Back in the studio

On my return trip from Ohio, I had planned on taking a side trip up into Michigan and visiting the Petter Gallery in Douglas/Saugatuck, along the shore of Lake Michigan. It is a tourist area. I decided, however, to continue traveling on the Indiana Turnpike. While I like to visit most of my galleries at least once a year, I decided that I needed to get back to Wisconsin and could ship my work to the Petter Gallery instead. I was home before midnight.

The trip to Ohio was successful. Denis Conley took great care of me in Akron. I arrived Thursday evening and delivered three new etchings to him. We went to Rousseau's a restaurant on the outskirts of Akron. On Thursday morning, I drove to Youngstown and picked up the work from my exhibit. I spent a few hours going through the museum. It was relaxed and wonderful. The day was beautiful too. I look at the beauty created by other's hands, but I also look for information for myself. Etchings that I have in progress (there are about 25 of them) sometimes feel at an impass. Looking at other works, not always having any subject similarity whatsoever, can make the answers seem obvious. I left the museum feeling enriched and eager to dive back into things in Blue Mounds.

I transported the framed work to Mount Union College in Alliance, Ohio. They will have a show of my work at the Crandall Gallery in November and December. I will return to Ohio in December for a closing reception and to deliver a gallery talk on December 10th. I returned to Akron, having my afternoon coffee and taking notes on what had transpired that day. In my journal, I recreated (with words) the galleries in the Butler. They will be referred to and the works will be remembered and the inspirations will return. Denis closed his gallery, we hit the wine bar across the street, and finished the day eating Larry burgers at Larry's, an eatery next to the gallery.

Friday was the Cain Park Arts Festival. I arrived at the festival in the morning, setting up my booth. The show began at 3pm and the crowds came. The people of Cleveland were intelligent and receptive to my work. Sales, however, were sparse, an obvious result of our lackluster economy.

Saturday brought heavy rains until early afternoon. The public simply did not show up on Saturday. Sunday was gorgeous. The crowds came, but still the sales were infrequent. I was fortunate. At the awards brunch before the show began, I was awarded first prize. A check for $750 accompanied the ribbon. I am grateful to the judges and for the award. With few sales, there were quite a few long faces among the artists.

I met people at the show. Mystery writer, Richard Montanari, purchased an etching on Friday and introduced himself to me. Being a fan of film noir, I have read Hammett, Chandler, and among contemporary authors, Lehane and Ellroy. Soon I will have read Montanari's "Badlands". Can't wait. I will visit Booked for Murder, a mystery bookstore in Madison tomorrow. Past collectors came as well as Kate Martinson who teaches art at my alma matter, Luther College. Kate was accompanied by her daughter, Robin, who lives in Cleveland. Margo Miller, from Mount Union College stopped by with her mom. Linnea Nereim came by and told me that I had to visit Squaw Rock and the South Chagrin Reservation. She plays bass clarinet for the Cleveland Symphony. We talked about music and performing it. I am fascinated by the concept of creating art that takes place in time. If I am working on an etching, I can stop any time and resume later. I try to imagine what it would be like to play in something as large and potentially powerful as a symphony. It is difficult to grasp, but I could feel my pulse quicken as I listened to her tell me about things like playing the solo in the last movement of Shostokovich's seventh, and creating her performance based on her own conception as well as that of the conductor. Packing up my booth at the end of the day, I returned to Akron and a wonderful dinner prepared by Denis at his home.

I departed on Monday morning, visiting the Conley Gallery one additional time and leaving a few more works with Denis. I went to Squaw Rock. Linnea was right. It was beautiful. It was like walking around in a Bierstadt painting. I did not have more than a couple of hours, but I made four sketches. Sketches are better than photos. They plant a time and a place in your mind. Try it. I will remember that visit forever. I needed to be in Toledo later that afternoon. The American Gallery is in Sylvania. I delivered my new work. Toni, the owner, came to see what I was delivering. We had a good visit and I left my newest and best work. It was late afternoon when I departed from Toledo. It was at least another 300 miles back to my home. I took a different route through Chicago at dusk. I am curious about things and enjoy having a tourist's point of view.

This is long. Please let me know if it is too much so. Talk to you later!

Ohio trip

I will be traveling to Ohio tomorrow, picking up my artwork on Thursday at the Butler Institute in Youngstown. I will be delivering the work from that exhibit to Mount Union College in Alliance, Ohio where there will be an exhibit of my etchings in November and December. Returning to Alliance in December, there will be a closing reception and lecture on December 10th.

This weekend, I will be participating in the Cain Park Arts Festival in Cleveland. It is a unique outdoor show and one of the few that I am still pariticpating in. Denis Conley of Akron will provide me, once again, with a place to lay my head at night. There will also be other gallery visits during this trip, which will last about one week. Today, I will complete the framing and presentation of work, load my van, and tomorrow, I depart with the first stop being Graphic Chemical and Ink in Chicago. They provide me with many of the printmaking supplies and tools that I use. I have been their customer since the 1970s. They know me and I them. A few of my etchings are on the walls of their main room. The day's travels will end in Akron, Ohio tomorrow evening.

