The pictures I have made, try to represent, to some extent, everyone’s experiences in perhaps a surreal or fantasy form. An ambiance or deja vu familiarity maybe from a dream, or a nightmare and even a reality that exists somewhere. It is the negative experience that is most enduring, at least for me…like sitting down to enjoy your favorite pie only to discover a dead fly on it.
“I hope the viewer enjoys each piece as much as I did creating it. This will be my last art exhibition in Southern California.” — Harold Fox
Harold Fox has enjoyed unprecedented success in his retirement. Each of his previous exhibitions has completely sold out, and so we are sad to announce that this will be his last exhibition in Los Angeles. If you’ve been waiting to add one of his vivid reminiscences of a bygone era to your own art collection, now is the time to do it. If Charles Bukowski used paintbrushes instead of a typewriter, the outcome might look something like this. But there’s also a bit of Steinbeck and Hemingway and a whole lot of Nightmare Alley. Like a skid row Robert Williams, or a sideshow Frank Cassara, Fox’s work is both cartooned, but realistic, with the types of surrealist flourishes that would make Dali proud. Fox’s is a dark, shadowy world of second-rate carnivals, low rent flophouses and dustbowl trailer parks filled with ornery hustlers, scheming grifters, and Machiavellian femmes fatales, as witnessed by a supporting cast of affable hobos and menacing clowns.