SPRING 2019

Summer Approaching

I'm feeling like such a slacker, having ignored this blog for nearly a year. Winter came  equipped with a sub zero agenda for a while. This meant that melting snow, then rain then more snow, became ice, it was a layered lasagna of winter precip making the driveways somewhat  treacherous.  Not just for a few days, but for an entire season, we never saw the actual surface of our driveway until sometime in early April. 

I am writing this on May 18th, and while there is no snow, and I was brazen enough to take the snow shovel into the barn last week, I  wore my winter parka today to walk the dog. My parka is a Lands End piece weather rated to be effective up to - 30  degrees F. It felt good today with a wind blowing in across the lake from Michigan and rain  coming in sideways at times. Yet  somewhere there is a gallery opening, an artist frantic to frame a piece for the Hardy Gallery Salon  due next week, in time for the BIG Weekend, Memorial Day weekend when the county falls under the spell of orgiastic display of paintings, sculpture and who knows what other surprises await. 

I didn't work a lot this winter but I did work and have a few pieces I will probably submit to the public eye. I have several pieces framed and one painting nearly dry enough to mount into a floater frame just in time to go to the Hardy. I  also plan to participate in the Hardy Collection Invitational in July, and in September there is a one day event put on by the Womens Fund of Door County, called the ARTRAGEOUS Sale  which fills a barn in northern Door with eager bargain hunters hoping to get the art work of their dreams. Last year I submitted a painting of a monarch butterfly. This year it might be a painting of my cat.

June 13 2019
Well, what can I say. I took a deep breath and submitted my painting AFTERNOON DISTRACTIONS,  a mixed media piece, mostly oil, which I came so close to ditching, but didn’t. This piece got in the juried show, and yesterday I learned I received first prize!! GOBSMACKED was the term I used to describe my dismay and joy. I kept checking the email to be assured I read it correctly. I am honored and really feel weird. I have never won this big of a prize before.

September Sunday

GREEN HEART

acrylic and oil on canvas

18"x18"

by Cheryl Stidwell Parker

for

Miller Art Museum ABSTRACT THOUGHTS 

ABSTRACT THOUGHTS opened at the Miller Art Museum yesterday with a reception for artists, friends and the general public. I am honored to be included in this invitational.   It was a healthy mix of area as well as statewide selection of artists represented in this exhibit. It was also a good chance to see people I hadn't seen all summer.  There were several strong pieces that pulled me in with an immediacy and only a few that I walked by with out a second glance.  Over all it was a thought provoking and very professional presentation of work.  The next show up is the Miller annual juried show which I  entered fairly often over the years,  but  last year I held off on this and I am not entering this year either. I will jump back into the ring in 2019 but feel ok for now with my sabbatical from juried shows.


The 2 pieces I entered in the Hardy Collection Invitational brought interest to Chez Cheryl Artspace. while I was at the Hardy one afternoon during that show, I met a couple from Glenn Ellyn Ill. who liked the painting I had up for silent auction, they were the third party to bid on the piece, I don't know who ended up with it. But that couple ended up visiting my studio one afternoon and ended up buying a small floral still life. I was happy and so were they.

Then I left for Iowa and a week with extended family.  When I returned I jumped back into the studio, and had started four paintings by the end of the first week back. Plein air painting one afternoon with friends Liz M, Rick R. and Lynne G.  for several hours,  at a break Liz left to return with a tomato pie Rick had made, we had a tail gate party to top off the afternoon,  and I was certain that things don't get much better than that.

But now the days are getting shorter, leaves are starting to brighten red and orange around the farm house, and soon our seasonal friends will be on the road to destinations south.

My thoughts are swirling around the next portrait prize party in 2019,  new possibilities of the next painting, the next collage, the next idea.

9th Annual Door Prize for Portraiture at Chez Cheryl Artspace

July 6 2018

Has it been a year? I have paid little attention to this blog but feel compelled to document the most recent Door Prize for Portraiture.  This is our 9th year, and the interest  continues with gusto. The opening party for artists and their friends was well attended, we had just enough food, and people cheered each other when winners were announced. This community is supportive and truly celebrate each other at many levels, win or loose.
I have managed my medical issues for a year now, no changes in MRI, so no change means no drama.  I think it was shocking enough to say goodbye to Julia Bresnahan, who passed away suddenly, it seems, while in Arizona.


