Fifer Horwitz

You'll Live Again Fifer Horwitz

I got this box of postcards for Christmas one year, and I didn't know what to do with them. I wanted to be productive but I didn't want to know ahead of time what I was going to produce.



Art doesn't really have a reason, in terms of being something specific to accomplish. Now that I'm done, I can see certain themes: pacifism, being a teenager, overpopulation... I shouldn't even tell you what they are. Because one of those themes is people who take themselves too seriously, so if I prove that by drawing your attention to manly men drinking beers or faded beauty queens, I'll be doing the same thing I say I don't like.



I would rather that you discover what there is in here for you, the same way that I like to discover a stash of magazines in a secondhand store in Brooklyn where you can have each one for a quarter. I never open them until I am out of the store because you only get that feeling once.



Will we live again? It would be cool to think that we do. When I look at the cover I see someone who's in a bad place ... kind of falling ... those difficult feelings can be turned around. The title can also apply to the repurposing of materials in the act of collage.



But, again, I may not have to say any of these things. Art is a safe place for me to express myself, and I want you to feel the same safety to think anything you want.