Roy Deforest – My Life As a Dog
This posting on the passing of Roy Deforest, the California artist is a few weeks late.
Fred
Roy DeForest, Fred, 1978. Varnished polymer on canvas. 30” x 30 ½”.
Painter, Roy DeForest Dies at 77 (via Stepen Vincent includes large panel work by Roy)
Roy, indeed, was a man of letters. He loved to collect and read books. He was particularly a student of the West, deeply imbued in the spirit and work of Mark Twain. I knew him as a quiet man, not given much to lengthly articulation. He talked through his work. A incredible draughtsman. Miriam Schapiro said to me once, “Roy can draw in his sleep.” In fact he probably did draw in his sleep! In the brief period that I knew him, Roy was generous to a fault. Though a kind of career and success came to him, I do not think he was ever interested in manufacturing a career in the contemporary manner. I think he was always in it for the challenge and the pleasure of the work.
Untitled (Shooting Gun and Devil)
Untitled (Wolf) (I like this one a lot.)
“Dog Eared Cadillac” (Cool Cadillac)
Artist: Margaret Dodd pays tribute to Roy D.
Memoirs of Young Man