Richard Colman was born in 1976 and grew up in leafy Bethesda, Maryland, a suburb of Washington, D.C. His childhood home looks a little bit like the terracotta brick houses in his more elaborate paintings, but the similarity is just a structural one; presumably, there wasn’t nearly as much sodomy and decapitation in his real home.
Bethesda was a well-heeled place full of powerful people, but Richard spent much of his teenage years venturing into D.C.—both the ritzy and gritty parts—exploring, painting walls, and going to hardcore shows. Richard loved the presentable part of the city: the free museums, the monuments, and the energy of the locus of political power.
But just as much, he became fascinated with the other D.C., a place that had nothing to do with government and would never draw tourists. Just as his paintings of houses look a little like his own, there was plenty to D.C. that lay under the surface.
Image courtesy of Richard Colman
Bethesda was a well-heeled place full of powerful people, but Richard spent much of his teenage years venturing into D.C.—both the ritzy and gritty parts—exploring, painting walls, and going to hardcore shows. Richard loved the presentable part of the city: the free museums, the monuments, and the energy of the locus of political power.
But just as much, he became fascinated with the other D.C., a place that had nothing to do with government and would never draw tourists. Just as his paintings of houses look a little like his own, there was plenty to D.C. that lay under the surface.
Image courtesy of Richard Colman
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