For the most part, being a painter is a solitary experience. One spends a great deal of time focussing and concentrating on making the paintings, then things turn completely and you find yourself sharing the finished pieces with everyone you possibly can. It can be a little jarring to go from solitude and privacy to a public, open space.
But I’m very happy with the way the paintings turned out. And I think the gallery did a great job of displaying the paintings.
The gallery is also showing a few sculptural pieces by John A. Peralta. These exploded camera and projector pieces are fascinating. I see it as a deconstruction / reconstruction way of looking at things. Viewing these exploded objects has the same effect as my paintings – they make the viewer slow down and really investigate the object.
John’s construction of these sculptures is absolutely meticulous. True craftsmanship.
I am often asked if I have prints available. Yes I do — you can see them here.
I have several giclee prints available through the Elliott Fouts Gallery, you can check them out here. They are on canvas and come in a variety of sizes.
There are also new archival prints on paper through the George Billis Gallery in NYC. Those can be viewed here.
Art can seem like such an exclusive and elite interest and endeavor. It has this illusion of being inaccessible and something to strive for. I think prints are a way to break down barriers. If someone is interested in the image, likes what they see and wants to collect it, I think they should be able to. Prints make that possible. I want my work to be seen by everyone.
I get called “Scott” all the time. I think it’s the hard ‘C’ on my first name and the uncommon, but sounding so close to ‘Scott’, last name that people just assume and jump in to calling me Scott.
And then I Googled ‘Christopher Scott‘ and saw that over the last few years some bloggers have shared my work, which is cool, but have called me Christopher Scott. It has even happened in a publication. The first one I ever was in in 2009. So people are also reading Scott where they should be reading Stott.
So I’m writing this blog post as a way to perhaps catch some of those random Christopher Scott searches and shares that are actually looking for the art of Christopher Stott.
In all the endeavors that we can undertake the options in art are vast. We can choose to make our work using countless techniques and methods and we can find inspiration in everything that is before us. In today’s art world, anything goes.
There are no rules, it would seem. Except one. There is one rule we agree on. In writing, music, film, design and visual art, plagiarism is the one and only rule than cannot be broken. Read more
I find it remarkable that I was able to make any new work at all, considering how insane the last 8 months of my life has been.
It all started when we prepared our house for sale. We decided we were going to move 1,000 miles to a warmer climate. It’s no small undertaking to downsize your belongings after a decade of life in a house. With kids. While you’re still trying to make paintings. But we did it. We sold our house in a mere 3 days and then had to prepare to move. Another massive undertaking with more downsizing.
We hunted for a home, under the impression that we’d simply sell our beloved home and find its equivalent 1,000 miles away in a city we knew little about. Instead we ended up hunting for a suitable place to rent. Finding a place to rent wasn’t as hard as we thought and renting meant we could learn about our new city, make friends, relax and casually look for a home to call our own.
It didn’t happen that smoothly. Although the house we rented was great, the other tenant who lived in the ground floor suite was one of the worst possible tenants anyone could ever imagine living near. It shocked us. I’ll spare the gory details, but if there’s one thing I learned with the experience, it’s that you never, ever want to get on the bad side of an activist call girl (“luxury companion” as she referred to herself as) and her drug dealer boyfriend. It was bad. And my innocent, wonderfully naïve family had some major life lessons we didn’t ever expect would come our way.
And then we found a home. In a quiet, safe, wonderful neighbourhood. With a great big studio. And everything turned around. And we’ve made wonderful friends and found out things can be just as good as you once imagined.
So we packed up and moved from our interesting rental. Again, upending everything in our lives. Yet I managed to find time to do what I do best. Time to sit in my studio and quietly work on my quiet paintings.