Can you say, "Unbefreakinlievable?" because you may need to...

Cory Hunter's work has fire and electricity. He also uses them as tools for painting. Vivid, vibrant colors are, not exactly applied, but more cajoled onto his substrates in a pollack-like fashion and then rigged with wires to be arc welded into fractalicious tree-like formations with gnarled branches extending desperately to nowhere. But he isn't finished yet. Scraping and chipping at the burnt striations produced by he and his destructive partners, Cory Hunter fine tunes them into completely unexpected images that no artist alone could conjure.

The great extremes Hunter goes to to devise these brazen and jarring works is reflected in the stark, ghastly pockmarks, jagged crevices, and gaping chasms which he has cavalierly (in a maniacal mad scientistic rage, one would think) splattered with colors that range from gleeful to sepulchural.

In contrast to Cory's genuinely mellow personality his work is best described by the sincerely sarcastic, rhetorically ironic, opposite-implying double-negative, "No he didn't!".