We  knew she had health issues but thought most of the bad stuff had been beat. Instead she succumbed to invading cancer and went to hospice and soon after, she was gone. She had left her portrait of grand nephew Marshall in her place in Baileys Harbor, and it was  my pleasure to include it in the show, I was glad to hear from her niece that it was the families wish to have it displayed.  This year’s Honorable Mention went to Michael Nitsch, Karin Overbeck and Hermke Timm, all diverse and deserving. Best in Show went to Suzanne Rose, at last, I think she felt like a bridesmaid, never a bride, but this year’s image of daughter Delilah was so powerful, practically jumping off the wall. Her chronicle of her daughter’s growth each year  offers a study not only, of the Portrait image, but the complexities of a young girl facing a broadening world.


Chez cheryl artspace continues to offer me a quiet spot, the screened in front porch a temple for listening to the wind in maple and arbor vita and countless birds through the day, concluding with the whip poor will at dusk.

Right now my own  paintings are stored in closets. In late July two will go to the Hardy Gallery for Collection Invitational Fundraiser, and in September I have one piece headed to the Miller Art Museum in Sturgeon Bay for ABSTRACT THOUGHTS, my piece is inspired by the barn and trees and offers escape from the nightly news, in colors and forms that simplify and play with the traditional landscape themes that dominate the DoorCounty.

SUMSUM Summertime

Summertime

Colleen Mccarty's Self Portrait with Chicken

Door Prize for Portraits 2017

I am in the midst of preparations for the 8th Annual Door Prize for Portraiture, which is being held back at the artspace, and will feature 28 artists working in all variety of media. Last year the show was at the Miller Art Museum,  in Sturgeon Bay,  and was twice as big. Wanting to keep the ball rolling, I decided to offer it again and have a number of new faces, but all are full time  door county residents. Shan Bryan-Hanson is the juror.

I entered the Hardy Wall to Wall Salon exhibit in Ephraim,
which went up over Memorial Day weekend, and was up two weeks, then juried, and again I was eliminated so threw a party for all those brave souls who entered and were also eliminated. It was sort of a dress rehearsal for the Portrait Prize show, we had some nice food, and the art looked good hung in a setting that was more conducive to presentation. On an up note, I have a buyer for my painting, many felt that it should have been included in the show. Frankly, after seeing all the entries I was not surprised I was not selected. The showing this year was strong, with 170 artists, and only 70 were juried in to the  final exhibition.

Its been quite a long gap between entries in this blog, partly because in January my dog Daisy  died, and shortly after that I developed some horrid symptoms, facial nerve pain and it never went away. I have since been on increased medication, an anti convulsive, which makes me tired, and slightly high at first. As I adjust to it I have facial nerve pain return, and then have to increase the dose. This has made my hands shake, and while the pain is gone,  in the last few days, I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, and the source of the problem has not, and an MRI in mid March revealed a meningioma, or tumor, which was coming out of the meninges which lines the brain, and its pressing on the trigeminal nerve, it is also quite close to the brain stem. I am now facing either radiation or surgery and at least another year of medication. It is a struggle to remain up beat. Painting has helped me get through the  sadness over loosing my dog and offers some distraction from the facial nerve pain.

Here is a shot of Daisy mae in the studio taken several years ago. She went with me most days and seemed pretty content to the point of falling asleep while I painted.

Enter Autumn

 Deep into October

Its been raining off and on all day, the leaves are falling with the rain drops, and the skies are a mass of gray. The colors of autumn never cease to bring one to pause and just stare. The other day i longed for a camera, it was brilliant light that stopped me in my tracks by the back door of the farm house, light shining on the red geraniums, the enamel water bins, and pumpkin, and the three remaining chickens in my diminishing flock who had chosen that very moment to squat and  wallow into the sunny warmth of the cement slab at the back door. It was a moment I spent etching it into my brain.



After  hosting a solo exhibit of work by artist Kristi Roenning over Labor Day weekend, and several weekends of house guests at the farm, I have moved  my easels back to their  spot and rolled out the paint cart, suddenly I realize I am out of canvas.  I managed to do two small studies,  in August, holly hocks that were begging to be painted,  inspired a larger piece as shown below.  I also pursued some printmaking activity in August, signing up for a workshop with artist Donna Brown in her printmaking studio just a few miles  down the road. One of the pleasures of living in Door County is the proximity to so many talented people.  the resulting mono prints included several versions of magpies and a moody tree study, as well as a formal abstraction  in multi colors. Play at its best. And since I am currently  short of canvas, I started to coat heavy smooth watercolor paper with gesso, and have  played around with waterbased oil on paper taped to masonite boards. It seems to work.

