Lane Hagood hates writing artists statements, which is one thing I love about him. I've written about him several times on my blog (for example,
here and
here), and his work, which seems clunky and primitive and kind of stupid manages to captivate me with its wisdom and beauty and thoughtfulness. In short, Hagood's fantastic body of work is impossible to fit into a little box. His paintings and sculptures are like postcards sent from an intellectual journey he is taking. (You can read more about this journey in
this interview.)
But I'm not the only person who thinks this. Lane
won the Hunting Prize in 2010.
Here's a picture of one of Lane Hagood's weirdly compelling paintings.
And here is Lane Hagood himself. He's the one with the beard (the other fellow is Seth Alverson, another very interesting painter).
Lane is clean-shaven these days. Come by the Pan Art Fair and say hello to him.
