About the Artist

Robin Howe

My art, like a tide, ebbs, flows and peaks. When hit with inspiration, creativity fills every vein, work flows and as if possessed, I work nonstop. At these times, I am so lost in my work that the outside world dissipates. I am my art. Other times, I feel lost and await inspiration. At these times, I practice incessantly, hoping that the spark will come.”

My art reflects emotion and thought. Painstaking precision leads to less impressive work and little joy. Rather to me, art is the risk, whether it mean ripping my paper and reassembling the pieces, pouring on paint or folding a work in two. Without a risk, without a push, art is dead; routine art for the masses is a job not a creation.