Ralph Goings is a realist painter who has exhibited in this country, Europe and Japan and is represented in museums and private collections here and abroad. He is recognized as one of the original members of the Hyper-Realist or Photo-Realist group of the late 1960’s.
Collins Diner, 1985-86
ralph goings interview
Actually, yes. That’s when it really began, because in – well, in the – I guess in the eighth grade, the teacher didn’t really – oh, I don’t know quite how to put it – she didn’t present anything as an art lesson or anything like that. It was just a matter of having materials there available – paper and pencils and pens and that kind of thing – and just sort of free-form – actually, looking back on it, it seems like it was a way for her to kill time until she got to the next real lesson, whatever it happened to be.
But then when I was a freshman in high school, I took a real art class. I mean, that was the name of the class. It was called an art class. And the teacher gave specific assignments of things to do, and that was – I really like that a lot because I could imagine things and I could do them. It surprised me, actually.
And I think that at that point I realized that a lot of my idle time while I was a kid was spent drawing, but I didn’t think of it as making art, or I didn’t think of it as art. The word “drawing” implies an attempt to create some sort of artistic image, or whatever, and I didn’t even really think of it as that; it was just that drawing, for me, at that level, was just a way to figure out how things were – sometimes, how things worked.
And I made a lot of model airplanes. I liked doing that because I liked airplanes. And what I would do is I would get the materials that all came in a box to make the model airplane out of. In those days they were made of balsa wood, so you had to carve it out yourself, and it wasn’t the kind of thing you snapped together.
And so I would make drawings of the airplane, of how it would look after it was put together, and then after I put it together, then I’d draw it again. It was more just a confirmation of how the thing was – how it worked, you know…