Dewey doesn’t make art he doesn’t believe in. He wants to be uncompromising, to touch raw nerves, be kinetic, bring heightened realism, be a wily danger – the sense that at any moment things could explode from the inside.
But, this is the Age of Pop – art at its most cheesy, formulaic, corporate, and even embarrassing. For the most part, it’s happy-face gobs of product masquerading as creativity. Dewey holds fast to his integrity (he can’t), because the stuff of the time of now is the only thing he can do well.”