High Plateau Hollyhocks, September 2016 water based oil on canvas

18"x18" 

This piece made the cut recently in the Annual Juried Five County Exhibition at the Miller Art Museum, Sturgeon Bay Wisconsin.

This annual exhibition opens November 5 with a public reception  3:30-5pm.

portraits and salon de Refusé

Seventh Annual Door Prize for Portraiture
Miller Art Museum, Sturgeon Bay WI
June 4- July 25 2016

Some may have noticed, there are no portraits at Chez Cheryl Artspace this summer.  Instead, the Miller Art Museum has graciously hosted this exhibit which has doubled in size this year. Opening In early June with a public reception, the exhibit runs through July 25. I must admit great pride in seeing this exhibit grow and to such an exquisite level of talent and expression. The opening reception was wall to wall, food and drink ran out before the reception was over. My face hurt from smiling.

The following week I presented my talk  to the Miller Art Museum volunteers and general public, Speed Reading the Portrait;a brief history, which went well thanks to Michael Nitsch and Elizabeth Meissner Gigstead for their help with my images I requested for the talk.  I had spent most of the winter months reading and  compiling information to make my talk thorough yet not bogged down with too much linear thinking. My audience laughed when they should and I felt confident that no one fell asleep during my hour long  excursion through art history.

 I stopped back at the Miller the other day and attendance seemed to be very good that day, the count was at 56 and that was noon. More people in one Saturday than I would have had in a week at chez Cheryl.   Best in show award went to Craig Blietz for his self portrait, with two cats, honorable mentions included Sharon Delvoye, Shelby Keefe and Bonita Budysch. I felt strong pieces included a painting by Buttons Wolst, also a self portrait by Emmet John's, and last but not least, an incredible portrait of her granddaughter, by Jan Comstock.

Next year the show will go back to the farmhouse studio at chez Cheryl, and may introduce some new people, wih possible sabbaticals for a few others who have been regulars since its inception. It's fun to stir the pot now and then.

 I struggled to make a portrait this year, working on a tiny ampersand clay board, with gouache, over and over again, until I was sick of it.  Learning to handle gouache, and working in such a small  format, I found the combination of those elements too challenging but learned a bit of handling a media that tends to dry quickly.  At the 11th hour I went back to larger format, oil paint and a bigger brush and the self portrait Touch of Grey/ The Green Scarf evolved in a matter of two days. This painting evolved with the joy of the paint, and brush strokes were allowed to take over the  image for their own sake. It is all about the movement of paint, less about the actual likeness, yet I feel an image and expression  of some small degree of accuracy in this selfie.

TOUCH OF GREY/GREEN SCARF 2016
water based oil on canvas
at the Miller Art Museum in Sturgeon Bay WI

CAT WITH SPIDERWORT 2016
waterbed oil on canvas
Community Mosaic Project
Hardy Art Gallery, Ephraim WI

 MOSAIC PAINTING PROJECT
The fundraiser known as the Community Mosaic  event is happening at the Hardy gallery in a few weeks. I have submitted a piece again this year.  A still life with cat and spiderwort, with space divided into flat color fields, the piece is inspired by Japanese prints, with no visible light source, no shadows, just the articulated forms of the cat and the arcs of the spiderwort leaves to give it interest.









COLLECTION INVITATIONAL
HARDY GALLERY- July 22- August 2016

APPROACHING STORM 2016
water based oil on canvas
for the Collection Invitational Silent Auction
Hardy Art Gallery, Ephraim WI

I have donated a piece to the Hardy, for their annual silent auction. Two pieces go on exhibit, one for show and one for sale. I chose to submit  for sale, APPROACHING STORM in water based oil on canvas. It  is a good representation of the recent storms that moved through quickly  the last several nights. Inspired by the view from the farm house studio windows looking west toward the Peil creek valley and Door County Land Trust property on the McNeil Farm. The view has been painted by many but probably not as often or as intensely as i have studied it through seasonal changes, in snow and rain, in summer blossoming and autumn golds, the view is my muse.

