Lydia Randolph

Lydia Adele Randolph

I am a full-time artist living in a remote area of north Alabama. I am inspired by Gauguin’s violent use of color, Mary Cassatt’s delicate and precise renderings, and Eakins’ honesty. I paint things from my life, relics and ruins of our dwindling agrarian society, trucks and equipment left to grow into the weeds and trees. Things loved enough not to be discarded but no longer needed, left to be reabsorbed by the very earth that they once tended. I see both a tragic and stunning poetry in our mountains, creeks and canyons. It absorbs me to the exclusion of almost everything else. I paint what I see and when I can share that, when someone else can also see the beauty of a thing otherwise thought of as junk, or a cow, a dead tree, small creek—when I can communicate the magnificence of that, I feel like I’ve done my job as a poet and artist, a wandering fool left staring into the tide pools longer than is prudent or profitable.