Eating Bonbons and Crying Over Radio Songs: More Whining From the King of Crybaby Complaint-Art.

These new works by Eric McDade are a testament to the ability to repeatedly cannibalize one’s own rotten experiences for the sake of art. Bad situation afoot?  Most would run the other way, but not this martyr.  Seeing the possibility for a fresh, new series, our hero jumps deeper into the shit in search of the next line on his artistic resume.  No matter how uncomfortable any given moment might grow, he is calmed knowing that the truth can be twisted to suit his need and turned into opus after opus, allowing the viewer to breathe just a sip of his troubles.  Culling images from sources as disparate as Rubens and Disneyland, Eric McDade has created a suite of work that both questions and gives a nod to the one-sided nature of the singer/songwriter genre.