“We are spiritual creatures that our lower animal is at constant odds with, or so it seems.”
Edward’s art is a spiritual experience, imagery with such luminous light and aura to it that it refuses to be captured in a photograph. His colors are sepias, ambers and the warmest golds of sunsets – against the dark, murky depth of our world’s underbelly. Seeing his work in person hooked me – classical masterpieces of mood, physics and unearthly delights. Edward is not only a master painter but an accomplished sculptor as well – he shares some of his thoughts here with grateful Eclectix.
“Wilcox uses glazes, paint removers and a sepia palette to construct glossy memento moris such as substance-abusing young blonds and Neutras flambés. Playing off the lurid Gothic Romantic style, Wilcox says his works, like the movement he references, rebuke and seduce…” from Mindy Farrabee, Los Angeles Times
My favorite art memory from my childhood is… My first, most impressionable memory has to be my kindergarten art teacher – Mrs. Tatem demonstrating to me how when painting a portrait you must always begin with the eyes of the subject. Then you simply fill the surrounding area with the rest of the figure! I liken that strategy to my fathers equally fascinating advice for carving a wooden Indian.“Simply carve away anything that does not look like an Indian.”
My interest in art/painting started … It was probably my learning disabilities that led me to an interest in art. As a small boy, my parents did a stellar job convincing me that I was a genius and that my severe dyslexia and slight autism were signs that my mind worked in special and mysterious ways. I had an acute grasp of creative processes probably due to the fact that by comparison I didn’t understand much else.
What inspired or led to this “look” to your works? How did it evolve? My exposure to some of the mansions of Palm Beach as a child was perhaps the beginning of the journey. Then several trips to Europe followed and sealed the deal. I site the whole “beauty of decay” thing. Nostalgia, they say, is a denial of the present and its attributes. Perhaps its a common myth that we all like to share, that the past was somehow better than things are now. Da Vinci was accused, as I am, of being a bit of an antiquarian, in the sense of making things appear older than they are. I find comfort in the practice somehow.




































