High Jumper Drawing

Born in Toronto in 1947 I am a painter of figurative works in oil, a believer in the struggle to achieve the purely innocent eye while honing the faculties of measurement of the creative physicist. That is, the inner rhythmical clock as opposed to the exterior clocks and devices of grids, plumb lines and computers. The potential to discover new forms and configurations is infinite. I love Velazquez for his modernity. Vermeer for his sense of space and teaching us how and how not to use the camera. Cezanne of course, as the ultimate plodder of modern art who steadily climbed the mountain. Giacometti, innately more gifted who took up the challenge. And all the other heroes: Picasso when he and Braque were one person. Gris as the best of the lot. Lipschitz, the sculptor and Soutine for bending space. Bomberg and his followers. Bacon, the master trickster. Hopper, de Kooning and Diebenkorn and all my fellow loser artists on this site and elsewhere for dreaming and persisting and never giving up in the face of ridicule, envy and outright contempt. If there weren't any losers, there would be no winners, I salute you all.