Olivia Zlota Interview May 2026

(Laughs) "Imitation is flattery, but it’s also annoying. Look, the texture came from poverty. In my early twenties, I couldn’t afford large canvases. I was painting on cardboard, on old shipping crates. I’d mix my gesso with sand from the street, with coffee grounds, with ripped-up sheet music. I was trying to build a history into the board itself. If I painted a memory, I wanted the surface to feel like a memory—frayed at the edges, rough in the center, fading into obscurity. It wasn't intellectual. It was economic necessity."

Zlota attended the Rhode Island School of Design (RISD), a path she describes as "necessary, but terrifying." She nearly dropped out in her sophomore year, feeling suffocated by conceptual rigidity. Instead, she pivoted, spending a semester in Prague studying fresco restoration—a technical skill that would later inform her distinct textural layering. When critics discuss Zlota’s work, they invariably land on the texture. Her surfaces are not flat; they are archaeological digs of emotion. In one corner of a piece, you might find smooth, oiled realism. In another, thick impasto so rough it looks like burnt earth. olivia zlota interview

Last question. If your paintings could speak directly to the person reading this interview, what would they say? (Laughs) "Imitation is flattery, but it’s also annoying

"They would say: You are not late. You are not behind. The masterpiece you are afraid to start is still waiting for you. But you have to bleed first. " I was painting on cardboard, on old shipping crates

How did you develop your signature technique? The one everyone tries to imitate now?

Also, learn how to prime a canvas properly. You’d be surprised how many art school graduates don't know what rabbit skin glue is. Master the craft, then you can break the rules." As we wrapped up, Zlota returned to her current work. Lucid Ruins promises to be a departure. Early previews suggest architecture playing a larger role—crumbling Greek columns painted in neon acrylic, suburban homes melting into swamp water.