The cool confident stare of Marshall’s “Nat Turner” speaks directly to me as a painter, saying to accept without regret the task at hand and rewrite the master script of possibility.
Like art, the garden represents an insertion of personal idiosyncratic thought into a campus landscape designed to represent power, prestige, order, unity and corporate structure.
The gap between gazing through the window that turned the yard into something picturesque, and being in the yard with dirt under my fingernails, can be understood as one subject of my work.
…when performing actions they do so with zombie-like disaffection like flies stunned by a bug lamp, jerking sporadically into and out of states of repose.
If we were to think about the image in terms of language, it would be a noun or a verb.
The thin screens of constructed space, which I wade through at a sluggish speed, feel like the layers of a person you’re getting to know.
There’s an unabashed honesty in the way Henry Taylor paints a picture.
This is an instructive demonstration of using the right shapes and shadows to conjure story and character to visualize the contents of psyche and soul.
The blade may be in front of the self-portrait of the axe man… but it serves to slice the man into numerous pieces.
In his mature works the portraits are literally portraits of the walking dead.
It’s a curious thing to feel an immediate and unflagging connection and respect for a fellow painter’s work
They depict a psychological violence resulting from a basic cold-heartedness in human nature.