By Carlos Suarez De Jesus
By Ric Delgado
By John Thomason
By Benjy Caplan
By Artburst Miami
Next to the rotting infant is The Man Who Eats His Fingers, which Manson professed to have painted using caffeine-free chamomile tea. The corseted mook in the picture sprouts strawberry nipples and hollow eyes set deep in cadaverous cheekbones above a crimson craw. He holds up the bloody stumps of his hands while flies swarm like Japanese Zeros behind him.
Walking through the gallery, one notices two things: The show is uneven, and Manson has some artistic talent. But like his music, this exhibit isn't for everyone. One of the paintings, aptly titled Masquerade, depicts a man wearing a gas mask and could be an apt metaphor for how spectators might react to Manson's artistic overtures. Some folks will either love them or think they stink to high heaven.
Others will find them well worth the visit and an intriguing revelation into a conflicted soul.