Jeffrey Fitgerald is someone you want to give a wide berth to when speaking with him about his art. He is passionate and animated, and wants a person to understand what he sees. He can talk about a small section of a painting for an eternity, and he revels in explaining his decision to make something look the way it does. It is painting acumen.
Jeffrey primarily paints in the winter, when the yellows and pinks of summer give way to a cold weather palette. He paints the way he gestures, throwing his whole body into it in a way that makes you feel the turbulence of the water and the sway of the birches and grasses in the woods. Sometimes he paints on raw linen, adding organic texture and color that seems to work perfectly with his painting style.
“The ocean is vast and powerful but can be intimate and tender; the canvas is a welcome and undiscovered country. With this, I paint and draw daily. The act of composition never stops for me. The play of colors contrasting and complementing is always new and strongly evocative. The paintings are about both light and brushstrokes at play. The subject is a moment at a location.”
“I grew up in Lawrence, MA and summered in Maine. Throughout my childhood I would sketch and draw endlessly, most of the time lost in Gotham City awaiting the Catwoman. To say the least, the nuns at St. Augustine’s didn’t care for Batman, he wasn’t part of the mission. Through high school, once again, the Marist brothers at Central Catholic didn’t even recognize Professor X’s school for gifted youngsters.
And again at U. Mass Amherst, Walter Kamys, a Second Generation Abstract Expressionist seemed unknowing of heroes and comics. He was also anti narrative and only so-so about graphic design. During my four years at art school, a love of history was enhanced through art history; this cemented and infected my need to paint. Professor Kamys broke it all down to a single brushstroke. With wonder and aesthetic fervor I painted for the act of painting.
Post University, Donna and I moved around, falling in love with Manhattan and each other. Always coming home to Maine, the paintings evolved, with the kids, color became more regional and subject studied through observation.
The paintings are of land and sea through the eyes of a man thinking about the boy’s adventure. The subject has infinite power. Now, in my fifties, the act of painting is paramount – a precious luxury I always consider.
I live year round in Maine with my wife and two children.”