Ericka
Wolf

Ericka Wolf was born in Seattle and grew up with unconventional parents — young, bohemian — which included stretches of living in a VW bus in Mexico and a childhood largely spent in solitude on a quiet lake in eastern Washington. That early intimacy with sky and water is not incidental to the practice she later built. She studied oil and encaustic painting at the Gage Academy of Art in Seattle and has continued her training at the New York Academy of Art and the Grand Central Atelier — institutions grounded in disciplined technical study. She works in oils, wax, and resin. In the encaustic work, she heats and layers beeswax, tree resin, and pigment onto birch panels, then fuses and scrapes the surface with a blowtorch. The process is irreversible and physical; it makes demands that oil alone does not.

Her paintings address sky, water, and horizon — the specific quality of light at the edge of day, the moment just before sunset when color is most saturated and the mind is quiet. She has described the sky as the perfect metaphor for life’s expansiveness: open and light, or dark and ominous, always beautiful in its impermanence. She is inspired by color field painters — Jules Olitski, Mark Rothko, Helen Frankenthaler, Joan Mitchell, Betsy Eby — and by photographers whose investigations of atmospheric light parallel her own: Eric Cahan, Hiroshi Sugimoto, Debra Bloomfield. The painting she makes from these influences is reductive but not minimal. The surfaces hold the evidence of layered process.

She has participated in group and solo exhibitions across the Pacific Northwest. Her work is held in private and public collections in the United States, Europe, and Australia. Her paintings have been featured on the cover of the UK magazine Risk and in the chapbook Flow Variations by the poet Andrew Gottlieb. She travels extensively — Cuba, Greece, Italy, East Harlem, the Washington coast — for the atmospheric material her paintings require. She lives in Seattle with her husband and son.

I invite the viewer to enter the painting, slow down, unclench, and access the soft, blurry consciousness of waking up.I want them to sink into the light of the horizon before the sun sets, when the mind is quiet and open to what surfaces from the stillness . The sky is the perfect metaphor for life’s expansiveness — whether open and light or dark and ominous, it is ultimately beautiful in its vibrancy, duality, and impermanence.