SALON DE REFUSÉ or What Steve calls THE HARDLY, with no ill feelings or malice, we have decided to honor those rejected each year, or for the next year at least, by holding a pop up show for one day only, with a party, for artists who bravely enter the Hardy annual salon each year, and face rejection, because the show is so popular and  hugely supported with entrants each year, nearly 50% of the entrants do not get accepted into the final showing.

A memory

Song of the Lark by Jules Breton, Art Institute of Chicago

July 6, 2016

What inspires me?  What gets me back to the studio, or out in the field with a french easel?
I have thought about that a lot recently and have to say I  just marvel at the fields of hay and oats in my neighborhood, the  gentle green hills and the lake, the blend of pine and maple  timber and the shoreline that bless this strip of land in northeastern Wisconsin.
Lake Michigan is just a mile to the east of us.
Today,  I write from home with window views to Kangaroo Lake.  There are families of Canada geese and merganser, kingfisher and herring gulls, and in the winter, a lone otter runs past.
When I drive to my studio in the old farm house two miles away, I pass through Land Trust property, farm fields and old cemeteries.

The changing light, fickle in its forms of expression, continues to intrigue and bring moments of wonder and awe. On one side we have the vast waters of Lake Michigan, and on the other, the more contained but equally wondrous waters of Green Bay, not the city, the actual bay. This place has both the sunrise and the sunset covered, crowds gather on either side, while others seek solitary  hikes to places like Tofts Point, Anclam Park, or the waters end roads on the Green Bay side of the peninsula.

When I was a toddler, I  discovered the joys of a tulip, it is my first memory, standing outside our home on West Harrison street, there is my brother beside me, reaching to the blossom encouraging me to look into it. I  was enchanted from that moment, by light, by color, and by the miracles of the universe.

Sometime after that we moved to the country, to a farmhouse that provided a roof and four walls, and vast fields of corn, beans and pastures, unencumbered by visual distractions.  There was a large pasture, cotton wood trees falling over a creek provided a natural bridge to exploration. I was horse for most of those years, and lived in perpetual joy of  the outdoor life. Each day the sunset with  new glory, and at  night the stars would rotate around the barn, with frequent glimpses of throbbing northern lights. In the winter the house would sway and moan, as Mother stuffed rags in the front door that was never used during the cold season. The sky and the weather  which filled it became a crucial element of our daily lives from season to season.  This was necessity for farm life, but also became necessity for the artist's eye.  I entertained myself with activities out of doors. One summer, I discovered  the luminous quality of tiny  wet stones in our gravel driveway and would spend hours with the  garden hose, trickling tributaries of water into the gravel, creating my own universe of tiny blue butterflies which came to drink and taste the minerals of the wet gravel. Hundreds of them would land and linger there, I was deeply impressed.

Other activities there included painting the sidewalk with a bucket of water, which my Mother devised as a distraction. Treasure hunts around the yard and Hide The Thimble also seemed like fun at the time. Another memory came to me the other day. I had a little round plastic mirror when I was very young, the  flip side of the mirror was the painting I posted at the top of the page.
Song of the Lark by Jules Breton is a painting of a peasant girl out in the field, the sun is rising I would guess,  and she may be singing, or perhaps there is a bird in there somewhere and she has stopped in her labors to just listen.  I knew larks, and this little mirror was hardly the same as looking at the real thing but I spent a lot of time staring at this reproduction. Is she  weeding a field much like I did as a teenager, walking beans for my Dad and my Uncle?

To be overwhelmed on a daily basis by beauty,  That is what it is like to live where I live. I don't paint every day, I spend a lot of time thinking about it, and about why or what I should paint, but it all boils down to this,  singing, painting, writing, its all the same, its all about gratitude and honor, and most of all, praise.

I found a youtube item on this painting, Bill Murray attributes this painting to saving his life one bleak day in Chicago. The painting is hanging in the Chicago Art Institute. As an adult, I  have seen it hanging there,  but its the memory from my childhood, of that little plastic mirror that stays with me.

The mild and moderate days of December winter have given way to an early February blizzard. We have been  at home for several days, skipped the studio visit, skipped the swim at the Y, and kept busy watching the snow plows go by, the banks of stuff  building up with each new pass of the big trucks that keep our roads safe for the die hards who have to get to work.

