Roy Fox
As a child I made collages, chopping up my mother’s magazines. I loved the rebellious feeling and uneasy atmosphere of my glued pictures — tender ransom notes.
After college I freelanced as illustrator, designer, art director and photographer, first in California then Maine. I started a small manufacturing company designing artfully collaged clocks— practical and imaginative. My sense of responsibility often felt at odds with my soupy imagination; I always maintained a studio for painting and art experiments.
After decades of primarily making collages, I began to feel crowded by the safety and hiding places the medium provided. I felt ready for my vulnerable intuition, free from irony, to guide me. I wanted to make art devoid of deadlines, responsibilities, self-criticism, fashion and history.
I stumbled onto a spontaneous process that keeps me present, floating joyfully. The first brushstroke is the only one I plan. My subconscious leads me after that. If I begin to feel impatient or unsettled, I stop there.
