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 Fritz
Frederico Comandante Aragon was born in Manila, Philippines before
arriving in the Americas at the tender age of two. The long name
is another story that would require superb patience. At the
resilient age of five, Fritz’s lucrative future crashed – big time
– as soon as he discovered a meaning in life: crayons. He
zealously exchanged his recess for sketching grotesque creatures
in sterile classrooms while his peers engaged in kickball
outdoors. That was twenty-five years ago. Not a darn thing has
changed. Well – except for the classroom. Fritz carries no
art-school degree; he doesn’t even obtain a junior college degree.
He does, however, have a license to dispense pills
over-the-counter to those privileged enough to receive health
care.
Fritz
believes that all art must forever transcend itself and redefine
itself to inspire new ways at improving the human and non-human
conditions that are imperative to our co-existence with planet
earth.
On top of
the daily hustle of art-resistance, Fritz converts whatever energy
left over to operating an absurd record label, traveling with a
very noisy band, and sharpening his mad crossover skills on
dejected basketball courts that can endure the unruliness.
“Art is
not a mirror held up to reality,
but a hammer with which to shape it.”
- Bertolt
Brecht
Artist Picture by: Michael J. Elderman
Orange Picture by:
Carla Conti Bender
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