Stare at an Eric Hermann painting long enough and you’ll realize that this guy’s painting is the equivalent of reading a novel. There’s a story going on with just enough detail to give you the gist, then you fill in the blanks with your own imagination. That ability to convey through acrylics and canvas stories relating the biker lifestyle is probably what’s endeared him to a cadre of collectors, admirers and corporations willing to shell out tens of thousands of dollars for his originals.
If you’re unfamiliar with Eric Hermann’s work, imagine what would happen if Norman Rockwell was born 30 years later and became a biker. While unrelated to a particular time when things and people might have been less, shall we say, “edgey,” Eric’s paintings still have a sense of nostalgia to them. It makes you miss the feeling of freedom and screwing a few rules in the process. They make you want to get back on your bike and ride. Life’s simple pleasures taken in whatever dose you decide to measure out.
“There are only two things I’m really good at -- motorcycles and painting. And I hope to be doing both until the day I die.”
While that might be an excellent closing line, it’s really a better way to get things started. Eric is very clear about what he’s interested in and what he won’t waste his time on. It’s hard to say whether he’s been that way his entire life, but it’s where he finds himself now.
He wasn’t born into an artistic family. His dad and brothers were mostly left-brained machinists and mechanics, while he was the right-brained one with paint in his veins and various shades of light in his soul. Surrounded by men who liked to tinker on bikes and cars, it seems that if Eric was going to gravitate toward painting something it would be what was familiar.