I am working on  ideas for my gallery talk which I will give at the Miller Art Museum in June, on portraiture and the history of its evolution. This means I have a stack of  things on the dresser, books on Farum paintings in Egypt, a biography of Chuck Close,  another on Lucien Freud, a book on the self portrait throughout the ages, and another on the Society Portrait. There are also books on silhouettes and another on  portraits in the age of abstraction.  Each morning I sip a cup of tea in bed and read, making notes on  index cards, in hopes that after a few weeks of this activity, I will have a
concise yet  comprehensive grasp of history and style, as well as a few interesting   stories on artists
that I have long admired but had little knowledge of. Its a self directed art history course I am taking, and I am re thinking the way art history could have been taught, approaching it from a thematic rather than a linear chronological approach. For example, Albrecht Durer was probably the first artist to paint a landscape for the sake of the landscape, not as an afterthought in a narrative about peasants or Icarus falling from the skies.  Artemisia Gentilischi was invited to live at the court of the King of England, where she was employed as a court painter.   Could we have a book on nothing but court painters??? Or how about a  talk on the artists who were all thrown in jail or sought by police for things like murder, theft, corruption... Courbet was forced to flee his home country, he died of malaria, while in transit to seek asylum from a patron. His paintings were banned from exhibitions. He missed the ferry he needed to catch, and that is where he  became ill. I took a number of art history surveys in college, and in grad school
I audited  the Renaissance class one semester just to brush up, but working in museums like the Blanden where I  shared space with paintings by Miro, Chagall, Beckmann and many other early
twentieth century greats, I had plenty of hands on experience albeit a generalist approach.

August 7, 2015

What I did On My Summer Vacation

Chez Cheryl Artspace is back to normal, a quiet interlude of pastoral bliss, monarch's flutter  past the milkweed and  wild carrot, tall stalks of spent ditch lilies and grasses gone to seed, and wind blows through the pine and maple.  I  often see a family of turkey vultures preening on the ridge of the barn roof, Coopers Hawks in the meadow, indigo buntings in the apple trees and across the valley, a deer   emerges from a cool thicket to cross over a stone fence, venturing into the field of newly cut clover.  On the walls which a month ago featured portraits in a myriad of media and presentation, I now have my growing accumulation of paintings I have attempted over the past few years, a series of abstract impressions of winter, a few still life studies, and en plein air or the valley and environs I have just described above. 

We were pretty dry, and I prayed it would rain, refilling my rain barrel and the water bins at the back door, and last Sunday we got that rain, plus 60 mph winds which  wreaked havoc on many, with downed trees, no power for at least 12 hours, and  marble sized hail throughout the county.  The garden is nearly feral again, but yielding spaghetti squash, cucumber and zucchini, tomatoes of  all sizes, potatoes, broccoli, eggplant and basil and peppers. Earlier there was  a handful of radishes, and spinach, and sweet raspberries, just enough to pick and eat while standing in the garden.

All of this takes me away,  my focus in life seems to be less of the world out there, and more about the internalizing of this pastoral  setting. Painting as meditation, painting as movement, the path of a butterfly, the shadow of the turkey vulture, the sound of the  pine trees singing in the wind. Painting to make the palpable yet invisible  patterns more visible.

This is where I live. I live in a place where people stop to move a snapping turtle off the busy county highway, I live where when a storm hits and knocks out power, puts trees on car tops and roof lines, the grocery stores cook up burgers and  have water ready for people who are hungry. I live where  I know the guy in the emergency responder truck is also the same guy who tends bar, he is a neighbor and he is always on call.  I live where you can't go to the grocery store, library or post office without running into at least 2-3 artists or poets or musicians. And the post master brings garden surplus in to the lobby for the FREE box, if anyone needs a zucchini, or a lily bulb.

Door prize for Portraiture 2015

Chez Cheryl Artspace was open for those interested in seeing 26 of region's most creative and unique artists in this annual invitational exhibition that pays homage to the genre of portraits, in all forms. Guest Juror Grame Reid, Director of Collections and Exhibitions at the Museum of Wisconsin Art in West Bend Wi selected three honorable mentions and one Best in Show, and new this year was an award for the rookies,  or newbies of the group. Honorable Mention awards went to Rick Risch for his pensive portrait. TOMORROW,  Cynthia Wolfe, for her Mixed media assembled clay and wood visage  PORTRAIT IN SEPIA, with surface treatment of elaborate zen tangle drawing on clay; and Mark Zelten for his expressive  and classical capture of THE ARTIST'S FATHER, Best in Show went to Paula Swaydan Grebel for her double portrait THE PROM, which features her daughter and date for high school prom seated  in formal attire, barefoot, in an explosion of painterly pink chiffon.
The newbie award went to Colleen McCarty for NATURE GIRL, a self portrait in graphite, portraying the artist with feathers, leaves and tree limbs as body parts.

