Many artists were saying that night that they had cleaned up their space, that their studio "never looks this neat." So I asked Mr. Storey if this was the case with his, since everything was orderly and his paint table was set up with a surgeon's meticulous organization.
Believe it or not, he replied no. "This is how I always try to keep it...you waste too much time setting up before painting," he said. I admired that and I do know that not having a neat studio can take away from painting time, having to dig for things in various places can mess up the flow of a working day/night.
Just like his studio, Mr. Storey's paintings have a sense of order. The colors are crisp and rich. And why wouldn't they be since he has his color ranges mapped out on his table.
I felt at home in his studio, every where I turned I was stimulated by tubes of paint, buckets of used brushes, paintings hanging and or leaning on wall; everything was inspiring. I appreciate Mr. Storey letting me go around his studio and taking pictures, I know that an artist's working space can be a private place and it is understandable that they would guard it. But he was the opposite, he welcomed it.
Ten Aphorisms, Two Epigrams and a Quip
Painting is trans natural.
Good and bad colors reflect the same light.
Painting is always about here and there.
All thought is a manual skill.
There are no adjectives in black and white.
Blue is a monument to the memory of red.
Beauty is like a rock on the ground, hard and still and everywhere.
Some colors are detergent, others solid steel.
The oracle stutters, our Sybil's asleep -
My themes, it seems, are not so deep
Any shape needs arms and legs
(one head and a few small feet)
Overlapped and clarified,
Mute, but born to speak.
Style is sanity
by David Storey