Root River Return by David Kherdian / Beach Hill Publications / 2015 In 1970, I was a refugee from Brooklyn living in a broken down old house in Lyme, New Hampshire. I came into the country for the same reason that many of my generation did, to heal the stresses of the lunatic sixties and […]
In painting, I don’t want to know what will happen, how it will turn out, ahead of time. I want to be surprised and delighted and I keep changing things until I come to that place. It is about “following the paint” in my way of thinking. Francis Bacon sometimes would take a blob of […]
I grew up in NYC when abstract painting was at its height, and just at the time when Pop Art was taking over the gallery walls. I was a close friend of Herman Cherry for twenty-five years until his death and I knew Bill DeKooning and many others still alive at that time, Richards Ruben, […]
I started working in the corner of my classroom at the American International School of Port of Spain, Trinidad during the two years I taught there in 2011 and 2012. It seemed to me that the students learned more from the fact of my working than from anything I could tell them. When I was […]
Asia Air Flight 8501 In a high rise hotel in Surabaya, a quiet week waiting like so much of life, my wife makes miniatures of snacks in clay for jewelry ideas and I download Nordic Noir. A trip to the gym to stay the decline, then I dream more vividly than I live and solve […]
Artist’s statement: These are an experiment but I think I like it and will develop it more. They have a lasting and calming effect I think. Each is oil on canvas, about 18 x 24 inches.
Artist’s statement: These are oil paintings on canvas, about 24 x 30 inches, and represent my current approach.
Artist’s statement: I am hitting my stride after a long process of learning how to paint my way, growing beyond the obvious influences and entering my own world. These city paintings of the imagination do what I want them to do: free my imagination, connect with my experience, and provide an interesting and flexible structure […]
My beat up Renault pulled into the short dirt driveway of my small cape style house in Lyme, New Hampshire that March of 1970. The 60’s were over. Bob Dylan had left New York City too for the country upstate in Woodstock and I was doing the same here in New Hampshire. I thought that […]
After the end of the last really big war, WWII, where something like sixty million people died, America had a very nice stretch of about twenty years. We were on top of the world, didn’t need to rebuild bombed-out cities, needed only to go forward into comfort and prosperity. President Ike warned against the “military […]