"And The Fields Have Turned Brown" by Jim Wright
"Sumthin Bout Dat Show at Rare Gallery a Jim Wright's Paintin's..." NYArts Magazine Vol. 9.
(March/April 2004) N. 3/4 pg.39.
Damn. You know, I wuz in a hills a West Ver-Gin-I-A for most a thuh
Chrissmus season hangin out with my folks n my buds, getting high, drankin and
sleepin and forgettin about all duh bullshit that gets in my hed frum ridin dem
subwuays and dealin with all m assholes in New York only to cum back up here
needin sumthin to write about for iss here art magazine.
I ain't had no ideas. Not fer quite sum time. An'a course I put it off till the
last minit. Ain't seen no good art neither cuz assept dem hills (boy dem hills shore
is purty.) thay just ain't got nun uh dat FINE ART down der in the South. So I went up
to old fancy pants land in Chelsea to see whut I could turn up to make fun of and I
ran into this killer show at Rare Gallery.
It wus fuuuuuuked up dude! I saw them pitures by Jim Wright and dey wus
coo man. I mean really coo man. Ya'll gotta check iss shit out.
Der was a house paintin what looked juss like uh house out old Four Pole
Creek Road! Like on da Adkins propurty! Near Barboursville you know! It was
called "And the Fields Have Turned Brown" Cuz they do man! In duh fall them
fields up and turn brown! I ain't never seen home look so good! Sheeit.
Anyways, I really liked dat piture. But he made a cooler one of them Ghost
Busters catchin them ghost Amps over top of that black metal guy split in half on
the floor of that livin room. Reminded me of that time Me n ol Rob and Les took
all at acid and watched them stars floatin all over the livin room in JU-ly. It was
just like them little KISS heads floatin' all around them Ghost catchin streams in
at pitchur. Shit.
But I tell you what really got me rememberin all the SY-Coe-Dellic drugs
I took was that paintin "Fuzz Love in The Tub". Shit, all them purty colors sprayin
out a that rock show and every single one a them people in duh audience was in
n old barrel hot tub. Like they wus floatin down the O-High-O River only it wuz
made of colurs. Damn that shit was good. I bet 'dem people wus havin fun at night.
I feel bad for yall if yall missed it. I feel good for ya'll who saw it. And if yall didn't
like it at all then yall just need a vacation in the woods near where I was raised up
an' you'll understand juss how cool it can be to smoke a joint, go to a concert and
afterwards do it to a purty country girl while you watch Ghostbusters in a trailer in
Boone County. Hey! at's just whut dat show made me thank of. I ain't tryin to be
onery er nuthin. Juss honest.
I heard Ole Jim was a right purty music player too. Shit. If he plays at geetar
as good as he makes dem paintin's hes gonna be a country music star just like ol
Skynerd or Hank Williams.
Good job dude. At's all... Laiter.