A few weeks back I did a “6 Questions…” with Bill Shafer from Hyaena Gallery, and when I asked him, “Who does the world need to know more about?”, this was his answer:
“Lou Rusconi – Fearless underground pop artist who pulls zero punches and gives even less fucks. Lou tells it exactly like it is and is willing to point out bullshit without flinching. Underneath the satire is a brilliant mastery of color, rendering, and painting chops.”
I had actually already conducted the following interview with Lou at that point, but goddamn if Bill didn’t help me write Lou’s intro. Thanks, Bill!
Lou really is an amazing talent. His work is incredibly ballsy, vibrant, funny, and just plain bad-ass. His Jimmie “JJ” Walker “Dyn-O-Mite” piece is one of my all-time favorites…from any artist. It’s hanging in a close friend of mine’s house, and to see it in person is really quite a thrill.
I could blather on for days about what a fan I am of Lou and his work, but let’s just let Lou and his art do the talking.
What is one thing you know you do differently than most people?
I’m not sure? Maybe a different technique of tonguing the pussy? The way I slowly introduce a finger? I don’t know?
Is there a person, dead or alive, that you would love to see vanish? Why?
I’m Italian, so yes. I would not give the people the honor of knowing that they got under my skin by naming them. Let’s say that there are a few in the work world, a few in the art field and a few basic schmoes I think the world would be better off without. Bottom line, it is much easier to be my friend, I’m a nice guy. If you shit on me, I do not have a sense of humor and there is no going back.
What is your biggest fear?
I’m scared of being cut by a maniac with a knife. I would choose being shot any day. I’m scared that one day I will lose my shit and tell every cocksucker that I work with that I fucking despise them. I’m scared that this country will be ruined by the Left and Right extremes. I do have a recurring dream though that haunts me: My wife and I are somewhere, like LA and walking around at night when everything gets dark and people are freaking and the nuclear holocaust starts. We are running, like we can outrun a bomb and I push her into a ditch and jump on top of her. My shirt is on fire and everything turns white. I usually awake in a panic. This has been going on on and off for 20 years or so. This scares me.
What gets you out of bed in the morning?
My bills and the fear of becoming one of societies useless bums! Plus I need money to buy cool shit. If I did not have the money to buy art supplies, which are expensive, I would probably go on a killing spree with lack of expression. I MUST CREATE.
What the hell is wrong with people?
I don’t think a lot of people have common sense or integrity these days. I think people sell out too easy.
Who does the world need to know more about?
Black Devil Doll!, Brawlin’ Broads!, Rotten Cotton! Hahaha. People need to relax and create more. People need to watch more horror films, read more comics, make less shitty music. People need to observe more and shut the fuck up. I think reading a book would help society ten fold. Get laid. Pussy is wonderful. Ass is nice. We have no John Lennon like we did when I was growing up, no one to look up to, no one that people listen to. It’s definitely not Kayne, Dave Grohl or the Pope. I suggest reading the following authors: Ernest Hemingway, Clive Barker and everything by Charles Bukowski. EVERYTHING. Look into the artwork of H. Bosch, Salvador Dali, H. R. Giger and especially Robt. Williams. Listen to more Slayer, Zeppelin, Iron Maiden and Johnny Cash. Be nice to the people who are nice. Ignore all assholes.
Buy Mitchell Boone a beer!