Skip Liepke’s work makes me happy. Since first discovering it years ago, it has made me want to paint recklessly, with big wet wads of colour, because at the end of the day, character beats photo-realistic control every time. Moving from the Impressionists through Jenny Saville to reach a most edible and inspiring destination.
Andrew Foster’s whimsical and erotic nudes seem to simultaneously lampoon and pay homage to the Impressionists. His pastel landscapes are completely devoid of men, and the women that inhabit them seem not to mind.