Left: View of Steve Veatch: Recent Work, at Artspace Gallery, Seattle
I want, need and fear people. These are the axes upon which my work turns. Having been raised in a beautiful rural area in Colorado by a relentless Master Sergeant and other fools, I found it natural that in good time I would align with the likes of Van Gogh, Francis Bacon, Lucien Freud, Goya and Marlene Dumas. They sing of beauty and hope, of horror and despair. Making art is a beautiful act of hope, regardless of content.
I experiment and mix medias. There is a waltz with the universe, so to speak, when my will engages with the will of the materials. I shepherd them and they me. I open the faucet, and what comes out is what comes out.