Breakfast with Craig
Some of my fondest memories of Craig Kauffman are from coffee shops. Craig knew the diners and coffee shops of Los Angeles pretty well. When we traveled together, we also met for breakfast, sometimes in a hotel and other times in a neighborhood diner. Over the years we had breakfast in New York, San Francisco, Nagoya, Paris, Zurich and Manila.
No matter where we went, Craig was absolutely punctual. He always greeted me with the same, “Hey, there he is!” From the beginning of our breakfasts, I learned that coffee shops were a big part of the inspiration for his work. I learned that it was in the early 1960s, at Jan’s coffee shop on Beverly Boulevard, that Kauffman said he had “seen sort of resin decorative things, where the color was sort of transparent and rounded out.” Like so many artists, Kauffman found strange beauty in the commonplace.
And, as Craig has said, “There were two big pop machines that bubbled and spewed stuff out. They were right across the street from my studio…Ed Moses and I used to go in there and have doughnuts. And these two big—it was grape and an orange, and I always liked those colors a lot. I thought, Jesus that would be really great to have colors like that in my paintings.”
Craig could find source material anywhere. Sometimes it was sort of perverse and contrary, or unexpected. He wasn’t looking for materials that would emphasize the surface, and that’s often misunderstood by critics. He was looking for an unorthodox support for painting, and wanted to find a way to paint pure sensual color.