Primarily self taught, award-winning writer/artist Rex Maurice Oppenheimer has written many nonfiction books and articles, poetry, lyrics for songs recorded on Capitol and Arista Records, and his art has been purchased by collectors in the United States and abroad.
Although he wanted to be an artist from a very early age, writing dominated his life for many years. The desire to paint, which had smoldered within, emerged some years ago when he was living in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he met and studied briefly with the Artist Roger Williams.
A dual American/French citizen, he has traveled extensively and lived on four continents. A combination of wanderlust, romanticism and artistic passion propelled him through a checkered past, which included everything from smuggling pre-Columbian art out of Mexico, songwriting in Los Angeles, vagabonding throughout India and across Asia, to living in London’s Belgravia replete with Rolls and chauffer.
His books include “Beyond Measure, Collected Poems;” “Reinventing Paradise: a modern history of Los Angeles;” “Miracles Happen - Bet on it! – The story of Las Vegas;” “Washington, D.C. - the conscience of America;” “River Town Hometown - an illustrated appreciation of Cincinnati;” “Louisville – A Legendary American City;” and “Be Your Best, a Comprehensive Guide to Aesthetic Plastic Surgery, written by the experts,” with medical editor Peter Bela Fodor, M.D., F.A.C.S., past president of The American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery.
echoes through the colors and shapes of the ordinary scenes
and objects I paint.
The commonplace speaks a mantra of existence
and the colors blend a body of reality around an abstract heart.
Although I like a lot of abstract art, I tend to prefer art with a strong representational aspect, yet I don’t really care for photorealism. I hope to find the intersection of the unknown and the commonplace, to bring the soul of the mountain to the surface of its stones. I was greatly influenced by the Impressionists.
What do I want to paint? The ordinary, the everyday, showing how in the hulls of boats, in the slate roof tiles on stone houses, in the walkways landscaped with garden tools, are contained the unexplained mystery of the existence we find and create ourselves within.
That towering gray walls of the city, or the bright buildings dappling some Mediterranean coast, are telling us we've walked these paths for centuries understanding little yet feeling it all. That this simple beauty is saying a moment of peace, which is all I know of forever.