Mark Golden on Paint

I was born with a “paint-by-numbers” set in my crib. My dad, Sam developed one of the original packaging systems and a paint that remained stable within those little plastic cups. As I remember him saying the paint had a castor oil base. So what co…

Why are the Acrylic paintings in some of our most important museums labeled as Synthetic Polymer Paint? They don’t improperly label Oils or Watercolor or Gouache (which are just opaque water colors). I understand that in the past it was difficult to judge what particular paint system might have been used to create a work. […]

I love our Custom Paste Paint. Unfortunately, I may still be the only one that does. The only artist advocate for the product is Lindsey Berkun. Thanks Lindsey! The paint feels like spreading the thickest creamy peanut butter onto Wonderbread®. …

Years ago I was listening to a Charles Osgood poem about the degradation of modern materials, based on a newspaper reporters version of a wonderful paper by Dr. Mary Baker, previously of the Smithsonian. In Dr. Baker’s paper she describes the deg…

I am a strong believer that opportunity is constantly coming at you like radiation from space. The problem with this is … that most of the time, it travels right through you without stopping. I am not sure how to make that opportunity particle tr…

When I was about 11 years old, after a half a day of filling sets with tubes of paint at the Bocour shop on 52nd St., my Dad took me to MoMA. As we viewed the DeKoonings, Stills, Motherwells, Louis’s, and Pollocks my Dad would stop in front of ea…

For over 25 years I’ve had the opportunity to work with some of the most talented artists in the world and to know the joys of working with a true pioneer in modern art materials, my father, Sam Golden. I’ve also had the honor of working w…

We just had a fire drill here this morning at 7:55. Earlier this morning we had a power failure, which are quite regular here. A good deal of the staff come in at 6:30. It was 9° F and a lot of folks slid and shuffled outside before they could gather…