An American master, obscured by the shadows of the past, content to linger in the periphery of giants, at long last comes to light.

Born

October 23, 1918

Tacoma, WA

dIED

August 11, 1999

San Francisco, CA

Byron Randall led an extraordinary life. From his early years in Salem, Oregon, to his years settling down in a chicken coop in Tomales, California, he led a life as colorful and vibrant as his paintings. Byron traveled the world and it drastically shaped his art and his view of the world itself. At once sharp and blazing in your face the injustices of capitalism, fascism, sexism, the crimes against indigenous peoples.. yet in the next breath pulling you deeper into the beauty of the imaginal realm. Byron’s art is multifaceted, enigmatic. While he is unafraid to show the pains of this world, he is dually emboldened to showcase its beauty, with humor and whimsy, never crossing that thinnest of lines from the satirical into the cynical.