Rosabel Goodman Everard

Whistling in the Dark

Before doodling in the dark, I spent a lot of time whistling in the dark, and still do.  When I was 18, my family decided I was to become a lawyer instead of a veterinarian in Africa. Ever since, I never knew quite what to do with myself, and still don’t. I suck at things like persistence, discipline and willpower, hallmarks of the serious lawyer. I only go on doing something when that something is fun … or when, whether fun or not, it grabs me. 

I’ve always enjoyed drawing and painting and generally creating things. I like discovering that I’m good at something, or at least decent, or at least that my family thinks so. It did not take me too long to get over that sinking feeling when someone criticizes a drawing or painting I was working on –I found I could self-criticize, and self-correct. Then I came to the conclusion that the worst, most painful and biting criticism is one’s own, and that it is not always correct. 

During the years I was active in the legal profession I had the good fortune of working for a law professor at the University of Rotterdam, Pieter Sanders, who was also a world-renowned collector of modern art and of African art. His office was a true museum. There was, among many, many others, a George Ricky in the garden, a Giacometti in the garage, a Pomodoro in the kitchen, a Kapoor in the stairwell, and a Mondrian in the living room. I got to visit a lot of museums and galleries with Piet and met a lot of artists, like Karel Appel, André Volten in Amsterdam, Jonathan Borofski and his gallerist Paula Cooper in New York, and Karel Nel in Johannesburg.

In another stroke of good luck I worked for a cousin, Hans Max Cramer, who had a gallery of classical art: Rembrandt, Cranach, Ruysdael, Vermeer. The work I did there was not exactly earth shattering – I typed letters and dusted paintings, and obviously never sold one. I wasn’t even allowed to do that by myself – it would have involved millions and needed careful preparation. But to be surrounded 5 days a week by all this beauty is a rare privilege. No surprise it was in that period I began my art education. 

I learned art in a random, hopscotch kind of way, by taking lessons from artists and by just doing it. Much of my later work came out of my “academic years” at the Corcoran College in Washington, DC. It was there that my work began to take shape. 

Somebody once asked me to describe my path into art and I answered that it was lined with people. The first two were a Swiss friend, Laurence Courvoisier, who took me to her watercolor lessons, and the Dutch retired math teacher who gave these lessons, Fred Adam. That was in 1988. Then there was a long time that art had to be put on hold – I moved to France, got a child, became a somewhat serious lawyer and moved to South Africa.

I've also had the good fortune to have lived in many places: Europe (the Netherlands, where I was born – 34 years, Belgium – 1 year, France – 7 years), America (New York City – 2 years, Washington, DC – 21 years), and South Africa  (Johannesburg – 6 years). I think living in Africa has influenced me the most. Its colors, its warmth, its endless joy and equally endless misery, the sheer intensity of life permeate everything. Europe is endless and complex layers of civilization, history and beauty and art, and a good bit of decadence; America is trailblazing innovation, simplicity, challenge and tough-as-nails ambition and energy, but Africa, despite European and American influences, has remained totally itself: random, organic, earth and manure and fire, raw life, wild animals, risk and crazy creativity. I don’t quite know how and why, but none of the continents seem to make sense without Africa. 

The next people to line my path into art appeared 10 years later, in South Africa. Again, a friend, Cecile Pool, took me to an art course. Pottery. I don’t really have much affinity for pottery, but the artist who taught the course, Isolde Krams, was larger than life with astounding courage and artistic energy. She  became a friend for life. She was a major presence on the Johannesburg art scene. She is now in Berlin, and a major presence on that art scene too. I made another  friend in that course, Sandi Behrman, who took me to yet another art course, painting. The teacher was Thea Soggott, who painted with clay, which she applied with her bare hands onto heavy watercolor paper. For that clay she’d drive several hours to go digging in the Magaliesberg, northeast of Johannesburg, near the oldest (3.6 billion years) mountains in the world. I learned a lot from Thea, not in the least that everything takes its own merry time. The best one could hear from Thea, after weeks of sweating on nothing was, “Ah … and now the magic begins!”

In 2001 I moved to the USA. We settled in Washington, DC, just in time for 9/11. During my, at first aimless, dog walks through the neighborhood I met an artist, Joan Danziger, who became a friend for life. She never taught me art, but inspired me endlessly, shared her many art friends with me, and she curated several of my shows. She encouraged me to enroll at the Corcoran College of Art + Design. 

At the Corcoran I was taught basics by Annette Polan, color theory by Mary DelPopolo, oil painting by Bill Newman, composition and creativity by Steve Cushner and Bill Christenberry, and screen-printing by Manuel Navarrete and Hedieh Ilchi. And finally more creativity counseling by Judy Southerland, who to this day is my guru.

Through Annette Polan I became involved in Faces of the Fallen, a project of some 1,500 small portraits of soldiers fallen in Iraq and Afghanistan, all 8”x6”, made by well over 200 artists from all over the USA, which found a temporary home at the Women’s Memorial at Arlington Cemetery. 

Through Joan Danziger I became involved with a fundraising project of the National Symphony Orchestra and painted a violin with images of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, which was displayed for a while at the Kennedy Center and then auctioned off by Marvin Hamlisch.

I joined Studio Gallery in Washington, DC, where I had my first shows, and then joined the Middle Street Gallery in Washington, VA – I had developed a parallel existence in the Virginia Piedmont. Every November I participate in the Rappahannock Art Tour Weekend. Since 2020, I am represented by Andrew Haley of Haley Fine Art, a commercial gallery in Sperryville, VA.

In March 2022 I had a solo show in the Arts Club of Washington. My first solo show was there, too, in 2011.

And finally I could not work peacefully and happily if it were not for my two studio companions, Barret and Bo.