Franklin Wilson

Franklin Wilson carried a sketchbook everywhere, filling it with quick lines and sharp observations, street corners, faces, and his own reflection staring back. In 1973, he turned the habit into a self-portrait so raw it feels like he caught himself mid-thought. His drawings don’t flatter; they pin you to the moment. Hunt down Interviews/Self-portrait and you’ll see what he meant by “art as a conversation, not a pose.”