Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Newsletter

 In a self-masochistic way I enjoy the process of making newsletters. The problem solving involved with determining how the letter will be folded mailed and opened. What the will the reader see first, second, third? I enjoy the puzzle, very similar to composing a painting.







An Incredible Collaboration

 This particular project I feel fortunate to have been involved with was for lack of better words was  action packed.  Late night edits , calls and zoom meetings with team members from California, Oregon to Georgia and Massachusetts. Often intense and always productive. 






A Cancled Project

A project I worked on that never made it to fruition. Although I was disappointed that it never progressed to a final solution I was happy with the iterations that evolved. 









Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Thirteen Unorganized Thoughts

 


1. Meaning in my work is generated more from an emotional response from within myself or in response to someone else and the gifts they share.  I have never been real active in trying to make social or political statements with my images. I tend to be more introspective.

 

2. My images are more than mere decoration. They are deeply immersed in thought and concern, for not just tactile and visual relationships, but interactive relationships with the viewer. Most of the time they are intended to be meditative.

 

3. If I were to say they had a sound, it would be the quiet silence of falling snow.

 

4. I predominately use acrylic because it is such a versatile medium. From creating transfers onto acrylic skins, or mixing additives to create textures, opacities, and transparencies, acrylics are uniquely suited to manipulation. The ability to play cook or mad scientist with the paint suits my temperament well.

 

5. I often think of the elements in my paintings as floating somewhere in the beyond. I am a traveler randomly passing through.

 

6. Simple yet complex, so small in the universe yet worlds within themselves, contracting and expanding images tend to bring my mind to a place of welcomed introversion.

 

7. It is my hope that wonderment is passed on to the viewer.

 

8. From the primitive to sophisticated, the one thing I hope comes across to the viewer is my intense love for painting.

 

 

9. Some pieces I intend to associate with the primitive more than others.

 

10. At the same time I do enjoy a little playfulness amongst the elements.

 

11. Titles are interesting to me. Is it suitable to permanently place upon an image a specific command for interpretation that may or may not fit within our literate world? Depending upon the piece and whether or not its intended association is more introspective or narrative, it may have a formal title or simply “Untitled”.

 

12. Titles often give instructions to the viewer. This can be helpful or harmful.  It is my belief that not all images function in the literate world. I do not always want a title to dictate to the viewer how it should be perceived. It is a visual conversation.

 

13. The process of building stretchers and stretching canvas or Lycra is equally important to me as making the final painting. For me it’s all about the process of working from start to finish. I find that not only is it meditative but as the stretched canvas develops towards completion, I also develop towards a readiness to paint. There is a joy I get from building the structure that I am going to eventually make into a painting. I believe this gives me a deeper connection to the final product and as an artist, that my work and myself are intertwined.

 

Clay Custer has been pursuing the arts his entire life. As a child his family had the portrait artist Thorton Utz paint their family portraits. Memories of Utz critiquing his scribbly child drawings and offering encouragement to, “Keep drawing, never stop”, have persisted throughout his life. After this unique experience as a child, Clay knew he wanted to be an artist. Eventually Clay earned a BFA in Drawing and Painting from The University of Georgia, an MFA with an emphasis in Painting from Utah State University and recently an MDMFA in Media Design from Full Sail University. Clay has taught at several universities, colleges, and high schools in Utah, Tennessee, and Georgia.  

 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

335 Days

335 days since I last painted.

It has been almost a year since I completed the final painting at the 505 Mclane address. I reflect on my circumstances over this time, some good, some bad, all learnable. I long for a time when I can paint again, especially the stretching of canvasses. What a special time, taking raw materials and assembling them in preparation for their cover of paint. The hum of the saw, dust, canvas and their unique smells, all permeate my mind. All lost to reality, temporarily for now, one hopes, one prays. I had to sell my beloved saw, my tools, the things that give birth to my paintings, I mourn them, all that is left is a roll of canvass that waits indefinitely to be stretched.

I miss it.


Tuesday, September 3, 2013

A Very Rare Occurrence


Two of my recent pieces, from this past year, are hanging in Palm Coast Coffee, St Simons Island.  Sightings of my work over the past few years have unfortunately been a rare occurrence.  Go down and catch a glimpse before they disappear into storage again.  Yes, they are for sale, I happen to be in the middle of a move and just haven’t made labels yet. That said, I believe my work is pretty obvious that it’s mine, at least in this community anyway. 1200.00 each. 


Friday, August 23, 2013

The Backside of Painting


For the past two days I have been cleaning, wrapping, and packaging, paintings, getting them ready for storage. I had leaned one against the wall, backside out, and it occurred to me that because I mill and stretch my own canvasses that each backside is unique and very telling to the history of each painting. In many ways the backside of the painting communicates the human experience more than the front, for one can see the physical traces left behind from the effort exerted in making this thing evolve into a finished product. Drips, staples, extra canvas, and exposed wood, the bones, internal organs, all revealed, fragile and destructible, no magic here.

It is my hope and dream, one day to have a show with all my paintings facing the wall. The nature of the human hand working, building, forcing into reality, a show of the back sides of the paintings, true beauty revealed.