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Skip Williamson

Skip Williamson
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Atlanta, Georgia, USA
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August 19
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Cartoonist, writer, artist, unrepentant insurgent, publication designer, pornographer and an aggravating carbuncle on the ass of Culture.

AUGUST 3, 2009 1:42PM

A Dispatch from the Trenches

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"We're all fucked. It helps to remember this."
--George Carlin


A bit more than a decade ago I reinvented myself.

With premeditation and willful intent I transformed from cartoonist and print designer into a gallery rat. My theory was that the asshole quotient, common and rampant in the commercial domain, would be less in the "fine" art arena.

I'd always painted and made stuff. I figured, hey, I can do this and make a living doing it while bringing home a smidgen of integrity.

I fantasized a federation of bohemian savior faire, a band of esoteric gypsy savants. I imagined a camaraderie of enlightened champions, iconoclasts, pagans, heretics, beatniks and renegades all cacophonous and asymmetrical, yet harmonious and Godly within the buttressed walls of Art.

Of course what I found was, the beasties who prowl and eviscerate one another in the commercial sector are pretty much analogous to the florid monsters who lurk and skulk within the citadel of Culture. Seems to be the nature of the human beast.

My work has been bulldozed, painted out, snatched down and tossed into dumpsters by those who consider themselves enlightened. I've been called on the carpet by cultural mavens for the temerity of calling what I do art. I've received death threats for making unacceptable pictures.

And it's been a struggle making ends meet.

Don't get me wrong. I've had a great time. And, at this late date, I will remain on course.

And, luckily, there really are some glorious screwballs out there. Gallery owners, musicians, burlesque queens, tattoo artists, filmmakers. Fiery madmen and women who not only make it enjoyable but also bring ecstatic delirium into the mix.

This is a kind of a scrapbook of gallery openings, friends, models, co-conspirators and fellow running dogs -- those who make it tolerable.

 

eyedrum, 2002
The mural at the Eyedrum gallery, Atlanta, 2002.
Artists in Residents
Artists in Residents: Keith & Lynn Lee with
Skip Williamson at the eyedrum on Trinity.
It was Halloween, 2000.
Pinkeye
The power trio, Pinkeye (Kelly, Mitsu, and Laurie)
played for the show opening at Eyedrum. 2000.
Painting a nude at LoveCamp
Painting a nude at Joe Christ's Lovecamp. 2000.
Art-o-rama
The Red Hot Art-o-rama del Arte.
Art party with Christina Gusek. 2004.
With Christina with Christina
With Christina with my painting "With Christina"
at the Red Hot Art-o-rama del Arte.
Pet Silva
With Pet Silva, gallery director at Art at Large, NYC. 2004.
Erotic art group show with HR. Giger,
John John Jesse, Niagara and others.
Trinity
The show at the Trinity gallery in Philadelphia. 2005.
Ryan
The lovely Ryan, showin' attitude, at my one man show at the Trinity gallery in Philadelphia. 2005.
NOLA Showcards
Show with Christina Gusek at
L'art Noir New Orleans in 2007.
Master Jeffrey & 'drea
Master Jeffrey and 'drea, proprietors
of L'art Noir New Orleans.
L'art Noir opening NOLA
Youthful art patron, and resident of the Upper Ninth Ward,
at the opening of my show in NOLA.
Christina and her wicked art
Christina and her wicked art in NOLA.

SoniaDevilish with Sonia

Portrait of Sonia.                  Devilish with Sonia in NOLA.

 

With Puddles and Monkeyzuma

With Puddles (Big Mike) and Monkeyzuma (Shannon) at the Vortex, Atlanta.

 

 

With Kelly HallPortrait of Kelly


With the succulent and inspirational Kelly Hall. Portrait of Kelly.

 

Jilly Christina Barecelona

With Jilly (partner in hi-jinx ) and Christina (partner in art crime) at an opening at the gallery at East Atlanta Tattoo. 2008.

With Jesus 5

Portrait by Shawn Vinson for the opening of the"Irreverent Art of Skip Williamson" show in Decatur GA at the Vinson Gallery. 2008.

 

Opening Night @ Vinson Gallery

Opening night at the Vinson Gallery. 2008.

 

With Ruby3

Hanging with the talented and vivacious artist Ruby Franklin at the Vinson Gallery.

 

Uncle Daddy gets down

Uncle Daddy and the Kissin' Cousins jamming on Decatur Square for my opening at the Vinson Gallery.

 

 

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Awesome. I love the variety of media and playfulness of your work. I like how you incorporate the beauty of women in your work. I like how you can be both abstract and disciplined at once. Damn man.
Flippy Skip! These are some scary characters! Glad you're still in the Biz... I'm trying to get the snoozy Cape Cod gallery scene into the less-than-genteel JUXTAPOZ/Lowbrow sensibility... maybe my mission is not utterly doomed...
If there is one thing we have in common, it's that we know how to live...and reinventing yourself would seem absolutely natural.

As always, I enjoyed this peek of life you shared. You make me laugh.
The art world opens up a door to a place that really can't be descibed unless experienced. It has been a great adventure for me so far, and I look forward to the years that lie ahead. If I didn't take that step one day back in 2004, I would have never met you. What a shame that would have been. As always, it's been alot of fun. :)

"No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist." ~Oscar Wilde
Some one once wrote the end of a thing is better than the beginning. So too, the final act is the best. Enjoy it my friend and know this, that a lot of your friends would love to do just one show with you. I will settle for having done one student comic book and one autobiographical comic. Christina, you are one lucky chick, (besides being a hot Art babe) to be doing shows with this crazy cool friend of mine and Fuck Larry the Illustration Critic from Brooklyn.
Enjoyed the peek into your world as always. I don't miss much about Atlanta since moving to Jax but the art galleries, those I miss.
Hey Skip. You're writer now. Writer's aren't supposed to get out of the house much. You seem to be getting out of the house a lot. No fair.
Great montage. The body painting you're doing there near the top is fantastic! I've seen some lesser attempts by amateurs and they weren't near as intricate.
got to love painting a nude!! ;)

Rated
I feel your pain. I know your pain. If it helps at all, artists can't help but be the artists who they are no matter what others try to tell you to do, be or say. I think your work is wonderful!
I had a drawing teacher at New York's Art Students League years ago who had been a successful illustrator, (he even lived in Carnegie Hall!). His name was Gustave Rehberger, and he had painted pictures for Marlboro cigarettes and he did the big charcoal drawing of Tony Curtis and Sidney Poitier chained together and facing each other in a pose that promised violence for the movie THE DEFIANT ONES. He also did the iconic painting for the tv show ISPY which had the name of the show materialized in the painting as a large stone edifice, from which Cosby and Culp hung from ropes. In any case, he told the class once that he quit illustrating in the 60s because it was becoming too cheap and corrupt; he decided to become a "fine arts painter," he said, sure that the world of fine art would be pure and free of the crass underpinnings of the commercial art "racket." Well...he said he was shocked to find the fine arts world "more venal and corrupt than the world of illustration could ever hope to be."

So...'twas ever thus, apparently.

Two things: I see my Evansville homey Ned Sonntag posting here...hey Ned! (It's me, Robert Cook.) And..."Life is Good," are you referring to Jacksonville, Florida,? I live in NYC now, but I grew up in Jax, at the beach, and I think I would find Atlanta far more a pleasurable place to live. Of course, I base my views on my visits to Atlanta back in the 70s when I had friends at Georgia Tech. The last time I was in Atlanta in the 90s, the city didn't seem to have the same verve it had once had. (Or perhaps it seemed that way to me only in comparison to my having lived in NYC for years by that point.)
Still following you around!