Poole’s artwork directly reflects his renegade attitude throughout his entire life. His work demands closer examination as his style changes as frequently as the Oklahoma wind. In a commercial world, this diversity is not understood. The public demands – or perhaps it is the demand of marketers – that an artist stick with one vision so the work can be easily pegged. This easy identification of one’s painting is an untenable position for Poole, who has never been one to take direction from anyone. Though in demeanor, he is polite and gregarious, do not be fooled. O. Gail Poole is a maverick and is, as yet untamed. Perhaps, he is like a volcano at rest, occasionally letting off a puff of smoke or steam, a glimmering of molten lava, waiting for the moment to fully express his passion within. I am honored to know such a talent as O. Gail Poole.
— Artist Sherrie McGraw

"Cigar Smoke," a portrait of O. Gail Poole by Sherrie McGraw
Copyright 2013 Sherrie McGraw, all rights reserved.

I have admired O. Gail Poole’s works since I met him in the early 1980s. His paintings were well executed, no matter what style or medium.

Since I had only painted what I saw, as a portrait painter, to me he was eons advanced in his creativity by painting what his mind saw. He had so much talent and he obviously had a wonderful time creating what he painted. He was a master at everything, from alla prima painting to elaborately developed compositions, and what amazed me was that he was extremely prolific.
— Mitsuno Ishii Reedy, Artist
Far-reaching in his aesthetic vision and with subjects ranging from the profound to the profoundly funny, O. Gail Poole defies categorization. In the best possible sense, his work makes us rethink our ideas about recent American art, challenging stereotypes of artistic genius and regional identity alike.
— Louise Siddons, Ph.D., Assistant Professor and Faculty Curator, OSU College of Arts and Sciences

On Poole's personality....

Once when I was in Tulsa, scheduled to give an oil painting demonstration in front of a giant Cowboy Artists of America crowd, I somehow—in the pre-demonstration barbecue-buffet orgy—managed to drench my white shirt with sauce. Gail—who I barely knew at the time—quickly took in the situation and insisted that he drive back to my hotel room and snag another shirt for me before I had to go on stage. He did this good deed in typical friendly, humorous fashion and I’ve always been grateful for it. A memorably wonderful guy!
— Gregg Kreutz, Artist
Battle against obscurity.
— Robert Henri, The Art Spirit
An artist must approach his work in the spirit of the criminal about to commit a crime.
— Edgar Degas