CA.VIAR

I moved to Los Angeles, California when I was 19 years old, nearly 25 years ago. It was, to say the least, the most important moment in my young artist life. Immediately exposed to what would otherwise be seemingly unattainable. Ushered in and introduced to lifestyles, in film and fashion and music. The vulgar and vain. Behind scenes and underground. The hidden and the hiding places. Wasted wealth, self-appointed successes and the fabulously foolish. And then, of course, the overarching blessings of a new found family of friendships. To share in it or shame it. To laugh and live and love together. The city was so different then. I was.
And as I collected and segregated the sincere from the silly, the grace from the grotesque, the love from the lie, this place defined itself. I defined myself. The first time someone placed caviar in front of me, a “boy” from Ohio, I wanted to palm it. To smear it, paint with it on a giant canvas. Thousands of dollars of it. And hang it on a wall. The gluttony and the greed. The wasted and the wanting. Yet somehow all so beautiful.

By JasonKoharik, 1997. Revisited 2020.

Dimensions:
60”x60”

Price:
$5000