Congrats to @erikjonesart for masterfully churning out all these beautiful paintings! Also very happy to assist with @shecantdraw. Yey! ☺️ #ColorForm (at Sacred Gallery)
Erik Jones with assistant in his new Brooklyn studio.
Work in progress of “The Dipped Seeker”
That’s meeeee. Lol!!! That piece got sold before the show opened.
Painting WIPs by Erik Jones.
Hello! If you’re in town (NYC), hope you can visit Sacred Gallery this Thursday, December 5, 8-11PM. Erik Jones will be showing together with Sofia Bogusz and Rodrigo Vallez. He has around 7 works up.
I assisted Erik a couple of times in the past month together with Michelle. The experience was nothing short of amazing. Erik is an overall talented and cool person. His process and vision is Mind. Blowing. You guys have to catch him and his works in person.
Sacred Gallery is at 2nd fl, 424 Broadway. Near Canal Street.
Preview of some of Erik Jones’s #wip pieces for ‘Color, form’ at Sacred Gallery this Thursday, Dec 5. If you’re in NYC, please come visit! It’s from 8-11PM.
Been assisting Erik a couple of times in the past month. Mad experience! (Accidentally recorded him saying he’s finally sleeping. Lol.)
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Commission #wip. Had to paint a kyootie baby. Didn’t know I like painting babies.
Weather here is weird. It’s cold (around 59) and humid that the paint on the paper isn’t drying up. (at Dumont, NJ)
These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes.
And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart.
Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.