Thursday, February 17, 2011

The Professor's Studio is Gone

Artist's House 11-2004 18x24 acrylic
The Professor relates, "I bought this house in 1977. I transformed it into living and studio space. I loved it and never thought to leave.  We  moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico in 2007 and rented the house and put it up for sale. I stayed on teaching in Tomball TX and rented a room. Commuting. After 4 years and a divorce, the house has been sold or it is going through the selling process...all the papers have been signed and I will hopefully close on March 15th. This marks an ending...and a new beginning. Here are paintings  of the house over the years.

Artist's Backyard 12x16 12-2000 acrylic
Artist's Backyard with Dogs and Train 16x12 01-2001 acrylic
Artist's Backyard from the Deck 16x20 04-2001 acrylic

That's Princess my dead. I built the 2 story deck and opened the back with sliding doors. The studio was upstairs. Deck is still there. The people buying intend to fix it up and live there. That's great. I always thought it would be torn down by developers. I am sad to see the house go. All life is about saying good by and hello to something new. I am now looking for a new studio near Mary Margaret."

Monday, February 7, 2011

never redo an old painting

Odysseus on the Island of Circe 1978
The Professor discovered this picture rolled up and thought it should be improved. Do not ask WHY?
He has moments of maddness. It is or was a primal scream painting. He laid it out and worked on it, totally changing and remaking it. He rolled it up and is letting it rest and will go back at it later, but it is not the same. DO NOT REWORK WHAT WAS.

in memoriam: Dick Wray

What Would Dick Do?
What DID Dick Do?

Mr. Crow is gone amidst a tumult of Thunder and Lighting.

I have lost he who was so important to my work; indeed I have lost 4 artists this year who were my peers.
Dick Wray was and is a persona not to be ignored.   I have to chase him out of my studio every day. If he is there, I know it.

I saw a show of his shortly after I arrived in Houston as a young man. Dick and I are only 5 years apart, but Dick appeared older, regal, and totally self-assured. I approached him and said “Mr. Wray I like your work, it has balls.”  He ignored me.
Then,  a few years later he told me he liked my work because it was filled with ideas, but was totally unfocused. He was right. His work bounced all over, yet remained focused on the object, the picture as an expression of a joyful and hedonistic life.

Dick and Beth came to my most recent show. That was a total surprise because Dick seldom appeared at anyone’s show.  Later, we exchanged paintings. I got the better deal.

People judge us by their first impression. It rarely changes. Once Dick was set in your mind, he was always that Dick.

Quote” I’d rather a Dick Wray in my house than Dick Wray”. Unquote

You had to get over that Dick and enjoy and participate in what was there…the Dionysian, the demonic, and the hedonistic freedom.
He was Houston’s Jackson Pollack…. Pissing in the fireplace…. figuratively not literally…. at least I had never heard of such an occurrence…but I would not put that out of the question.
Mention him and you get a definite response….nothing marginal.

Women Loved him, many hated Him.
On men he was even harder, particularly  if you called yourself an artist.

He and his work were one; challenging, purposely politically incorrect.
You had to enter into the fray…….love the discourse……and above all Laugh.

He was a great Sexist. He loved to embarrass people of both sexes. A Friend, an ex-student came to town and asked to meet Dick Wray. She is very attractive. I said “I will take you. You should not go alone.”
Sure enough there were naked lady pictures all over and he gave one of his best performances…He was the Great Dick. She totally enjoyed herself and said I was right…Not by Herself…
Not that Dick would have done anything inappropriate….he just presumed it.

If you had personal issues he would find them and play on them, see where he could take them, just as in his pictures. It was all part of the great dance; forever young,
always maturing…
and then, the Crow in Winter.

Dick often said, “ that painting is an old man’s game.”
I agree.
Dick was always Dick from his first pictures…
he just got better at being DICK.

Never do Art and finance mix. Just visit the galleries and see that evidenced.
Dick made pictures for himself and Knew that they were good and if you wanted to buy one that was good, and if you did not that was ok. He did not make product. His last great show sold nothing.

As he lay dying, his home was filled with friends. Never have I seen a death so well attended and photographed….. I hope never to see those photographs on the Internet;
But, I treasure one where he is sitting up in bed holding my hands very tightly
in his huge warm grip…
staring at me….
telling me without words to carry the torch,
not to forget.
I will do that.
I hope you will too.