Artists

Richard Campiglio

I was twelve and a half and secretly did a million things. When no one looked, I took out my pencil and wrote stuff on paintings that I would see in the handful of galleries of my home town.
I know now my errors, but somehow then, I felt entitled, as if the art itself was serving its ultimate purpose, and I, with an open heart was allowing myself to be moved. Of course I was caught, fined and banished, but not cured. A number of years later, I slept in an old pigeon coop for the summer. Clean but with a low roof. I slept most of the day with the shutters closed, small lines of sunlight moving slowly down the wall. It was then that I noticed the walls, imperfect and whitewashed, and in my half-sleep, I started seeing things in them. Staying half asleep and half awake, I took out my pencil and started scratching things into the whitewash.
Today, I do the same thing.These mixed media paintings are little pieces of wall onto which I draw, automatically, commenting on myself, on the paintings tand the things that I hear.I strive to be free, and to make acceadolescent, humorous, severe,and always human.