I interviewed LA-based psychedelic artist Jim Shaw for LOVE Magazine last weekend. Nice guy. Full feature below.
This week, we received a copy of Los Angeles artist Jim Shaw’s comprehensive monograph, My Mirage. Filled with over 170 genre-spanning works created between 1986 and 1991, it tells the story of Billy: a white, middleclass kid sucked into the world of psychedelia in the sixties, before being born again as a fundamentalist Christian as a young adult. We were supposed to discuss the book with him (our apologies to the publisher), but spent most of the interview talking about prog rock, sexy dreams and what it would be like to have a papa in porn.
LOVE: Jim! What are you up to today?
JS: I’m painting someone wearing a plaid shirt — it’s hell. It’s pure hell. If they were wearing a solid colour, this would be easy!
JS: I’m painting someone wearing a plaid shirt — it’s hell. It’s pure hell. If they were wearing a solid colour, this would be easy!
That sucks.
At the time I was like, “Oh yeah, I’ll totally do it.” And now it’s like, “Ugh…”
You’re hard to find information on Jim. Do you like to keep a little mystery?
Not really… I tend to blab a lot. I should probably be more mysterious than I am. Sometimes it pays to keep your mouth shut. I know people who talk way too much, and I really hope I’m not one of those.
What are you working on at the moment?
Well, I’ve got a show coming up this year in the fall near New Castle at the Baltic. What’s the city that’s across the river from Newcastle?
Gateshead?
Yeah, I think so. Well, anyway, it’s the Baltic Museum, and I was hoping to get this prog rock opera ready for it, but it’s something that I can’t afford to take the time off of art-making to do right now, because I also need to earn a living.
Yeah, I think so. Well, anyway, it’s the Baltic Museum, and I was hoping to get this prog rock opera ready for it, but it’s something that I can’t afford to take the time off of art-making to do right now, because I also need to earn a living.

Sinbad and the Seven Sleepers, 1991
You’re writing a prog rock opera?
Yeah, but I’m getting help from some real musicians. Originally it was based on the failure of Tales of Topographic Oceans, but I have a feeling it’s going to end up like a strange mix of ‘666’ by Aphrodite’s Child, Arthur Brown’s Kingdom Come and any other variety of strange thing. Obviously, Yes could play anything they wanted to, but I just want to play bits and pieces of it ‘cause I’m a terrible musician, even though the people that I play with are very good.
But you’ve been in a band before!
Yeah, but, you know, we weren’t good at playing music. We were good at playing noise, which is different. I would like to open up a noise music church one day, but it’s kind of hard to figure out the zoning rules and the taxation rules on stuff like that.

You Break It, You Buy It, 1986 (left) and Billy's Self Portrait, 1987 (right)
So, I’m really interested in your book Dreams, because the thought of publishing a book filled with images depicting all of my intimate dreams would freak me out to no end.
Well, it didn’t really freak me out too much. There were some images that I was only going to publish after I died, but after the crash, you know, I needed to release another book! I didn’t really want to publish any of my pornographic dreams until after my daughter was old enough to not think that her parents kissing was purely disgusting.
Right. Do you worry about what people think about you? Is there any dream you’d never publish?
I’m definitely not going to show my daughter or the other parents at her school the catalogue from the Destroy All Monsters show that’s coming out, because there’s a lot of stuff from S&M magazines from the seventies that I’ve put up in there. Actually, there’s an actor whose kid goes to my daughter’s school, and he’s in a variety of R-rated films.
Having a parent in porn would really suck if you were in school.
It’s sort of a strange situation having a kid. I remember talking to Paul McCarthy many years ago, and he was saying, “Well, I’ve got this porno film I want to make, but I’ve got kids.” Once they grew up, things changed. They were directing the films!

Billy Goes to a Party I, 1986 (left) and Sin of Pride, 1988 (right)
What do you think dreams mean?
A lot of the symbolism is decodable via puns, and they’re not necessarily profound, but they can be entertaining. Profound dreams aren’t common.
What would be an example of a profound dream that you’ve had?
I don’t remember the entire storyline, but I had a dream involving a spiraling landscape of straw on top of which was my house. It kind of relates to an old Native American saying, which says, “You don’t own your stuff. Your stuff owns you.”
Do you believe that saying? You’re a notorious hoarder!
I’m going to have to get rid of a lot of crap. I’ve realized, “What’s The Point?” I mean, it’s nice to have things like reference materials and music, but beyond that, what are you going to do with it? Drag it out to show people every once in a while?

Power Battle, 1990 (left) and Space, 1990 (right)
Do you still have your famous collection of thrift store art, or did you sell it?
No… In a previous recession, it was spilling out of my basement, and I ended up selling it to a Belgian collector.
Really?
No… In a previous recession, it was spilling out of my basement, and I ended up selling it to a Belgian collector.
Really?
Yeah. And then I kept adding to it, because I kept finding stuff. He paid me a lot… I felt like I’d earned money I didn’t deserve, so I kept adding to it. It’s more than double what it was when he bought it. One good thing about thrift store paintings is that they’re still getting made.

Everybody's Dancing Around The Sun, 1990 (left) and Devotional Art, 1987 (right)
We should probably talk about My Mirage. How did the idea of the character Billy come about?
Well, he was just an amalgam of myself and all of my friends, and all the incidents that happened to us back in the sixties in a small town in the Midwest. The character’s not much of a character, if that makes sense. He’s from a puritan background, so the story is about the inescapability of Puritanism in America and how it just keeps bouncing back. The Born Again Christian Movement coming out of the ashes of psychedelia is a good example. I was interested in that sort of thing, and wanted to construct a narrative utilizing all these different aesthetics. I wanted to deal with the 1960s before the sixties had been done to death. It’s been done to death in the intervening years, but I started in the early eighties.
What’s the difference between yourself and Billy?
Well, I never joined a cult, and never killed a dog… I never went quite as far as Billy. I was always more of a watcher than a doer.
Well, I never joined a cult, and never killed a dog… I never went quite as far as Billy. I was always more of a watcher than a doer.
Even with drugs?
Yeah, basically. I had friends who were taking LSD every day all summer long, and I was too scared to take it. It took me a long time to smoke marijuana, and I didn’t smoke it for very long. Some of my friends became heroin addicts; others became Born Again Christians.
Yeah, basically. I had friends who were taking LSD every day all summer long, and I was too scared to take it. It took me a long time to smoke marijuana, and I didn’t smoke it for very long. Some of my friends became heroin addicts; others became Born Again Christians.

Frontispiece V, 1988
Last question: What are the things that you love and hate most about the world?
What I love most about the world is its creativity. What do I hate most about the world? There’s a line from the Three Penny Opera, which is sung by one of the negative characters in it — I don’t know if it’s meant to be taken seriously — and it goes, “Man kind is kept alive by beastly acts.” It's kind of true when you think about the way that the West lives comfortably because of people working in open pit mines in the Congo, and...
Jim — I’ve run out of phone credit and you’re starting to sound like Steven Hawking.
No, no. I’m just turning into a robot.
No, no. I’m just turning into a robot.

One Way, 1991 (left) and Everything Must Go, 1989 (right)
Mr. Alpha & Omega, 1990 (left) and Oil on Velvet, 1988 (right)

Mound of Skulls (Utopian Landscape V), 1988
My Mirage is out now through JRP Ringier.









