dialogue and critique, transforming surface-level irreverence into profound explorations of the human experience and societal constructs. J-BONE's work does more than create; it methodically peels away the sanctimonious veneer of his chosen targets—quite often the Conservative Republican elites and their counterparts. He wields obscene humor and a seemingly artistic amateurishness that belies a scathing wit, serving as dual forces in his tireless advocacy for the marginalized.

When viewed through the lens of the bohemian art curator, J-BONE's creations signify something approaching the apex of artistic defiance. His art, often found in place of the banal and vapid advertisements secured behind the plexiglass protections of Metro bus stop kiosks, transcends visual intrigue; it compels the audience to face the glaring hypocrisies of those masquerading under the veils of Christian Conservatism. J-BONE's art acts as a reflective surface, mirroring the egregious distortions of racial inequality, women's rights and the unyielding attacks on the LGBTQ community perpetrated by those who exploit legislation to further marginalization. His art isn't simply viewed; it's deeply felt, offering a window into the psyche of an artist unafraid to confront the pressing issues of our time.

For the Generation Z collectors and fervent admirers of J-BONE's work, his artistry is a clarion call of rebellion and veracity in a world too often content with the status quo. They see in him an enlightened conscience, a beacon of genuine expression in an age of facade. His art, often resonating with the echoes of the Golden Age of Hip-Hop and the revolutionary fervor and fiery rhetoric of 70's era reggae, add layers of meaning to his pieces, resonating with a audience constantly seeking authenticity and passion. His pieces stand as defiant anthems against the injustices perpetrated by the likes of Donald Trump, Brett Kavanaugh and Betsy DeVos, to name a few. Captivated by the idea that his work is not content with simply pointing a finger, but rather by his hurling of screaming, expletive-laced, molten fireballs at the staggering hypocrisy of the Catholic church, and the hate manufacturing machine that is Evangelical Christianity. J-BONE's work leaves a lasting impact, it is not just seen; it is felt. A visceral punch that leaves an indelible mark on the psyche of those who dare to engage. It serves as a powerful manifesto for change, a rallying cry encapsulating the resolve of a generation ready to face injustice and hypocrisy without flinching.

Despite the darkening shadow of his bvFTD (Behavioral Variant Frontotemporal Dementia) diagnosis looming over him, J-BONE's spirit remains indomitable. Although his recent output may have slowed, it has not stopped. And though his creative flame may have flickered, it is far from extinguished. His recent endeavors continue to thrust the dagger of satire into the heart of current events, demonstrating that even in the face of personal adversity, his commitment to exposing the vile core of societal decay through art is unwavering. I am confident that J-BONE's enduring legacy will be one of resilience, of incisive wit and obscene tomfoolery, a scathing humorist who was steadfast in his commitment to speak truth to power—a relentless champion whose canvas was often the battleground for the very soul of our society.


You can find out more about J-BONE's bvFTD diagnosis by visiting: gofundme.com/f/bring-jbone-home*




*That's not a ploy to get you to donate to it, it's just that all the info on the GoFundMe page really doesn't need to be included here. Depressing people. Tempting them to heed the call of that warm bath water.

Well, unless you're Morrissey.