I have always seen a magic in ancient imagery. Also in worn old coins. And silent movies, dreams and distant recollection. Art started out as a process of magic. One takes the magic of life and makes it durable, to make further use of the magic. When I sketch on the subway, or in the cafe or on a bus to Roissy, it is more than a card trick. The utility goes deeper.
Figurative art is changing. It has found its place once again. Slighted as the zombie that comes back and back from the dead, we can see now that only cleverness has died, the cleverness that informs the folly of progress, the miscalculation of where art must go.
I haven’t thought too much lately about the timeline of art. I just keep working the magic image, the oldest school of art in the world.
—Tim Milk, June 6, 2019