Michael Matos is a Bronx based artist whose work is a cacophony of broken dreams, mocked machismo, carefully nurtured narcissism, and bad ideas executed with intoxicating gusto. Matos' vision is at once overly-familiar, whimsical, and disturbing. it is unflinchingly honest and brutal in its portrayal of what happens to the child god-ego when the stark emptiness of adulthood is shoved down its throat. choking on a myriad of phallic visions coated in cotton candy, splattering images that speak of imaginary friends that have grown quiet.  the use of soft pinks, purples, baby blues, and mellowed out greens invoke Saturday morning cartoon innocence while stenciling out sexually-obsessed themes of death and decay, always in the process of mourning a childhood not quite yet lived out.

Kicked out of The School of Visual Arts, dropped out of The Fashion Institute, his artistic path is one of a defunct cold war Russian satellite. Falling ever faster, burning ever brighter in an unseen portion of the sky.

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