I was admiring the work of Evan B. Harris over the weekend. His paintings feel like they should be epic tattoos on strange circus folk, don’t ask me why I feel that way, I just do. Even though the majority of his subjects are sad they’re beautiful too. Evan’s creative process involves hours of painting and crafting before he brushes and sands over them to give them an old school look. The shark and wolf are amongst my favourite.
– Born among the briars & brambles in backwoods of Klamath Falls, Oregon, Evan Benjamin Harris grew up with little knowledge of the bourgeois big city fine arts. So, he dove into the recesses of his own imagination and embraced the fables and folklore that fascinated him. With little to do but draw, he did exactly that. Now older, things haven’t changed much. The stories he created as a child are still present in his paintings. With diligence and hard work, Evan’s crude stick figures became the more clearly defined images you see today. With no formal art training, he creates on his own terms.
Broken boards, oil and acrylic paints, charcoal pastels, plastic resign, and melted waxes are among the mediums Evan uses. Then they are beaten, brushed, sanded, polished, and hung. Most would cringe at the idea of scratching or sanding something they spent hours upon hours painting, but that’s Evan’s favorite part – creating the appearance that this wasn’t made in the 21st century. Behind every scratch and claw mark is a story waiting to be told.
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