|Trapp the sculptor has worked in
stone and steel for years, creating lavish--even colossal--outdoor
pieces for corporate clients and smaller more particular pieces for
his private clientele. His hands, his shoulders, are sore, sensitive,
the scars of sculpting, but he can no more give it up than he can
give up breathing. He avows that now he sculpts only by commission,
but if a fine piece of stone presents itself or a flash of metal catches
his eye or a woman turns her head just so, or if the moon is right,
well... the dance begins.
||Trapp the painter, emerged full-blown
from the stone carver, took what he could not say in bronze and marble
and let go with it in oil and ink on canvas and paper. His oils deliver
to the eye a feast of color and stroke saturated with childlike curiosity
and adult confidence. Not for the meek, his work aims at the alive
and well, begging appetite, thirst, and desire. His fabled nudes in
ink and wash on handmade paper are simple lines curving and soaring
to become women of sophistication and style, women with secrets, women
known or would like to know.
With unbridled energy and an insatiable passion for everything
that crosses his path, Trapp forever seeks interchange, new ground,
and a good time.