William B. Hogan
William B. Hogan
Studio of Gustav Goldberg, Munich, Germany circa 1900.
Great Uncle on my Mother’s side.
I first stepped into SVA for an interview with the Director/President Silas Rhodes when the gray 4 story building was on 2nd Ave and 23rd Street, NYC. Mr. Rhodes looked at my portfolio of charcoal life drawings that I had with me from the year I spent at the University of Maryland, and he immediately accepted me. Surely SVA needed students. He took me and my Mom on a tour of the school and some of the classes. I was amazed at the talent I saw from the student work. I stayed 3 years and graduated with a certificate in illustration.
The first year I commuted every day by bus and subway from NorthJersey to 23rd st., lugging homework and the like into the city. The second year, me, Bob Lindsay and Richmond Jones found an apartment on Tiemann Place way up on the west side at Broadway and 125th Street subway station. Why didn’t we find a place closer to SVA? Well, we didn’t. Stupid on our part.
We had a great time in that apartment, though. Three guys in three rooms, mine was the ‘living room’ with kitchenette where all the parties happened. When Richmond left I took his room.
NYC and SVA was the place to learn and discover. Fun times. Many a time Lindsay and I walked up Madison Ave and over to 57th Street visiting galleries along the way and up through Central Park to 125th street and our apartment on Tiemann Place. I lost touch with Lindsay but am in touch with Richmond who lives in Chicago.
I had some great instructors at SVA: Peter Heinemann (painting), Byrune Hogarth and John Gabor (anatomy), Jack Pollock (drawing), Handelmann (printing) George Ortman (design), James Kearns (sculpture), John Gundelfinger, Robert Andrew Parker, David Levine, (drawing) Thomas B Allen, Robert Weaver and Russell Hoban (illustration). Many are gone now, but they made a great impression on me and my future in art.
Soon after graduating from SVA I was drafted in the US Army and sent to Ft. Sam Houston, San Antonio, Texas as an “illustrator”, making charts and graphs for the personnel section. With time off I drew and painted the local scene, won some local and state juried art awards plus a 1st place in mixed media in the All US Army Art Show and joined Shook-Carrington Gallery. After my 2 year military service we ventured south to Mexico and the University of the Americas (an American University) in Mexico City. Living in another country was a great experience. I graduated with an MFA (painting) and soon journeyed north to Santa Fe, NM, where I applied for a position teaching junior high arts & crafts in Espanola for a couple years. After a divorce I moved back east to work as an illustrator/cartoonist for the editorial sections of The Record newspaper in Hackensack, NJ. In 2001. After 26 years at The Record I took a buyout the paper offered and moved south to Bucks County, PA., where Susan and I each maintain studios in one structure. My daughter, Michelle, lives in Queretaro, Mexico with husband Luis, and son Seth and family live in Dover, Arkansas. Above is a recent photo of the artist 2024
Painting is my process of reveling personal images that slowly appear in a creative pictorial space; these musicians, animals, vehicles, plants, city scapes, boats, stairs, fish, tubes, hands, hills, valleys, and so many more images that emerge and which become visible as I work. My intent is to explore the essence of these ideas and how they relate, gradually discovering my inner map of this world with passion, emotion, color, line, harmony, love, fun, spontaneity and joy.......
The painting depicts the visual dialogue between me and my abstract figures. In the act of drawing lines with color, brushing paint across the curving shapes, arranging the outlines in dynamic relationships I’m exploring this new world on the once blank canvas an intriguing new experience that I invite viewers to enter.
The painting tells me when it has reached it’s final brush stroke by listening and hearing the painted imagery. Painting is Magic.
“Trust your unconscious” Freud