While painting I have two fundamental goals for the finished product. The first is to capture a single moment, and within that moment, a mood, a story that invokes emotion, or an atmosphere that envelopes the viewer. I try to produce work that draws the viewer in and holds them, allowing them an opportunity to relate to the composition and write their own story. I am most satisfied when I am able to express an idea or theme, a time in space, in which I have found to have a profound or overwhelming impact upon me. Beauty can be as simple and as rich as a radiant sunset or a peaceful shore line, but beauty can also be squeezed from that which we perceive as tragic or painful. Perhaps the most fruitful aspects of life stem from catastrophe. To know pain is to live, and to know life is to experience, and to truly experience, you have to take the good with the bad. A complete stranger can present you with a hot meal and fresh water when you have lost everything, when the world, as you had become accustomed to, is scattered in fragments at your feet, and suddenly the wreckage of your broken life doesn't matter as much. Instead, the random act of kindness takes center stage and it leaves you speechless and humbled. You find yourself so taken aback by the action of a complete stranger that you can barely catch your breath, let alone properly thank the individual before they continue on their way. This very moment when helplessness becomes awareness becomes strength and ambition. Through my photo-realistic images and artistic style, I don't necessarily strive to make great philisophical or political statements. My ambitions are a bit more simplified. I attempt, at the very least, to supply the viewers wanting it with a chance to feel a little more complete. My hope is that a viewer can bring something of themselves to my work and make his or her own interpretation. I desire to share my thoughts and ideals visually with anyone looking for a break from their own.
I have been drawing and painting as far back as I can recall. Art has always been my passion, my outlet, and my thought process. My paintings are a reflection of how I live in and interpret the world. Beginning as a three year old watching art shows with my mother; both of us sketching as the guy with the funny hair demonstrated on the television; she became my first and biggest inspiration and supporter and has been ever since. I got my start in my home town of Shreveport, Louisiana as early as my kindergarten year. I participated year after year in local arts festivals and competitions from that point and on up through high school. The arts community in Shreveport was very supportive and very active, exposing youth to the arts at an early age and instilling a life long appreciation for all things creative. Advocates for the arts like Pam Atchison, everyone associated with S.R.A.C. (Shreveport Regional Arts Council), Margaret Holt, Steve Dupree, Edward H. Allen, and many many others made more than just a lasting impression on me and my passion to create...they promoted, encouraged, and nurtured my desires of making a career of art. Their support and the support from family and friends made the dream seem possible. In 1999, I moved to Baton Rouge, Louisiana to attend college at Louisiana State University to pursue a degree in architecture. The technical accuracy attracted me to the subject, and I found I was able to bring a creative touch to the presentation of my projects. The open forum discussions and critiques taught me how to organize my thoughts and communicate them effectively to express the nature of a design concept. Seeing how my painting has always kept me a little saner, speaking sanely and confidently regarding a concept can certainly be a beneficial attribute. Never had that theory about myself been tested more than it was the morning of September 1, 2001, and the years to follow. With the sudden and tragic loss of my dad due to a fatal car accident, the very foundation of my life seemed permanently turned upside down, for myself and my family. But with change comes growth, and the first lesson about change is that it happens, happens often, and it's up to the affected to allow it to work either positively or negatively in their life. I went on to coordinate monthly art shows for Chicago's Steaks Bar and Grill, promoting not only my own work but the work of many other local artists in Baton Rouge; all the while sharpening my social and leadership skills as a labor manager for La Madeleine Restaurant. September 1, 2008 brought Hurricane Gustav to my front door, and yet another drastic change to my life. My house in ruins, I decided to leave Baton Rouge after nine years and now reside just north of Houston, Texas. Sincere thanks and best wishes to all my family and friends for your ongoing love and support, endless thanks to the God all around me for your patience and guidance, for it is they that have brought me here, and thank You for visiting my site. I hope you enjoy!
Alan Beach Jr.
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