I frequently write about paint…the way it’s applied, how it feels gooey, textural, gestural. In Tooker’s work those aspects seem totally unimportant. It is all about the image. Nothing else matters. The paint is merely a vehicle to explain the image. The images are arresting to say the least. Despite their creepy quality there is a glow that often warms the surface. He lived in NY most of his life, and then moved with his partner to Vermont where he painted till the end of his life in 2011.