Eugene Brodsky

b. 1946 , New York, NY

Walking in a strange city, taking snapshots surreptitiously at a screening of an old movie. Thumbing through endless books of architecture architects and plans on the wall of a construction shed in a garden.  Going around the block because I’m early for an appointment. Browsing at a bookstall in Paris (with weirdly but inevitably the prototypical grey Parisian vendor chasing me down the street because somehow I have stolen what is his- though only the image itself).  Finding a shred of a poster left hanging on a wall.  Cracks and drips.  Building paper from the remains of a previous piece.  Old newspapers that I’ve saved for no reason at all.  Sitting on the passengers side on an interminable drive from a to b. Walking in the snow. Doodling when I should be concentrating.

I ramble and look for what nobody else cares about and having collected my images I take them to my studio and rework, refine, reverse and repeat them so that they are hopefully born again with new dignity and magic.  I try to use whatever techniques and materials I can lay my hands on that don’t dominate what I want to see.

Having grown up in a generation that had Rauschenberg and John’s to refer to, I have the advantage (and disadvantage) of knowing everything is possible, anything can become art.  I have used transfer, stencils and silkscreens to take my hand out of the work while at the same time keeping the element of chance and human fallibility.  I try to stay alert to all that is going on and at the same time to follow my own two feet.  I commented to my friend the other day that some people make work that looks brutally labor intensive and I seem to make work, which is very labor intensive but looks like it’s just there.

Eugene Brodsky, "Looking in the Mirror 4," silkscreen ink, silk, glass on panel

Looking in the Mirror 4

Eugene Brodsky, "W2 F2," ink on silk; framed

W2 F2

Eugene Brodsky, "Another Libera DP," ink on plastic; framed

Another Libera DP

Eugene Brodsky, "TWB," oil canvas on wood


Eugene Brodsky, "Dots 8," ink and graphite on silk

Dots 8