By Stephen Gjertson. Written on the occasion of Richard Lack’s 80th birthday.

Richard Lack in his studio, c. 1971.
It’s difficult to say anything about Richard Lack that I have not already stated in his biography or the essays on my student years and the ateliers of Gammell and Lack. I was one of the students in his first cohesive group — that is, the first group of students who studied with him for an extended period. In my case, from 1971-1975. Like so many of the students who came after us, we came to Mr. Lack from bitter and adverse experiences in colleges, universities, and art schools; in some cases, from bad experiences with Ives Gammell himself. Ours was an experimental group, on which Mr. Lack was testing the method of study he learned from Gammell. In a sense, we also tested him: his patience and endurance with a group of frustrated students who already had definite views about art and the direction we wanted to take in our future careers. Nevertheless, we were all grateful to have found him, and without his instruction our work would now be amateurish and crude. He was always the consummate professional and treated us with respect, unless we acted in outlandish and rebellious ways. Then he would give us his advice and let us make our own decisions — unfortunately, more often than not, to our detriment.

During his career Lack was an outspoken defender of traditional art and sometimes a vitriolic critic of entrenched Modernism, a fact that caused many critics to dislike him and to derisively label his students “Lackies.” For good or ill, he reluctantly chose the term “classical realism” to differentiate the heirs of the Boston tradition from those in other traditions, and it has now passed into general use in reference to contemporary artists whose work stems from the Western tradition. If history is just, it will see Richard Lack as a dedicated husband and father, an exceptional artist, an influential teacher and writer, a generous friend, a champion of the art we all love, and a good man. That, at least, is how I see him. Visit the photo gallery Richard F. Lack: A Painter’s Heart.