Patricia A Griffin’s vibrant compositions are a contemporary manifestation of humanity’s earliest muse. Her oil paintings of animals on linen, burn slowly as they stir the mind into daydreams of travel and fresh encounters with exotic and indigenous creatures. Griffin goes to great lengths to study, photograph and sketch her kinetic subjects. She utilizes subject matter as a testing ground for concepts of color, value, and structure. These works are portals into poetic and psychological content and drift into wordless fantasy.
Griffin has spent the past 28 years painting, teaching, and traveling. Her work has brought her International recognition and shown in 12 museums. Award winning images of Patricia’s can be found in collections from Dallas to Dubai. She has exhibited in 15 Solo Exhibitions, and 140 Group Exhibitions. Born in Philadelphia Pa. in 1967, She received her BFA in 1989 from Moore College of Art and Design, Philadelphia, Pa. Her studio, garden center, historic guest house, and homestead are located in East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania.
My first art memory, I was 4 standing at my Great Aunt Bert’s, eye level, side table. From her window, a reflective blue light entered and bounced off the hard edge plains of stylized animals and humans. The table held multiple odd and majestic, dark wood, carved in Africa. The sculptures were smooth as silk and told unfamiliar stories that lured me into wonderlust.
I was six when my painting took First Place in a regional contest for the National Parks. It was “Smokey the Bear” shovel in hand, standing next to a smoldering tree. My interests continue to be conservation and education. My Mother, a high school biology teacher and I preserve an 1800’s church as a nursery for 350 brown bats, studied by students from East Stroudsburg University and Penn State University.
My first oil painting was Chunky, lots of greens and yellows, a Plein Air painting of my favorite Apple Trees. Painting outdoors, observing light, is the best challenge, teacher and humbler. Working , capturing the atmosphere with color suspended in a buttery oil was clearly what I wanted to continue.
From the age of 21 to 41 years I hard core plein air painted. Trips to Europe paid for themselves with the paintings of the canals of Belgium, Monet’ s Willow from France, and Allium from the flower fields of Holland.
I painted rock and sand shores from Nova Scotia to Florida, California to Oregon and mountains, trees and fields of the states in between. The National Parks are where I travel to and observe, sketch, photograph, and commit to memory encounters that fuel my work.
Prong Horn Antelope visited me in 2008 while I was at the easel painting the hills of South Dakota. I was so moved by the closeness and acceptance, their regard for me as an insignificant part of the environment, I started painting animals as soon as I got back to the studio—bison, deer, and donkeys. The size of the canvas went from ten inches to six feet in a matter of weeks. The more I painted, the more I pushed the color.
Prior to travel, I line my studio with blank primed canvases. As the journey unfolds images are burned into memory that I return to create through the exploration of color energy. Each piece is an homage to the experience, a moment of presence and love, a recognition of oneself in the optical flicker of another.