A native of Montreal, Bachelor of Fine Arts degree at the Alberta College of Art & Design in 2000, and received his Master of Fine Arts degree at Concordia University in 2008. Currently residing in Calgary, Alberta, Statz’s work has been shown across Canada, the United States, and Europe.
I am an idiot.
Anyone who knows me would likely admit that this is neither a stretch of the truth or the imagination – in fact, if I were a gambling man I’d say it would be a pretty safe bet. Based on a personal and experiential reality, my work owns up to this fact.
I have never been particularly interested in “philosophy” or “words”; it is experience that informs my creative and “intellectual” work. I am not referring to the philosophical or metaphysical notion of experience, but rather the simplest, basic concept of experience as a physical thing – the stuff of life; however, because I do not lead a life that is altogether interesting or exciting, the subject matter of the work refers to the mundane.
By depicting the mundane, importance is effectually placed on the regular, everyday events that most individuals take for granted. Within the context of my art practice, something as simple as a conversation, an unusual encounter while walking the streets of Calgary/Montreal or a trip on public transit can be considered as research material.
In the production of my work, I employ strategies from performance, and analog/digital print technologies that include elements of humour, wit, and humility – with just a hint of self-deprecation. Any self-flagellation, however, should not be taken as an admission of a lowered self-image; it is used primarily as a comedic device that questions the notion of hegemonic masculinity.
Art History ubiquitously portrays the male artist as an iconic figure, a genius, and a hero. As I often approach things with a great deal of humility, I am particularly interested in presenting the male artist (myself) as an individual who is not the sharpest tool in the shed, whose social status amongst his peers isn’t the highest, and whose success within the local, Canadian and international art context is virtually non-existent. So for my own purposes and in the context of the male artist-as-bumbling-idiot, failure is always a viable option.