Benbo George’s identity as an artist plays off of his name—a name that, in my mind, belongs to a mythical boy scout (or soccer team) childhood, where nicknames of vague origins stick like honey. “It was just my buddy Benbo George and Goosebump Charlie building model tanks in that treehouse.” That’s what your uncle says about the Benbo George who he hasn't seen since that fight with Tokyo Joe. Then there’s the Benbo George who couldn't become a pilot and never did come to your sister’s wedding but that’s just as well.
This particular Benbo (can I call you Benbo?) revives the vintage in his works, re-imagining retro-graphics (see Letterforms) and giving old beauty shots a new texture and shape (see Linger). The glamour shots (see Linger & I know) evoke a 1950s schoolboy, who hides small photos of an unattainable woman in his pockets.
See you later!
Stela "never-trained-in-art-history-so-all-I-have-to-say-is-personal" Xhiku