I saw a nice photograph taken by Travis Melin from Ely, Minnesota. He took it in a meadow near Tom's Logging Camp on scenic Hwy 61 near Two Harbors, Minnesota. Richard Abraham, an artist, said he recalled the words of a customer of his who remarked while looking at one of his paintings, "no sky, no buy". Well, that seems like a challenge to me. I also remember a photographer, when we were visiting Paris, say to me "remember...close-up, close-up, close-up". So, I'm off on a series of paintings, that at the moment, I don't seem to be tiring of yet.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
As part of the Grand Marais, MN Plein Air Painting Festival last week about 50 artists gathered on Artists' Point for the challenging Quick Paint. We had 90 minutes to complete a painting. Our inland sea, Lake Superior, offers beautiful views of water and rocks that sing with the ever changing patterns of color and light.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Thursday, August 02, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
There is an excellent exhibit of abstract paintings by Mark Ostapchuk in the MAEP Gallery of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. It's rare to see beautiful, interesting abstract work. The colors are so rich. Congratulations to this local artist. It's up until April 1, I can't wait to see them again.
There was a wonderful solo exhibit at the Minnesota Museum of American Art: Horizon: Small Painting Series, 1980-1987. The many paintings, only about 6" x 14", were masterpieces. All referenced the sky, water and shore of Lake Superior. Always the horizon line about one quarter of the way down from the top. I never thought such small paintings could be so powerful.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
A visit to the 1968 exhibit at the Minnesota History Center got me thinking about what I was doing back then. In 1968 I was living in Colorado Springs. I remember the drive from Colorado Springs up to the Denver airport to pick up a copy of the New York Times. My friend, Peter Lehmann, had grown up in New York City and couldn't stand to be without the Sunday Times. In 1968 you couldn't get the New York Times Sunday edition until Monday afternoon in Colorado Springs. Well, this necessitated what would become the weekly trip to Denver to get the paper. The first car I owned was a 1960 VW beetle (the little yellow buggy). It had a 36 hp engine, no gas gauge and a wooden 2x4 for a back bumper. It did have a reserve tank if you ran out of gas, so you could just turn the valve under the dashboard and you had another gallon to get to the nearest gas staion. On these weekly trips to the airport Peter seemed to be fortified by drinking strong Medaglio D'Oro coffee and smoking unfiltered French Gaulois cigarettes. This car also made a memorable trip to Chicago with Peter. We had to post bail at the Cook County jail for Terry Miller who had been arrested for protesting during the Democratic National Convention. As my short term memory is diminishing, my recollection of events 44 years ago seems to becoming more vivid.