Jason Richardson

Art is philosophy. ​Art is the complex language of inner expression and the often mundane reproduction of objects and beings. Art is timely, timeless and, sometimes, cluelessly useless. Art is the result of inspiration and ability, guided by circumstances that surround conflict and change to, or within, the social order. Art is a dichotomy. Art is beautiful and ugly; simple and complex; free and bounded up in chains and barbed wire. Art is a reflection of the human condition. Art is love and hate. Art is all these things to me and my art is an attempt to understand the inner artistic psyche that occupies the corporal mass known as Jason Richardson. From my origins as an artist, I organized my artistic efforts as though I were walking across rain-soaked grass. At times I moved slowly, calculating my every step, avoiding visible puddles along the way, yet soaking through the lower third of my pant legs. Other times, I sprinted through the clearing, vaulting myself up to the next high patch, hoping not to slip. And, still, other times I played childlike, jumping into the deepest pools, kicking and splashing at my cohorts. No matter how I ventured into the inundated fields that lay before me, I always knew that so long as I was moving, I was drawing closer and closer to the meaning of my journey. I have chosen oil paints as my primary medium for artistic investigation. My fascination with texture has led me to experiment with hardwood or Masonite panels, flung gesso, or glass and sand laden gesso informed on canvas; sometimes, even raw canvas itself. When working on the message, it is just as important to choose the vehicle which will carry the message. My current efforts are bringing me to a greater understanding of my artistic psyche. I have chosen to explore the depths of my innate abilities through automatic drawings and improvisational painting. My messages are carried on canvases that hearken to the street, where tagging, bombing, and vomiting up ideas can be beautiful murals, or a cluttered mass of ideas scrawled into being by vandals. ​My art reveals the depths of who I am as a spiritual being. When looking at my work, the viewer should question what lies on the surface of my canvases, that they might understand their own artistic psyche. Jason Richardson, MFA Candidate