Greetings and Salutations

    ...Where Cole and the majority of the Hudson River School's works were  meant to capture the natural beauty of early America, this new school of visionary art making it's way up the Hudson's focus is not limited to the landscape of the outer world, but instead delves into the landscape of the inner worlds of our mind and spirit, the landscape of the sacred creativity that ties us all together.  

.....but first, let's backtrack a bit.  

      In 2007 I woke in Albany Medical Center sore, confused, and  disoriented.  I explained to the nurses that I was a recovering addict and not to give me anything stronger than Tylenol.  What I didn't realize was that I had totaled my motorcycle in a head on collision a couple days before.  I  had lost my left leg above the knee and almost lost my left (dominant) arm among other various injuries.  I had a fentanyl drip in one arm and another random IV in the other.  Over the counter meds simply weren't  gonna cut it this time.  

      Thanks to quite a few surgeries, a lot of charity, and a fair amount of  hard work from myself and others, I was able to keep the location of my studio Thereforever Tattoos, and reopened a little over a year later.  I had also begun painting again as therapy and was becoming much more aware of the spirituality of existence.  Lucky enough to live only a quick drive away from the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors,  I made a couple of pilgrimages while they were still in the New York  City location, and when they moved even closer to the permanent property in Wappingers Falls I became an official member and began to go quite  regularly.  Being surrounded by so many amazing fellow artists inspired me and opened me up to new ideas and techniques, both artistically and  spiritually.  Being surrounded by so many people of different beliefs  helped me reconnect with my intuition, leading me back to a relationship with the higher power I had left in my adolescence and  searched for throughout my sobriety.  

       One day, after months of deep meditation and self work I felt a breakthrough.  Feeling spiritually born again as though awakened from a  dream or illusion, I was reminded of local legend Rip Van Winkle who had  slept for 20 years after drinking with little folk in the mountains.  From that point on I chose to go by the name Rip Van Wagoner.  I was ordained using that name as a ceremonial ritual marking my awakening, and I set my intention and dedication to a spiritual life in search of the highest truth while striving to minimize the suffering among my fellow man.   

      My life was miracle after miracle and I was on top of the world. I  began looking to expand my business model outside of just tattooing, hoping to apply my art to new mediums and merchandising, but that was not quite  what fate had in store.  Following a routine review I wrongly had my  disability benefits revoked.  I ended up losing my apartment, car, lover, and almost everything  besides my shop.  It took over two years of legal battle before my  benefits were finally reinstated.  By then the damage was already done, leaving me to fend for myself living in a small room in the back of my shop, rebuilding yet again with no access to the support and resources that had allowed me to rebound as I had in the past.   Stressed and depressed, I spent the next few years fighting infection after infection, both in my injured arm and then leg, unable to tattoo because of the pain and risk of contaminating my customers.  

Refusing to give up I dove deeper into my fine art endeavors, not only for economic survival but my  emotional well being as well, selling originals and eventually taking on  small commissions.   I re-invented my studio into "Rip Van Wagoner's Gallaquarium",  a living breathing psychedelically charged gallery, studio, and sacred  space.  Adorned with my own visionary art paintings and prints, the environment was vibrant with healing energies.  I was able to sustain this for a few years but with the landlord looking to sell the building with the real estate bubble at it's prime and droves of people from the city fleeing upstate during the 2020 CoVid pandemic drastically changing the face of my once serene childhood home, I knew it wasn't long and after after two decades at 430 Main St it was sadly time for me to close Thereforever Tattoos at Rip Van Wagoner's Gallaquarium.  Now off the beaten path, I'm able to pause to reflect and reexamine where this path of spiritual art will lead me next.  

     Creating art is one of the only times that I'm likely to find peace in this mad  world, sometimes buried under layers of frightening pain and suffering.  In doing so I hope to transmute that pain into beauty,  my experiences and strength into hope, and to let others that suffer know that they are not alone and not to give up.   Nothing worth doing in  life is ever easy, so all we can do is show up and do our best.  If not you  who?  If not now when?    

     This is it, here we are, and the rest is history in the making.