The lips and tongue of Michael Scott Addis are not yet fully habituated to their new set of teeth. For equally unaccustomed ears, the cumbersome cadence that issues forth from his mouth takes some getting used to. For Scotty, as he goes by, words like “righteousness” rub up against his Medicaid-provided dentures and then shove their way past with a defiant, self-assured drawl, his eyes atwinkle and secretly knowing.
Born here in Miami on February 25, 1953, Addis is a sculptor who carries the weight of familial abuse, drug addiction, and living on hot and merciless streets for most of his adult life. His works are small, mostly figures: dragons, horses, human and humanoid heads and faces, rhinoceroses.
At once ghoulish yet familiar, and naive yet disconcerting, they sporadically adorn the surroundings along Scotty’s wayward paths throughout the city. Part decoration, part internal protrusion, they can be found in various states of [dis]repair.
[Published on March 23, 2013 in Artlurker. Read the rest here.]