| Talk to Pete Mitchell for five minutes and odds are good he'll start breakdancing to his own beatbox. Or he'll mention his close resemblance to Scorcese. If you're at one of their shows you may have already thought he looks a lot like Jesus as he hands you a cupful of Trader Joe's Merlot. But he never touches the stuff, himself. Drug-free, too. Hell, it was only ten months ago he resolved to take up swearing.
His work reflects this innocence: multi-panel portraits of his mother, treatments of toy army men. Or does it? Peer in his fridge and you'll find an endless supply of Coca-Cola. Eight a day to stave off the headaches. Now consider his last two shows, themed "Plague" and "War." Isn't that a painting of larvae crawling beneath the skin? And those are rats, aren't they, head lice, the body hairs of a fly — all painted with a playful, childlike stroke.
Step back from another abstract piece and Hitler's profile emerges. It's another of Pete's favorite tricks, experimenting with the plasticity of vision, ultra-pixelating an image till you'd swear it's a bunch of colored squares you're looking at.
Pete holds a BFA from Providence College and feels most influenced by the multiple-vantage point techniques of Jasper Johns though his thickly painted canvases hearken back to Van Gogh. |