Tom Lubchenko was an artist. He could have been a doctor, but paint was in his blood. He was self-taught, learning by trial and error and making many messes. He admired and borrowed from: Turner (for elevating colors to a high pitch, without contrivance or gaudiness, and for the dissolution of details in light . . . unlike Rembrandt, for example, who dissolved details in darkness), Moran (for the same use of color that made Turner temporarily exempt from oblivion), Picasso (the painter of the century because he drew so well), Vermeer, Sargent, Cezanne (whose apples one could use as hammers), local Dan Sprick (whimsical poetry, exhilarating use of color, damned difficult subjects) (1). Ruth, his loving wife, encouraged him to paint. He tried to make pictures that were nourishing to not only artists but to everybody,
Tom Lubchenco was shot dead by an unknown assailant in the Glenwood Springs, Colorado, Wal-Mart at 11:30 pm on June 16, 2002 – Father’s Day. He moved to Glenwood Springs because it was safer than Denver, he worked at WalMart as a night stock clerk because it seemed safer than working as a bartender.
Tom Lubchenco left behind a wife and 2 children – and his humor and his art to be enjoyed.
(1) A brief autobiography, by Tom L.