Biography:

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​David Slader welcomes the opportunity to write about himself while pretending not to. Not much of this is true. He figures, as an artist, he has license to invent. Gallery 114 has no rules, so he gets away with it.  
 
Born in Chicago a long time ago, David felt personally responsible for the Cubs not winning a pennant since 1945. He was wracked with guilt until 2016 when the “curse of the baby David” was finally lifted. This has had no effect on David’s art, but he likes to talk about it.
 
David’s paintings more or less resemble people, “More of less as time goes on.” When interviewing himself for this bio, David described how he works: “I don’t tell my hands what to do, and they don’t tell me why they did it. That’s the only way we get along.” He seems to be particularly attracted to bold, black lines. Not so much for how they look, but because they are “so much fun to make.” He says he works on a painting until it wakes up and says, “Hey, you there, pour me a Scotch.” Sometimes he is out of Scotch and substitutes a fine Irish whiskey.

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