Minding your own business
doesn't leave as much room to be your brother's keeper as Scott Ellis needs
to continue to edit his understanding of things. He strikes with a dogmatic
lash and the resounding snap is hopefully going to cause someone to wake up.
How many times does the world have to be told that what is happening is
coming through, loud and clear and off center, before reaction sets in and
the inevitable revolution begins? Maybe the revolution has begun, quietly,
in the collaged imagery of Scott Ellis. If the world ends with a whimper
rather than a bang it's because the meek have been told that they will
inherit the earth and that noise, commotion and rabble rousing will be of no
avail when the final tally is made. Scott knows this so he quietly snips and
glues, allowing the muffled groan of art, with historical precedent, to once
again speak its mind. It is repeating the words of the song of the sixties
“Something is happening here and you don't know what it is, do you, Mr.
Copyright © 2006, Julie Oakes