For years I've held a secret fascination with dictators, perhaps ever since I first read Muammar Gaddafi's book of essays and short stories, Escape to Hell in 1998. As someone who has always struggled to get by, struggled to be accepted, struggled with notions of autonomy, as someone who has always played the underdog, who has always been a big dreamer, but who has repeatedly had their dreams dashed and put down, learning about these dictators – many of whom have also come from a similar, humble background – has been something of escape for me. Yet historically, most dictators have had a repulsive ideology and some have been outright criminals and monsters. I also readily admit that even the very idea of a dictatorship government, even a benevolent one, such as Plato's idea of a Philosopher King, leaves a bad taste in my mouth. But still this fascination persists. That someone can project their will over their environment with such ease, that the world can bend and have historical consequences based on their own volition, that kind of superhuman and god-like power is incredible to me. I sometimes wonder what would happen if I had that kind of power, how I would use it for good instead of evil. But then I realize that the world and the environment with which I would have my sway, is comprised of human beings, human beings who may have contrary and dissenting opinions. I have no desire to make other people suffer, but for once it might be fun to not be one who is suffering instead. Adolf Hitler was an artist, not a very good one, but an artist nonetheless. Napoleon Bonaparte was a writer of fiction, not a very good one, but a writer, still. Both came from humble origins – Hitler was even homeless in Vienna for a time. Perhaps if we treated our creative types with more dignity and respect, they wouldn't turn out to be such dicks.
Lately I've been sketching various dictators in my pocket notebook, in ink and marker, with the idea being that once I get a studio going, I may commit some of them to canvas. In this way I continue my long tradition of exposing my darker side, taking a risk and telling my secrets, as it were. I am no apologist for dictators and their deeds, but I do admit that this fascination exists for me. It is a taboo subject for some, but still a subject worth investigating. Sir John Dalberg-Acton once said, "Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." How could that not be a good story, in the tragic vein. Napoleon, as a liberal revolutionary, was a hero, but slowly became corrupted to the point of becoming a paranoid, blood thirsty tyrant. And as for comedy, who could not get a good laugh out such eccentricities as Muammar Gaddafi keeping an army of Amazon body guards trained in Kung Fu, or Hitler's habit of whistling the Disney tune, "When You Wish Upon a Star," or the ubiquitousness of all those ridiculous military uniforms covered with vanity medals. This is rich territory to explore. I hope people will have an open mind should I present a series of these works in a show, which, if it happens, I would like to call “Benny and Friends,” after Benito Mussolini. Of them all, I think Mussolini is perhaps the most comical of the bunch, a bumbling over-reacher prone to exaggerated gestures when speaking, and like Vladimir Putin, has a penchant for having his picture taken without a shirt on.