Jeb on Art.
I hated art school.
Never was I more bored, more angry, more disgusted. Art, in New York, was happening on the streets, not in classrooms. I had to quit art school in order to become an artist.
I had no interest in becoming a musician. I wanted to paint. I loved music, I loved clubs and disco and reggae and musicians, but what I wanted was to paint pictures.
In 1984 I moved to London and a couple years later had an exhibition of paintings. I sold some and people said nice things. I had more exhibitions. I sold more. I began print making, using lino and wood and styrofoam blocks.
There began, at some point, to be things I wanted to say that I couldn’t say in a picture. So I wrote a couple songs. I’ve continued, ever since, to swerve between the two.
I now work as a print maker because I have no interest in urban life. Print making is slow, solitary, contemplative, repetitive, quiet, painstaking work. I cut a block for a while and then take a break. I watch the birds or the tall grass. I listen to Don Cherry or Larry Jon Wilson. I sit at my window. Then I cut some more. I suits the hill top life I live.