Brett Scheifflee

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Brett Scheifflee b. 1986, Buffalo, New York



As long as I can remember, I have been interested in drawing and often spent afternoons at work on one piece or another. However, at some point in my early adult life, I began to recall only the haziest memories of a deep fascination for oil painting. Maybe it was the colorful tubes, a fragile painted surface once admired on a museum wall, or could it have been the old printed illustrations and paintings I frequently flipped through as a child? Whatever the source, I couldn’t be happier that they managed to float up through the muck, fear and repetitive boredom that grade school can instill.


Like anyone in high school, I was forced to make the choice of what to do with the rest of my life. Art seemed like such an impossible thing to pursue, but one day while sitting at the kitchen table looking through college brochures, it finally seemed to click. Standing in front of me was my mother, a previously talented painter herself, whose abilities have been hindered by Parkinson’s disease. As she ironed the pile of clothes with her once steady hand, I knew if I had any talents they shouldn’t be wasted. What seemed like not long after this moment, I was in my parents van heading towards college to study illustration, hone my skills and hopefully make some kind of living through art.


It was here that the great artists of history were introduced, and I began to memorize their names and styles all while being completely in awe of their accomplishments. From the depths of history, the brushes of Van Eyck through Van Gogh seemed to create a rift in which my old life fell while a new one was being constructed. Somewhat secretly, I knew I would be dedicating all of my artistic aspirations to painting.


After graduating with an illustration portfolio and a handful of trial paintings, I set to work and haven’t stopped since. Over time, ones life and vision may change, but their beliefs can stay untouched. Every experience, color and gesture will eventually coalesce into an echoing pictorial language that cannot be imagined in the present. Although I have much of my life left to live, every time I set to work, I believe that if I can share just a small part of something authentic and beautiful it will all be worth it.

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