Carl B Johnson – CBJ Art dot com
Nothing quiet on the Western Front
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Oil on canvas
Sometimes I have to clear my head while in the studio. Working on a representational painting requires a certain amount of discipline and concentration.
I a not a strict representational painter, rather I take elements in real life and arrange them in what I hope is a pleasing and cohesive work. I follow the rules so far, stretch the rules where it pleases me. Continue reading “Abstractly thinking”
Last week we took a road trip to the southern part of this truly sometimes weird state of Arizona.
As a young adult I followed the Biosphere 2 saga. Biosphere 2 was an exciting undertaking. I completely sealed building with rain-forest, ocean, marshland and desert environments. Continue reading “Road Trip – Weird Arizona”
I grew up in Millville, NJ. I was not born there, but I lived there most of my life.
Small town; we did our shopping on High Street. Corson’s and Franks Men’s and Boys. I got my Levis at Franks. Woolworths, Grants, Bozarts, Ann’s Guiffra’s. And Champion’s Hardware. Continue reading “Champion of the Amethyst”
This is where it all began.
Well, not me and art. I was drawing since I was 5 years old. Painting since I was 13. An asshole since birth.
In 1996 I began attending the barn. I grew up hearing about the Barn, all of my friends attended. We were poor and my parents could not afford to send me. My dad referred to Pat Witt as “that crazy artist lady”. Continue reading “Pat Witt and the Barn”
Friday, May 3, 2019. The opening reception for Drunkards and Defectors, a two-person show featuring Liz Nicklus and myself.
Twenty-two pieces sold, out of maybe 60 pieces total. And we have the rest of the month. Continue reading “Drunkards and Defectors”