Are you sick of my art cravings yet? Yeah, me too. Lately I’ve been all about Rauschenberg and Walker and Knox and I simply can’t be sated . . . I’m at it again, squirreling away little notations on my favorite artists and their best pieces for when I win the lottery.
Another one who captured me a while back, and whose beautiful tome Native Soil I gave to my hubb for Father’s Day, is Jack Spencer. Any one of his pieces would perfectly suit that blank kitchen wall I keep fretting about . . . there’s something so lonely and visceral and painful and yet good about his portrayal of life in the South.
Jack Owens, by Jack Spencer
Baptismal Candidates, by Jack Spencer
Gar Fish, by Jack Spencer
World Watchers, by Jack Spencer