I met Chris Milk at Eggspace. I don't think it is around anymore but I remember it being pretty much a shack where the local underground guys would show work to friends and have late night get togethers on the river. I felt like I was being told a secret and that I knew something while the city slept on. I remember music, drink being passed around freely, a few laughs and thinking that the work of Chris Milk was something I would see again.
That was several years ago and Milk has been doing it for awhile but his work still has that same quality I liked back then. He is having a conversation with me. His images are a direct line to what he sees and what he thinks about in his everyday. Time with friends and family. Playing music. Contemplating the infinite. He explains himself through paint with a childlike curiosity and calls it like he he sees it.
I know this guy. He is like an old friend whose life intersects mine every couple of years, maybe next time I will actually say hi.
Check out his new art and music tonight at Ghostprint Gallery.