Lance Richbourg
		My father played in the major leagues for eight years.  He was signed in 1919 by John McGraw and played 
		professional baseball until 1938, the year I was born.  In the 1960's, when I lived in Los Angeles, I painted 
		portraits from life.  I once showed them to Ivan Karp of OK Harris Gallery who said, "Nobody paints from life 
		anymore but the neo-petit-bourgeois."  Because I painted portraits, I accepted a commission to do a series 
		of caricatures of politicians faces on the bodies of baseball players.  These were intended to become a 
		series of politician baseball cards.  The voting record of the subject would be printed on the back.  Nothing 
		came of the cards commercially but it caused me to think about a photo I had of my father sliding into home 
		against the background of a packed stadium.  An umpire leaned in from the left and the on-deck batter was 
		leaping in excitement on the right.  This moment of high action seemed strangely still.  I was reminded of a 
		Greek temple pediment or a modern dance tableaux.  This photo became the source of my first baseball 
		painting and it took me two years to paint.  To some extent, I thought the process of painting it could 
		transport me to that place and I could see my father play.  I completed the painting in 1972.  Baseball has 
		been the primary subject matter of my work ever since.  It was generally assumed that I must be a devoted 
		fan of the sport, but this was not true.  I hadn't thought much about baseball since I played second base in 
		high school and even then I didn't particularly care about watching a game.  The emotional connection, 
		beyond the connection with my father, must have developed when I was nine or ten years old when my 
		father played for and managed a local semi-pro team.  They played on red clay infields in northwest 
		Florida.  I was the batboy and swept out the wooden bandbox stadium after home games.  Those who 
		care about baseball may be relieved to hear that I now enjoy watching baseball.  I've come to learn about 
		the game from doing the paintings.  I would debate anyone that baseball is far superior to any other sport 
		in terms of its beauty, intricacy, the broad range of skills required to play it, and because of its clarity and 
		its subversion of time.  As an artist, I have been satisfied with the formal possibilities of depicting the light 
		and space of the playing field and the variety and grace of player movements amidst explosive action.

		Lance Richbourg, 2002

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WAYNE ONYSHKO
Capt. Paranoid - 1996
silver gelatin print
10 x 8 inches (20.32 x 25.4 cm)

		Wayne Onyshko
		In telling a story, the context is just as important as the subject.  The audience can witness the oppositions 
		and differences: past and present; wealth and poverty; power and impotence. The idea is for the images to 
		be more than mere information or emotion but the conversion of emotion into eloquence. Visceral and 
		compelling elements come together to express the meaning of the scene. The result is not just a mirror of 
		life but a factor added to that meaning.

.		Wayne Onyshko, 2002

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SOOK JIN JO
The Reason The Desert is Beautiful
is Because a Well is Hidden Somewhere - 2001
oil, mixed media on paper
11 .75 x 14.75 inches (29.84 x 37.46 cm)

		Sook Jin Jo
		The reason the desert is beautiful is because a well is hidden somewhere

		A world exists, even if it is small. 

		collecting, rice paper, tracing paper, discarded paper, touching, tearing, cutting, painting, dots, traces, 
		crumpling, building, layering, sewing stapling…form and texture…..

		I create a paper collage by thinking, "The reason the desert is beautiful is because a well is hidden 
		somewhere." When I was younger, I loved this line from "The Little Prince" and wanted to live by making 
		many wells in my work and in my life.

.		Sook Jin Jo, 2002

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