Trev Sutton failed art badly in high school but secretly knew his perspective was the right one and his art teacher was a a bit of a fool. Her portraits were crap. No one had that many lines under their eyes. It took another 34 years to lean that they were both right. Hi, Rosemary G from EHS if you’re still kicking. He uses the name “Trev” so as not to be confused with the inspiring British painter of the same name. As a lost soul, Trev wondered though life doing the normal things, average at school, average jobs, had a normal suburban marriage, family and standard divorce. He tried to paint occasionally but it never really worked. He shivered under the covers for while and the met a series of females who drove him to back to art. He make two special cowboy boxes using collage and images from cheap western mags and this got him started again.He has studied art a bit lately to appease those who insist on formal training. Deep down though Trev knows that Rules are for Fools. He’s about 50 now and is living a solitary life in the centre of Sydney where he paints the view over Sydney Harbour from his window. Sometimes he makes a mess if it and it ends up like looking like a Lewis Carrol inspired dreamscape, but life can do that to you, with any luck. Rather then paint from home, he says he lives in his studio. which makes him homeless I guess. Trev’s works are tribute to the little club of maniacs he calls his memories. He can only paint because his brain has a mind of its own. He likes jazz and blues and watches way too much “Deadwood” for his own good. Ask about the cowboy boxes. He mainly paints landscapes and is not frightened of the paint. He does how ever takes far too many liberties when it comes to presenting a scene as it actually appears. He's returned from painting trips the Kimberley Region in WA and the Finke River on Arrenda land in Central Australia and has produced some stunning desert-scapes that capture the unworldly feeling of the lonely red-dust place. He gains inspiration from the land and the sea and has been influenced by the aboriginal western desert painters of Turkey Creek, such as Rover Thomas and Charlene Carrington. He loves the work of Alice springs artist Billy Benn and the Hermannsburg artists. Trev's abstracts have a desert look and are a nod to the saltbush patterns that form in the dunes. His pallet right now is mainly crispy earth shades and autumn tones however his brain occasionally explodes and he tosses primary colours and summer shades around like a volley ball at a epileptic’s picnic. Not surprisingly these outbursts produce confusing and meaningless abstracts that only a serial killer would look at for more than a few seconds, but if it calms him down, we’ll keep them locked up faced against the wall until a passing serial killer feels the need for a quick glimpse. Given the nature of this city, this lousy fucked up toilet of a naked fucking city, it probably won’t be that long. If you see this piece, and then see Trev, painting in a park somewhere , trying to get noticed by a rich widow or spunky jazz singer, give him a wave and shout “ Paint, Damn You, Paint!!
Biography: Ttrev was born, is living now, and will die. If he has the guts to try some painting in the middle of it all , who the hell cares?
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