THE ARTIST'S FATHER

By Mark Zelten of Green Bay WI

Honorable Mention Award 2015

THE PROM

By Paula Swaydan Grebel of Plymouth WI

DOOR PRIZE BEST IN Show 2015

GUEST JUROR

Grame Reide of Museum of Wisconsin Art, West Bend, WI

Presenting awards and offering comments, with Cheryl Stidwell Parker to a crowd of over 100.- photo contributed by Suzanne Rose

NATURE GRl by Colleen McCarty, Sturgeon Bay, WI

Copperhead  by David Franke

Urban Portrait by Ken Klopack

Where have the weeks gone...

What Happens When You Wait

I have spent the last five months puzzled and frustrated  by my own lack of interest in the tubes of paint sitting  on my paint table. I started a portrait in January, and it sits on my easel still, unfinished but slowly evolving into a statement of some sort.  I also have paintings from  the 90's which have been getting cut into strips and wrapped around the thrift store horses I find on my fossicking about. The horses have been well received and sell in a gallery shop in Iowa.  And I hope to sell them again here in Door County,  but I am saving them for a fall garden art fair in Sturgeon Bay.
I went into a  regimen of physical therapy following knee replacement in September, and by the end of the year I was walking without a cane, and able to get outside daily through the winter, and at least one or two days a week I spent at the studio, wrapping horses, and struggling with the idea of painting a portrait of the daughter of a friend. It  still lures me in to paint now and then, but the countryside is loaded with lilac and the cherry and apple orchards peaked last week. The garden plot beckons and the county is begining to boil with the hubub of art openings, and galleries opening up for the season.
 I am able to do a nearly weekly drawing activity, figure studies which allow me to experiment with a variety of materials, but mostly I favor the vine charcoal and water color pencils, in two hour drawing sessions, I am thrilled when I get one or two good renderings a week.
Reading has also  been a focus, and when people ask what do we do for maintaining sanity through the winter here, I reply, "go to the library" or I shop online, and load my kindle or find a treasure trove of art biographies.  Alice Neel, Eric Fischl, Joan Mitchell,  William Merrit Chase,  A Wolf Called Romeo, and currently a bio on Fairfield Porter, have kept me company through out the season.  And there are the books, mostly novels, from my book club selections, in which I do not fully participate..
Lately I have focused on our Sixth annual Door Prize for Portraiture, inspired by the Archibald Prize of New South Wales Gallery of art, we have invited more artists each year to show protraits in the studio farm house... with a good juror attending the party, we announce winners, drink wine and artists meet each other. Each year there is a new batch, some returning, and others, newcomers, but all leave as friends and look forward to the next year.

Unfinished portrait

working title

The Hundredth Hihii bird

paint table still life

Memento Mori

started this painting in 2012, finished it after a year of incubating, 2015

Rag Nags, horses upcycled and wrapped with paintings from twenty years ago.

Selections From my Final exhibit of the Year

at the Fellowship Center, Unitarian Universalist's in Ephraim WI

October 2014

   Franne Dickinson standing in front of a few of my paintings, Bird Bath in Rainbow Flutter on the right, and Tree of Life on the left.

Me with Franne Dickinson   who dropped in to see the work and offer some encouragement.

Jan and  her husband, artist Emmett Johns with Steve Lavell

Artist Sally Everhardus and Steve Lavell. Sally and I have exhibited together twice this year, begining the season with the Door Community Charitable Foundation  exhibit in late May, and ending the season with this UU show in October. Steve was our entertainment for the afternoon, playing guitar.

And now for something completely different......

