Universal Declaration of Human Rights Series
Elegy series
elegy no. 5 - for free & fair elections
elegy no. 4 - for education
elegy no. 3 - for propriety
elegy no. 2 - for friendship, aid & comfort
elegy no. 1 - for truth / voca me cum benedictus
divided
nightswimming
About the Elegy Series
Robert Motherwell (American, 1915-1991) was an abstract expressionist painter who began his Elegy to the Spanish Republic series in 1948, creating over 100 works in the next nineteen years that express a lament over the brutal death of the Spanish Republic under the dictatorship of Fransisco Franco.
In his own Elegy series, Justin documents a dismantling of established American institutions and ideals in near real time by the current administration.
elegy no. 1 references the egg-and-dart motif of Motherwell, and is a monument to the general passing of veracity the public expects of its leaders.
elegy no. 2, created in the wake of President Volodymyr Zelenskyy’s visit to the Oval Office, depicts two Motherwell-inspired beings pulling at the labia of Ukraine, one with the land of Ukraine in its breast; the other, without.
elegy no. 3, made on the day of a Tesla commercial on the front lawn of the White House, signals a move away from Motherwell’s original series, while still referencing one of his paintings.
elegy no. 4, created at the time of a signing of an Executive Order calling for the dismantling of the U.S. Department of Education, is inspired by a sculpture by Jean Hans Arp. Its amorphous shape calling to mind the anomie Émile Durkheim described during a similar period of social and political instability - a sense of normlessness in times of chaos.
elegy no. 5 was created to commemorate the signing of an Executive Order calling for a Federalist take-over of elections and a requirement for proof-of-citizenship that will disenfranchise millions of American voters.
These prints are made with a Payne’s gray collagraph plates over neutral gray no. eight and then washed with a cobalt and ultramarine watercolor.
Poetry series
things fall apart
near wild heaven
the one less traveled by
les enfants - incomplet
nothing left to lose
send not to know for whom the bell tolls
collage
