In Sankt Ich III, Meese collages together photos
of himself in rockumentary-style layout: a devotional format
of celebrity-as-god. Churning elements of his private life
into readily identifiable stereotypes for public consumption,
Meese’s snapshots disclose both the man and the myth.
There’s Meese as smiling Jesus and evil-eyed Malcolm
McDowell, burnt out hippie and visionary youth, scraggly-haired
prophet and bare-chested sex symbol, master of darkness and
apron-stringed mamma’s boy (beloved Mrs. Meese holds
primary importance, top left!). Inter-spliced with graffiti
scrawl and provocative clippings from magazines, Meese frames
this pastiche with a formulaic sentimentality, mimicking the
ephemera of teenage keepsakes.