SHIELD PAINTINGS

 Animal Imagery and exercises in meditation

Incubator-2014

Lunar Landing- 2014

My painting activity has slowed somewhat, since my last  (August) blog posting I have undergone total knee replacement, which put me in the hospital for two days and nights, then  a conga line of physical therapy sessions ensued, meeting every other day for the next five weeks.  I slept a lot, I iced a lot and I read a lot. But I didn't paint, nor did I cook, or swim, activities that I usually pursue with great discipline. I  quickly graduated from the walker to a cane, and finally was able to manuever sans aide, walking the dog for about a half mile daily, and have returned to swimming that same distance at the pool in our local YMCA. I also returned to the studio sometime in late October, and even managed to debut the series of abstract work I spent almost the entire year on, at a two person show at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship Hall and Gallery space, once again showing with Sally Everhardus, as shown above.  

 I wonder where the people are who might find something that resonates within my paintings.  Maybe I have some  form of attention deficit syndrome,  I  now find myself coping with  the world news and urge to run away and hide, or go out and scream and rant... and painting seems as good a place as any to go and hide for hours at a time.

 The rabbit has been with me since my first art work that I can remember making, I drew and colored a rabbit, it was pink, and I glued a cotton ball to its bottom, and cut it out and carried it with me, in my pocket, when I was probably barely 4 years old. I clearly remember placing the rabbit in the glove box of our 1948 Buick, and when I went to retrieve it later, it had been crunched and tossed by someone, not realizing what it meant to me.  The rabbit is a harbinger of fertility, creativity and mischief in some cultures. The rabbit is journeying to the moon in a boat, to sweep the moon clean, in Japanese mythology, and as I look to the night sky, I think about that and wonder what kind of junk must be on the moon these days. We follow the rabbit down the hole, we get Easter eggs from the rabbit, we  carry it's foot, or used to when I was a kid, in hopes it brings good luck. So the rabbit was my first choice in my animals and myth series. My rabbit in Lunar Landing is busy at the edge of the dark side of the moon, cleaning it, or eating the darkness away, to reveal the lighter side, the side reflecting the sun.

Incubator focuses on the balance between destruction and creation. The turtle to me is a slow but determined creature, who  out of the mud and muck, creates a place that is nurturing and full of life. A friend suggested too, that the turtle lives between two worlds, of air, land and light, as well as darkness, water, muck and unseen worlds, both  hold on to life, both are necessary to create a whole, a balance. My turtle is placed as if on a banner, the animals become a form of heraldry.  

In the coming months, I hope to  launch into several more "Shield Paintings" which  explore the use of animal symbolism and convey my feelings and impressions of thoughtful contemplation andmeditative awareness.  

August 2014, Reflections on Summer

.... the Door Prize for Portraiture is now closed for the year. Artists arrived to pick up their work the last weekend in July and I have now transformed the space. These flowers were gracing the reception table and lasted through  the better part of Julybut they are gone now, and I feel the passing of another wonderful event.

We had just under 200 guests come through to view the portraits. There were several episodes of people locking keys in their cars,  and that provided those concerned, a chance to sit and savor the moment while awaiting arrival of a spare set of keys.  We had the Broad Salon group meet here, and also lots of friends and family of many of the subjects featured in the paintings. The comments this year continue to be encouraging and favorable. People I don't even know now want to be a part of this event. I change the list around every year, and plans for 2015 include expanding the list.

Meanwhile, I have  my own art work in three different spaces, all nonprofit art venues, the DCCF office lobby gallery in Sturgeon Bay, featuring work by me and Sally Everhardus, which will be up until Sept. 10. 

The Hardy features a Collection Invitational each summer, and I was invited this year. My work is hanging next to my esteemed friend and favorite, Emmett Johns. The  pieces featured include a small piece up for auction, a fundraiser for the Hardy. Also included is a duet of abstract work which showcases the direction I pursued last winter. 

This dyptich is titled Eccentric Orbit and is currently hanging in the Hardy Gallery in Ephraim WI.

Magpie and Bush 2014

is currently on exhibit and available in the silent auction fundraiser being held at the Hardy Gallery, Ephraim WI. through the month of August.

This painting relates directly to the pieces currently on display at  ON THE ROAD, the Miller Art Museum in Sturgeon Bay, which features work by 11 artists, and their work while traveling. I chose work from Australia 2005-2009.

Magpie Family 2005

I include an example of my work for that exhibit as well, although it is older work and may be a repeat from a posting on this blog a few years ago.

Parting shots today include a reminder to myself, summer is fleeting, and here art imitates nature....

