Sam Bloor – Chess

10 February, 2024

Growing up my father was a street preacher. He had a great bit where he would put a bible under a white blanket and yell “IT’S ALIVE” until a crowd gathered, then announcing that the word of God was indeed alive. He’s since changed religions and several countries but one thing that remained was my belief that a street preacher is always good for some banter. The photo in this artwork is of a preacher I speak to on occasion walking to my studio in Fremantle. It’s always enlivening being able to jump straight to the big existential questions of life in a conversation with a stranger. Sometimes these chats linger with me and visit the studio to end up in a painting. The son of a preacher selling words for a living. How’s that for full circle?