In Coop's vision, the people we meet on the street morph into semihuman and subhuman variants, seemingly showing the "beastly chromosomes" that animate our impulses and interactions, as if the world were enlarged version of the The Island of Doctor Moreau. Are the creatures of this ghastly menagerie all of us, or rather the brutish crowd that confronts us everyday in parking lots and sidewalks and workplace corridors, making us question the manifest humanity of those around us? Every second person you meet sports fangs, but they are worn-down fangs, perhaps reflecting a benign version of savagery, a remnant of former vampire days now rendered somewhat harmless by the enforced social training that keeps us from becoming carnivores again.
Though once best known as a musician (Dropsy, Eskimo, The Beth Lisick Ordeal, Top Brown, Supercasanova), and despite his skill with a paint brush (MFA, Mills College), and regardless of his gainful employment as a graphic designer, illustrator and animator, Mr. Cooper has elected, for reasons unknown, to feature only his marginal doodles on this blog. Your comments are highly encouraged, as Mr. Cooper suffers from a crippling need to please.
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In Coop's vision, the people we meet on the street morph into semihuman and subhuman variants, seemingly showing the "beastly chromosomes" that animate our impulses and interactions, as if the world were enlarged version of the The Island of Doctor Moreau. Are the creatures of this ghastly menagerie all of us, or rather the brutish crowd that confronts us everyday in parking lots and sidewalks and workplace corridors, making us question the manifest humanity of those around us? Every second person you meet sports fangs, but they are worn-down fangs, perhaps reflecting a benign version of savagery, a remnant of former vampire days now rendered somewhat harmless by the enforced social training that keeps us from becoming carnivores again.
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