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Hollow stuffed men (2024)

In my paintings I examine men in parallel. It’s well known, men have too many challenges these days. Most men don’t talk very well. Words don’t come easily for us. Despite all this, we can be close and near. The men in my life are not far. Next to each other when we do things. And when we struggle to action, we are good at putting things off. Men procrastinate best when we don’t have deadlines. 

 
My fantasy for postmodern men is that we can gather to listen intently and share wisdom that samba in our bones. As men we can be angry but not violent, sexual without being coercive and wild, and vital and passionate in our love. We can be willing, courageous, and committed to our values and in relationships. These paintings are my reflections of men in parallel, perceived as hollow, but stuffed with intensity for connections, maleness, and care.

Not far. 

2022. Acrylic, oil, and gesso on canvas. 36 x 48 inches/91 x 122 cm

    stories of heavenly F. (2023)

    In 4 paintings, I explore the theme of falling within the context of our current time, responding to the influential "isms" that shape our cultural landscape. I present the aftermath of a fall not as something shameful or petrifying, but as a liberating, even enlightening, human experience. Through falling, we uncover the strength to endure life’s inevitable decay and shadow. I see each fall as both an appeal and a challenge to live fully. What we avoid within ourselves, fate compels us to encounter in the world around us.

    Prometheus plays the Blues. 

    2022. Acrylic, oil, graphite, and rabbit skin glue on canvas. 48 x 72 inches/122 x 183 cm.

      Garden of infants (2022)

      I painted babies from over 2 decades of experience in obstetric care. Watching a newborn take its first breath felt like receiving a kiss from the divine. Placing the infant into the mother’s arms for her first embrace felt like witnessing a second birth. In that moment, the pain of labor disappeared, overwhelmed by the immediacy of new life. A quiet surrender began.


      I chose a simple palette to challenge the racial prejudice still embedded in contemporary society—including within medical communities. Privilege, power, and entitlement continue to align with race. Through subtle visual strategies, my paintings confront and comment on this persistent bias, inviting viewers to question what remains normalized and unspoken.

      Coevality. 

      2021. Acrylic, oil, graphite, and rabbit skin glue on canvas. 36 x 48 inches/91 x 122 cm.

        Eating my own shadow (2021)

        Through painting, I create portals into the language of a personal dream, using color and form to express what words cannot. I paint human and animal figures shaped by accident and chance, avoiding the illustrative while embracing irrational mark-making. My images remain imaginary—melancholic, eerie, and open to interpretation. Each form holds a duality, resisting the simplicity of emotion or abstraction. I offer no logical answers, only questions. The paintings, as a gestalt, reflect a deeply subjective view of the dream state. They evoke curiosity rather than clarity. The vaguely formed bodies hover between presence and absence, as if longing to speak or reach out—yet always stopping just short of contact.

        Eat Crow Eat.

         2021. Acrylic, oil, graphite, and rabbit skin glue on canvas. 48 x 72 inches/122 x 183 cm.

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