We imagine history into existence every day. Shaping the world around us as we go. And I remake histories with every piece. From a motley crew of tales tall and true. A melange of sweet and sour myths, signs and symbols. Cut from copyright free museums all over the world then pasted into Photoshop where I alchemise the lot. Until everyone and everything is ripe enough for my kitsch mythology.
My Photoshop alchemy transmutes disparate elements into a kitsch mythology. A tapestry woven from threads of fact and fantasy. Art is a rebellion against the tyranny of linear narratives, queering the past and future into a delicious paradox of authenticity and invention. With every cut and paste, I challenge our subscribed fictions, inviting viewers to question the very fabric of their perceived realities.
These collages are not mere assemblages but portals to infinite possibilities, where opulence dances with whimsy and exuberance cavorts with myth. My work is a testament to the fluidity of truth, a visual manifesto that celebrates the ever-evolving nature of history and memory.
Each piece is a universe unto itself, simultaneously grounded in historical artifacts yet soaring beyond the constraints of time, offering a tantalizing glimpse into a world where the surreal is simply a matter of perspective.
Don’t get the cotton candy twisted. Every piece I create is true. Sourced from truth and grounded by it. But never real, mythologically speaking. Even though reality's a fiction, too. Just the one we're all subscribed to, which doesn’t make it untrue. That's the thing about the truth. Or the past. We know they move in both directions. Myriad, in fact. Never sitting still or doing as they’re told. Forever questioned, dissected, reframed and upended. Queered and inverted. Packaged and performed. Told, retold, adapted then sold. Evolving like everything else. Which is why I like to think my art exists outside of time. Reaching for infinity instead of reality. A kaleidoscope of mish-mashed truths that are only ever as surreal as we choose to make them...
Toby Leon