The Drawers - Sergio Finamore   Commentary written by Julie Oakes

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Results of the headhunt

Within the spirit of the wild west and with a hint of Picasso's deft execution, Sergio Finamore, who comes from the group of edgy Vancouver artists associated with the Grunt Gallery and the original Headbones show “Golden Memories,” delivers a deep visual commentary with a minimum of well placed, objectively lucid components. With elegant expressive lines, he wows with the physical twists and turns of figures that are heads from back to front and head to toe. These dominant heads mutate within their own bodies as well as joining in with other heads. Mentally pertinent and boldly secure in the right to contort, Finamore's drawings cut to the chase.

The action of the heads is the focus of Finamore's discussion although the way that they are depicted acting out places the whole scenario in a far more sophisticated context. On a pristine, snowy-white sheet of paper, manufactured to support elevated imagery, surely, if the barely-cream bed is any indication of who should lay on it - Sergio draws with controlled, spare lines. They are so rarified as to insinuate that to say more would be uncouth and that to say just this much is in extremely good taste. On some, he carries this heightened status a step further into a quantifiable obfuscation with a restraining black wash firmly cutting down on any voyeurism that might be provoked by his cavorting heads. By setting the action in this elevated arena of appreciation, Finamore seemingly presumes that no matter how refined, the action still revolves around inanities - the head dipping into the underwear for a peek or the prance of a self conscious head with the tongue of another in tow. With muscular thighs, square jaws and well toned arms (what more could an active head need?) the determined yank of the leader on the squirming tongue of the led, can be a metaphor for many relationships. Read literally, the voice of one is held under control by another. Read metaphorically, there it is - the sexual power elements to most human dynamics striding towards the picture plane. If they seem about to cross over into virtual reality, well, really, there's little cause for apprehension for they've already done so! The identification is easy for the rendition is succinct with just enough tongue-in-cheek to make the statements of compromise and bewilderment, palatable. The embarrassment is ameliorated by a “there, but for fortune goes you or I” sentiment.

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