When we were in NYC a few years ago, walking around Soho somewhere, I happened into a gallery and saw some paintings by Karim Hamid. Holy Moly this dude can paint. The compositions alone bring tears to my eyes. Anyway, the new paintings make me think, “Oh geez, why does everything have to be about sex?” But then, of course it does, right?
Thanks, Paul Wright, for not only allowing me to see so many more planes on a face and having the most brilliant palette I’ve ever seen, but for being such an amazing painter that I want to shove a dozen paintbrushes down my very own throat!! If I ever woke up and discovered I could paint like this I would buy everyone I know a milkshake and then kiss them all on the mouth.