Brian Keith Stephens
“Timing”
Oil and wax on canvas 29” x 20”
On view now in our 10 Year Anniversary show
Come see this and more new paintings by BKS
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Tra Stati Uniti ed Europa, Brian Keith Stephens costruisce da anni un linguaggio pittorico fatto di storie, visioni e stratificazioni.
Nel momento dell’allestimento, queste immagini iniziano a respirare nello spazio: ogni opera trova il proprio tempo, il proprio silenzio.✨
A Varese, nella sede di Banca Generali Private, in occasione di un evento privato, il racconto prende forma.
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Thank you Colorado for hosting my exhibition “ my mother let me be a cowboy” take a train thru the rookies you will feel the history of humanity and before humanity at the same time
In “Dandy Savage”, Brian Keith Stephens mette in scena una tensione elegante e primordiale. I due ghepardi, affiancati ma non allineati nello sguardo, mostrano corpi rivolti nella stessa direzione mentre i loro occhi cercano altrove.
Una doppia presenza che parla di istinto e controllo, di forza condivisa e solitudine interiore.
🐆 La simmetria dei corpi contrasta con la divergenza degli sguardi, trasformando l’immagine in un racconto silenzioso di identità, distanza e indipendenza.
💬 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐬𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐢𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨?
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Brian Keith Stephens
Dandy savage
2023, olio e cera su tela di lino, 80x80 cm
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“Mother let me be a cowboy” Opening 6th Feb. @abendgallery I remember Johnny Cash or maybe Willie Nelson singing the verse, “Mammas
don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.”
My mother did. She gave me room to follow the pull of my curiosity.
Artist and cowboy overlap in the mythology of “the wild one.” An artist’s life,
like a cowboy’s life, is a life chosen without guarantees, out in the wild without
assurance of easy survival, a regular paycheck, or planned vacations. Not a
mother’s ideal.
The cowboy is a loose symbol for stepping into territory that does not promise
clarity. The artist often occupies a similar space, moving through ideas,
moments, and fragments that do not line up neatly. Both roles carry a mixture of
wandering and focus.
Painting, for me, is pure freedom. I choose how to put the paint down, soft,
hard, careful, sloppy, calm, wild, however I feel. There is ecstasy in doing
something that doesn’t seem to have a reason and repeating it again and again
even though it makes no promises.
There is no fixed order in painting. It gathers what comes toward it. Being a
painter is being alone with yourself, alone with your own decisions. It is courage
and vulnerability and purity all at once.
That’s the cowboy spirit.
My paintings rise from that blend of direction and uncertainty. They reflect the
way meaning arrives through instinct rather than instruction. This body of work
I dedicate to the freedom given to me, the permission to head toward what
called me. I was allowed to move this way, to work this way, to follow the line
that felt real. My parents gave me that beginning. The paintings continue it.
I remember Johnny Cash or maybe Willie Nelson singing the verse, “Mammas
don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.”
My mother did. She gave me room to follow the pull of my curiosity.
Artist and cowboy overlap in the mythology of “the wild one.” An artist’s life,
like a cowboy’s life, is a life chosen without guarantees, out in the wild without
assurance of easy survival, a regular paycheck, or planned vacations. Not a
mother’s ideal.
The cowboy is a loose symbol for stepping into territory that does not promise
clarity. The artist often occupies a similar space, moving through ideas,
moments, and fragments that do not line up neatly. Both roles carry a mixture of
wandering and focus.
Painting, for me, is pure freedom. I choose how to put the paint down, soft,
hard, careful, sloppy, calm, wild, however I feel. There is ecstasy in doing
something that doesn’t seem to have a reason and repeating it again and again
even though it makes no promises.
There is no fixed order in painting. It gathers what comes toward it. Being a
painter is being alone with yourself, alone with your own decisions. It is courage
and vulnerability and purity all at once.
That’s the cowboy spirit.
My paintings rise from that blend of direction and uncertainty. They reflect the
way meaning arrives through instinct rather than instruction. This body of work
I dedicate to the freedom given to me, the permission to head toward what
called me. I was allowed to move this way, to work this way, to follow the line
that felt real. My parents gave me that beginning. The paintings continue it
Thinking about life and love while working on this little piece. Two artist that were in my head —-Paula Modersohn Becker
and Emil Nolde. These artist have influenced me for years🫶
24x32 oil on cotton
Sending peace from my corner of the world ❤️
I love taking inspiration from my doorstep. Painting the same place over and over makes it feel like it could be anywhere in the world.
46 x 58 oil on cotton.
Somewhere in my hood that could be anywhere. 🫶🫶
