One person exhibitoion of paintings and drawings by Bob RichardsonRead More
The other day my agents come over… to take some pictures. I’ve been working on a painting; it’s on my easel. She, my agent, says…”that’s interesting” and that’s as comforting as a poke in the eye. To my defense… and it’s a good defense… I’m not done with it, but all it needs is just…. Well two more weeks of a lot of work and it’s almost done and all it needs is just …. again and again.
It’s daunting… not that I would trade my brushes in for anything else but how do you know the next move. I stand back and doubt everything… what now?
What’s curious is the painting … I just found this out though I probably knew this before and maybe writing gives it more permanence… the painting comes to my rescue. It offers me a dialogue.
It tells me... you need work here and now over here. And if I don’t get in the way… preserving precious errors…. it does find it’s way and if I follow the clues I can finish. Really though, I have no idea if this awesome insight will work tomorrow. I don’t know if writing will really give it more permanence. Some days seem easier then others. With art you’re on your own. Do what you can.
My agents told me I needed to start blogging. ..so this is the start.
They said write about why I paint. I started thinking about it and I thought more importantly ….why didn’t I paint .
I could say I had a young family, needed a job, pay the bills etc. etc. all of which carries some truth. But… being more introspective… art and artists scare me and I guess if I’m an artist now I scare myself.
Art is not level and plumb… I spent a lot of years in construction. Art is whatever you want it to be… though between me and myself I argue that position all the time. Yet, the bottom line …. art is freedom of expression and that’s damn frightening to some of us.
I like making and building things. I like the crafts. Am I a painter or an artist? Is there a distinction? In my small mind, I think so. Artist sounds so unbounded. Painter comes with inherent dimensions; so does the sound of writers or sculptors. Until I get a new suit of clothes I’m more comfortable to be known as a painter.