Samoa’s paintings vibrate with intensity and vitality that only a skilled master can bring to subject matter. I know Samoa, you know Samoa, we all know Samoa as a Rock God on stage, in flames, with The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black. There were no ashes and yet still he rises phoenix like, paintbrush in hand, casting a spell and teaching us reverence for the other Gods of Rock we come to know better through his work. He is a history painter moving deftly from one icon to another with skill and alacrity. His spirit and presence in these paintings make me feel more alive. What more can one hope for from work of Art?
Jack Pierson December 8 2017 NYC
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