It's usually movies or music that bring me to tears. I can't remember any of the words though, not the lyrics or the lines. The rhythm stays instead, ... some feeling. Something about visual, non-moving images,... particularly drawings and paintings stop me in my tracks, hold me as I hold them, stay with me.
It is my intent that you find something beautiful and satisfying here, rounded and sculptural, conveying time and a rich history of observing life while creating something memorable within the viewer.
Steve Assael:
Durer:
Paul Cadmus:
Katherine Doyle:
Lucian Freud:
Giny Grayson:
Susan Hauptman:
Farrar:
I cannot remember ever crying in front of a painting or drawing, but I've held my breath without realizing it, and I've gasped for more air because imagery that does not move has enormous power to stop me from moving. I've looked so long and lingeringly that I could tell you the placement and shape, the color and light of each edge, long enough to memorize the things that bore it into existence in a way that stays, that becomes part of who I am. It is a lot to look at, but who could stop looking?
Guilio:
Nicolas Uribe:
Jerome Witkin:
Raphael:
Michelangelo:
Prudhon:
Steve Assael:
Domenic Cretara:
Jenny Saville:
Jenny Scobel:
Sigmund Abeles:
Majumadar:
This is what drives me and perhaps other artists who choose to paint and draw, this combination of immediate response with searching, lingering, memory, as if what each of us has made, could somehow become part of you.
Patricia Schappler:
Shah Mosque/ The dome
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