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PDQ,Susan MacMillan,2003

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

FOLLOW THE MONEY

I always enjoy, when each October I see the "ARTrails" flyers posted around town. It reminds me and everyone else that there are flourishing artists in our midst.
Sadly, this past October the umbrella organization for ARTrails, the Sonoma County Arts Council went kaput due to lack of funding.

Also last fall, the largest price ever paid for a work of a living American artist was paid, $58.4 million, for a piece called Balloon Dog (Orange), by artist Jeff Koons.
 
In 2012 a version of Edvard Munch's The Scream sold for $120 million in Europe.
 
A painting by American artist Norman Rockwell, whom I practically apologized for in my Thanksgiving week blog, had his painting Saying Grace sell for $46 million just a few weeks later.

My thoughts here are about the great disconnect between the people and/or organizations who pay these monumental sums of money for artworks, some works not very many years old, and the vast number of American artists currently producing interesting, quality works. President Reagan's trickle down economic theory doesn't work in the art world either.
 
I know that the reasons for the dissolution of the Sonoma County Arts Council/ARTtrails are probably not simple. I also know that Sonoma County harbors many wealthy companies and individuals who could be patrons of the local arts. In my idealistic world I would see these businesses/individuals supporting the arts at the local level, rather than spending their funds as big profit art investors. For the love of a rich local culture, rather than for the profit. In an ideal world.
 
I hope ARTrails is revived somehow. The citizens of Sonoma County would surely benefit from that. Here's a sample of why that is true, examples of some ARTrails participants.

Cumulus, No. 1: Come with Thunder, by Brooks Anderson
 
Sycamore Leaf Carved Vessel, by Ralph Ramirez
 
Gower Gulch, by Henry White
 
The Sun, by Deborah Garber

 
Bridge Over Salmon Creek, by Charles Beck

The Collector, by Brennie Brackett

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

LET THERE BE LIGHT - 2014

With the turning of a calendar page, our minds gather fresh hope for the continuing stream of our lives.
Sunlight angling down upon the California landscape adds a wonderful dimension to the already bountiful compositions to be found here, reminding us of how lucky we all are to be living in the midst of this fascinating west coast.

Pleasure Point Santa Barbara by John Comer

Sunshine and Sandstone by Robin Hall
 

Poolside Lafayette Hotel San Diego by RD Riccoboni
 
Mount Diablo Morning by Robin Purcell
 
California Palm Trees, Ocean by Tom Brown
 
Afternoon Shadows by Kathy O'Leary
 
Santa Barbara Cliffs by Matt Smith
 
May 2014 be a good journey for us all.


Saturday, December 21, 2013

LIFE ABIDES

Wintertime, even in California, can stress the endurance level of the psyche. We North Americans and Europeans though, have established methods of sidetracking our winter blues by taking some of our gains made during the year and sharing with both our loved ones and with others less fortunate. Whether it is in the name of a religion, or just for the sake of it, it works.


It can be a leafless sycamore tree waiting for spring to arrive,
an evergreen tree carrying a burden of snow,

or seeds buried in the cold ground, waiting for the signal of warmth,
life in a multitude of forms will always continue.




This blog dedicated to Elaine Davis

Thursday, December 12, 2013

BEYOND OUR BORDERS

    In this past week, many thoughts about Nelson Mandela: who he was, where he came from, what he stood for, what he did, how many loved him.
portrait by Paul Blomkamp

    It made me realize how Eurocentric/Americentric my thoughts about art are. So I took a little look at some of the art coming out of South Africa. Not surprisingly, I found plenty of vibrant images. Enjoy.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

I'M IN LOVE

    Yes, I've fallen in love, with a 77 year old man: muralist Richard Haas. Sadly, he is already married, but I can still admire him from afar. How his existence escaped me all these years until recently is a mystery.
    I would call Richard Haas the American muralist king of Trompe l'oeil (fool the eye). His works, which are mostly found across America, not only enhance a city, they contribute to its preservation. Haas is an academic, which I don't hold against him, but his works are for everyday people. Wisconsin born, he was influenced very early on by that state's architectural superstar, Frank Lloyd Wright.
    The largest concentration of Haas' work is in the Illinois town of Homewood, which commissioned him to do a series of murals around town. Eventually, this forward thinking town became the living gallery to twelve of his murals. The simplicity of some of these works gives little indication of the grandeur to come from this artist.

    In 1975, when New York City's Soho district was not the trendy place it is now, Haas added a wall of windows to a building on Prince Street.
 
    Chicago became the lucky recipient of Haas' work in 1980 at the LaSalle Towers. Potential renters at the building often asked for apartments with the bay windows, which were actually only an illusion.
    You can guess where this work called "Cincinnatus" is.
    The Edison Bros. building in St. Louis became the recipient of this beautiful makeover.

    The Oregon History Center was bathed in historic symbols with these works by Haas in 1989.
    This representation of the famous Native American, Blackhawk, was done in 1992 in Chicago.
    A new "view" of the Fontainebleau Hotel in Miami appeared in 1985.
    The Brooklyn Bridge peeked out anew on the Con Edison building in New York in 1981.
    The Chisholm Trail cattle drive lives again in Ft. Worth Texas.
    The Boston School of Architecture appropriately asked for Haas's work to grace their building.
    On Pittsburg, PA's Byham Theater can be found an ode to steelmaking.
    The Bank One major league baseball park in Phoenix, AZ was transformed in 1998.
What a wonderful legacy of art this man has given our cities.