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Cade Roster

Go to Pictures Cade Roster was born in Honolulu in 1972. He grew up and continues to grow up in Honolulu, though he spent four years at the Art Institute of Chicago. He has been in a few Honolulu art shows of note, and his work has traveled here and there. His work can be found in the collections of the Honolulu Academy of Arts and the Hawaii State Art Museum. While he has been drawing for some 30 odd years he considers a sense of play his strongest assets. Medium doesn’t come into mind as much as how enjoyable the project might be. Thus, most of his body of work is somewhat hard to categorize, being that a lot of it is experimental in nature and process. Cade isn’t fond of revealing much about his work, mostly out of the fear that if someone learns what it is about, or how it was done, the work would cease to capture the viewer’s interest. Because of this fear, Cade spends many hours late at night contemplating and scribbling indecipherable notes to himself.

Artist's Statement

Thirst is a dire concept to me. When I was about six I watched a program called "Deathray 2000" while my parents were otherwise occupied. I think I saw about twelve minutes and 15 seconds before my parents caught me. Can't be sure of the exact amount of time though. Those twelve minutes and 15 seconds have haunted me my entire life. That and a quote on a bathroom wall. The bit of TV movie that I saw consisted of a woman being shot by a "dehydration ray". It basically desiccated her in seconds. They were discreet about it, of course. This was ABC in the seventies. They just showed some paramedics pulling this gurney away with a sheet over her corpse...until her dried out hand dropped out from under the sheet. Haunted me, that image.

Then, a few months later, on a bathroom wall in the UH I saw this note; "If your urine is not clear once a day, you are dehydrated." Imagine the implications racing through my mind.

So that's what comes to my mind when I think of thirst. Women in sexy jumpsuits having the water taken out of their very cells. Life essence draining.... wrinkly apple skin. The smell of the UH bathroom.

Don't ask me about hunger.


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