Bird Shadow on Snow
this photo may inspire some future work next winter

Sticky Snow Cover

photo on top from early 2014 snow cover

and a study in water based oil of similar subject, 2014

Fifth Annual Door Prize for Portraiture Opens to a large and enthusiastic crowd.

 The Best in Show for Door Prize for Portraiture was chosen along with three honorable mentions, by guest juror Kat Murrell, an Art historian, lecturer and writer from Milwaukee, WI.  Twenty-four artists participated in the annual event which was inspired by a visit to the famed Archibald Prize exhibit years ago in Sydney Australia. Steve and I talked about the impression of a rooms full of exquisitely executed portraits, and wondered how it would play in Door Co on a smaller scale. We invited a handful the first year, and it has grown each year, with a few new names added, some old ones dropped off, and ultimately we have a collection of incredible interpretaions of the portrait genre.  This year Door Prize went to Mary Ulm Mayhew, who unfortunately could not be at the party when awards were passed out.She was busy painting en plein air at the plein air festival in Cedarburg WI. Mary is however a strong presence in Door county, with her work featured at Edgewood Orchard each summer, and she has taught countless workshops in the area. Her work will also be included in ON THE ROAD, Artists who Travel, at the Miller Art Museum the end of July. I am also in that show, and its fun to think back now on my first trip abroad. It was with Mary, for two week trek in Scotland, a week on an artist retreat on the Isle of Skye.  The painting that Mary submitted is Dos Amigas, a portrait of close buddies, Pam Flanders and Marcia Boyd, both of whom are also accomplished painters. I have also traveled with these two as well, and the experiences we shared one Labor Day week, in the water off the coast of Seattle, traveling around in a boat with Mary and Charlie  and another couple who owned the boat,  linger to this day as some of the best vacation time ever. But I digress, back to the Door PRize.

Honorable Mentions went to Toler Wolfe, who just got his BFA in art from UW MAdison, Toler was unable to attend the party but his parents were there to accept for him. Toler will be on his way in the fall to Chicago, to do stand up comedy. Stephanie Trenchard won for her glass piece, a self portrait in cast glass, painted on an amphora shape and embedded in a gothic arch of solid clear glass. It is stunning as she is... the third winner this year is Bonnie Paruch, another former West Bend friend who settled in Door Co about the same time I came here to work at the Fairfield Public Gallery, Bonnie established a studio and gallery space at her home over the last decade and is a strong presence in workshops, she teaches  throughout the region.  What a great show. Diverse, eclectic, yet all of it addressing the single  topic, the portrait.

Dos Amigas by Mary Ulm Mayhew

Door Prize for Portraiture 2014 Best in Show

FRAMING UP WINTER'S WORK

Here is a selection of  work representing  the direction I have pursued over the  2013-14 winter months. It was a very long winter and not the easiest one but I am not complaining about this.   I found  that living in this isolated region fosters  a spark that keeps the curious individual pursuing things that might not occur if I was in someplace like Florida. While I was inspired a great deal by the life change(sea change) in Australia over the last decade, the tree change, and seasonal weather conditions  of northern Great Lakes have a strong impact. There is also a SEE CHANGE going on with me, as my vision is transforming itself from day to day, with floaters coming and going, retinal challenges, corneal dryness, aging, all the things you never think will happen to you, cause you to seek your grace in new ways. I still love and enjoy painting en plein air and I had set up still life tableau during 2012-13, which led me into a stiff and static mentality. The choice to  pursue an object free narrative was challenging and the pathway to new realizations is littered with self doubt and at times disgust,  but ultimately, I like what I am doing while I am doing it, and I just move on.

RED LEAF   

water based oil and graphite on canvas ,Two panels(detail)

CORNUCOPIA 

water based oil and oil stick on canvas

ARBOR VITA

 waterbased oil on canvas

PREDATOR

unfinished homage to Robert Rauschenberg

water based oil with found object and collage

Bush Fire

waterbased oil on canvas

SUDDEN GUST NOVEMBER

water based oil on canvas

RED FLOATER

water based oil on canvas

SPRING  SNOW 

water based oil on panel

UNTITLED STUDY

water based oil on panel

UNTITLED STUDY

water based oil on canvas

BEFORE MY EYES

water based oil on panel

TUMBLER

water based oil on panel