Well, I'd buy them, the Bianchi Twilight, that is, if they are made from eco friendly material. Sorry, to hear about his accident. But you know, enough with the trying to be modest, it always works well for the artist right, to be a bit humble, and "ah! chucks, it's no big deal", we then as the ones watching, do the whole, his works so great, and he is so nice, so humble and kind. I personally don't know this Nigel Roberston. But his work is wonderful. WHen I encounter true, wondrful work, it's difficult to not say so.

So on with it my fellow-fresans! All Hail, the Reigning King! (he, he)

-F.H

...oh, don't go telling him that...
He's on pain meds as it is...

Next thing you know he's going to be coming out with a line of fancy underwears and personal fragrances for cyclist-painters.

'eau de Schwinn'

and for the ladies:

'Bianchi Twilight: eau VanNess With Two Red Blinkies'

(...O reigning art Lord...)

(Nigel, don't read this... just go watch Hogans Heroes or something, and try not to itch under the cast...)

I agree, couldn't agree with you more. I love, abosolutly love Nigel's work. i first came across his masterpiece while reading the Bee. And there it was a king, in a small squared picture, next to a story annoucing Nigel Robertson's artwork at Fresno Art Musuem. and I was in awe. The king in a sitting postion seemed defeated or tired, or maybe Nigel's intentions were none that I imagined, but whatever the hell was meant- the king and the wonderful work, was so damn human, so damn full of emotion. I loved it. I cut it out and pinned it above my desk.What can I say, he is an art genuis. I look forward to witnessing his artwork up close. Much proposerity to you, O Reigning Art Lord!

I have never used economy of words when it comes to describing the amazing work of this young man...

Art is a funny thing,
I mean, a person can be okay, make a big splash, and self-promote to the point of nausea,
---but when you have somebody who is truly talented and does very impressive stuff?
You can say nothing about it, and it simply catches fire and spreads on it's own.

Nigel's work is like that.

Back in art school?
There would be these folks who, just standing there, would be doing the basic work and exorcises that we all did, and they would just elevate off the surface, and you'd be like...
'....oh wow, you're really good.'
The rest of the class would be like
'...okay, the race is now for second place, it looks like.'

Funny thing was: the person could be from anywhere, often was from some non-descript little hole in the wall from very modest means, and yet their works would be astounding...
Sort of like a part of the Bible being written with a miracle happening in a box manufactoring plant... You just don't expect it.
What was really something was how these gods of the pallate needed friends and somebody to go grocery shopping and eat with just like anybody else... (greatness can sort of set folks apart from the rest of the herd.)

Nigel's stuff is amazing.

Yes, it will creep you out, (some of it... okay, a lot of it...) but he's managed to see something, and understand something that is part 'Fight Club,' part 'Public Electric Building #4 LockerRoom' and somehow all fresno...

Do I want to see Nigel paint pretty paintings of pretty flowers, and duckies and bunnies? ...I dunno...
I mean, they might wind up being electrocuted on the canvas, or they may have a look in their eye that would cause a child to have poor sleep, and an ninety year old to suddenly recall something that they did very wrong back during the depression...

It's visceral, It's electric,(I mean, truly electric... there is always a current running through it,) and you can never forget it.

It's not shocking,
it's not 'Saw 6'
it's just a side of life that is disturbing,
but found in anyone who has sat in a chair, stared at green enamled metal, drinking a Ballantine, wearing county dickies with a fading blue-black tattoo of a hula girl on their forearm, wondering for a moment
'...if I had taken that Job in Illinois, with my cousin Ray, after the war, would I have seen more daylight, still have my hearing, and the radioactivity of the plant never had found me... too late now.'

Guys as young as Nigel shouldn't be channelling lives this old.
It's like he's fasttracked to being a VFW Post resident circa 1963, and missed a whole bunch of happy living...

But that's his work.

As a person, he's warm, friendly, has an unreal sense of humor, is actually quite 'normal' and unassuming...
and is a tremendous cyclist...
-Well that was until he got hit a small while ago, and damn near got himself killed.
(I think he just has a severely broken leg at this point.)

Nigel is one of those amazing creative genius' that you want to see make it to being an old man with a beautiful wife of decades, and a bunch of equally beautiful, intelligent, and slightly weird kids...

-Judging by the results of that car hitting him on his bike, (with the car getting pretty busted up in the process,) God's interested in seeing Nigel live a bit longer as well.

Still, there are so many brilliant young talents that never made it to their 40's or even younger...

They say that in life you are allowed to make three major mistakes, and walk from them unscathed.
They also say that when you're young, you're invincible, and after you get older mortality catches up with you...
'God looks after drunks and little babies,' and all that.
'Cats have nine lives.'

I don't know how many S&H green stamps Nigel cashed in when he got hit, or how many lives he has left...
I'm just glad he's still here, will be gladder still when his education and experiences take him to even greater experiences... And am praying like crazy that he makes it to (at least,) middle age.

Dunno if he's still keeping company with that petite beautiful little dark haired girl,,,, hopefully she'll straighten him out some... (hello, sweetheart... know I'm praying for you too... that must have been one awful scare...)

Anyway, go see Nigel's stuff.
Be prepared to be blown away.
Take Notes.

And get ready to be walking into a serious gallery or museum one day, be confronted with something amazing, look down see 'Nigel' as the source... and be like...
'Came from Fresno... this is Nigel's stuff... how 'bout that, he made it...'

At least that's what I'm hoping on.

--Nigel, do not mix the pain meds with beer, -y'hear me?, if you do, I'll follow your bicycle for years after you're up and healed, and let the air out of the tires every time you turn your back... (and then put streamers out of the handgrips from a barbie bike... maybe steal it and paint 'kinkaid' murals all over the frame, sneak it back before dawn, 'n really piss you off... ;)

-Eric

Took a look...Great stuff!