Richard Bosman

His creations are midway between naïf, Mexican ex-votos and the covers of American airport novels. They combine the comic book genre (deforming it with just a touch of humour) with the typical illustrations seen in thrillers. They teem with rugs, Bakelite telephones, attaché cases, overflowing ashtrays and blood splattered kitchen knives. A representative of Neo-Expressionism in 1980s New York (the same period the gallery is presenting at its booth) and still faithful to a classic, if somewhat deliberately awkward figurative approach, Richard Bosman revels in crime scenes, suicides and love affairs gone wrong. His characters in suits and ties lying dead on beds, on the run, smoking a last cigarette and only rarely in a lover’s embrace, convey the feelings of solitude and the frantic, never-ending hustle and bustle of the modern city, which are the subject of his paintings.