The human form is the artists sustenance. It is the landscape, the still life, the self portrait, the heart and the soul of what we are. It challenges us like no other subject, aggravates us like no lover we ever had, delights us like no other pleasure. How we paint it mirrors the workings of our psyche.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Musings from Hap Hazard's Savant Atelier, Skid Row, Phnom Penh. Launch date 5-28-10.
The human form is the artists sustenance. It is the landscape, the still life, the self portrait, the heart and the soul of what we are. It challenges us like no other subject, aggravates us like no lover we ever had, delights us like no other pleasure. How we paint it mirrors the workings of our psyche.