I ride my bicycle to my studio almost every day. There is a bicycle trail between Mount Horeb where I live and Blue Mounds. It is about six miles each way and is a wonderful way to start the day. I am greeted by robins and gold finches that dodge and weave ahead of me in the tunnel of the trail. Cardinals and Thrushes have no time for that nonsense and choose to make hasty exits to the surrounding forest. Rabbits and ground squirrels dart in front of me (I have never hit one) and an occasional deer appears in front of me as well(I have not hit one of them either).

The trail is an old train road bed. As I ride, I can envision the locomotive and freight cars making their way through this same tunnel in the past. I have seen the rails from this perspective on a couple of occasions. I remember being a teenager traveling through North Dakota and the rusty old van breaking down. Having nowhere to stay and no vehicle and heading west, I ended up staying (voluntarily) in a jail cell in Jamestown. The next day found me, after several hours of very bad luck attempting to hitch hike making my way to the freight yard. I remembered someone telling me that it was possible to catch a ride in box cars. The yard was huge. Avoiding the yard bulls (police), I inquired as to which track would take me to Seattle (a stepping stone to Alaska where I was headed). I found an empty box car with the door open and hopped on. The view was glorious. The trip was magical. It is not the recommended way for young men from Hibbing, Minnesota (or from anywhwere) to travel, but it worked, and my youthful spirit of adventure lead me to travel in this way.

Riding my bicycle to the studio, on this trail, reminds me frequently of this small, but exciting chapter in my youth.

Spring Art Tour

It is the start of the 2009 Mount Horeb Spring Art Tour. It will be held today, June 12th through Sunday, the 14th. Last year was my first year as a participant. In 2008 the road between Mount Horeb and Blue Mounds was under construction. It needed it. There was also the rain. It was torrential and kept coming throughout the weekend. In spite of this, people showed up at my studio door. There were not a lot of people, but everyone who appeared, was here for a reason. They were a great and receptive audience.

This year the tour coincides with the dates of the Old Town Art Fair in Chicago. Old Town is one of the grand daddies of art fairs in the US going back to 1951 (the year of my birth). Old Town is a quaint neighborhood located just north of the Chicago loop. I began particpating in this art fair in 1981. I was still a kid looking for a means to make a living with my art. Throughout the years, Old Town has been a mainstay for me. It is an event that had its own personality before there was a recipe for art fairs. The ingredients were their own and they invented them. For this reason, it was and continues to be valued by me. It was a tough decision to make, but after close to thirty years in my shady booth on Lincoln Park West in Chicago, I opted to drop out of the Old Town Art Fair and stay close to home, participating in the area art tour.

My first visitor today was my good friend, Charlie Baker. He came with his son, David, driving over from Mineral Point. We had a great visit. Several additional people have come since the event began 2.5 hours ago. Some were on a mission to visit all of the participating artists' studios. Others simply saw the signs, followed the arrows and stopped in. Each artist was provided with ten signs. While Pat, my wife, was baking cookies for me last evening, I mapped out the strategic spots to place my signs. At 7AM this morning, I was staking the signs into the earth. After that, I worked on location on an etching plate that I have been working on. Then I went for a bike ride riding to Barneveld, a neighboring town, with one side trip that took me accross 18/151's four lanes, but into new territory. As I ride, I compose, doing quick mental sketches of the places that I see. I was motivated. I like the pace of a bicycle. I also like knowing the fact that I need to remember what I am seeing...the unbelievably long row of trees along the edge of a field, the starkness of their profiled shapes. The shadows thrown down the hill from the forest higher up. Knowing that I needed to return for the start of the art tour, I curtailed my adventure and rode back to Blue Mounds via the Military Ridge Trail. Good. There was still time for me to mow my tiny opera house lawn. I also went to the nearby grocery. I had sugar, but I needed cream for the coffee pot I had put on and also needed to distribute fliers to a few of my neighbors who I hoped would drop in. If you want to visit the tour electronically, go to www.springarttour.com

I am upstairs at my desk writing this. I hear my door opening downstairs. I hear voices. I need to go and see who it is.

The University League

Today, a group visited my studio to participate in a printmaking workshop. Jean-Pierre Golay had visited my studio several years ago when I was located in neighboring Mount Horeb. In 1999 I had hosted a get together for the Madison Print Club, and Jean-Pierre had attended. We began communicating about a year ago when, after visiting my studio during the spring art tour, Jean-Pierre suggested that I invite the league over for a workshop. It took place today. I spent yesterday cleaning my studio (it needed it) and preparing for the group. This morning ten people appeared at the studio door, and we dove into creating etchings together. I demonstrated the basics of line etching and described the process to them. They worked, drawing their compositions onto copper plates. The plates were small and were completed by noon. During their lunch break, I etched the plates in the acid bath. The afternoon found everyone eagerly inking, wiping and printing their plates. I showed them how to do chine colle. We used sheets of dyed Japanese paper. It was fun to watch the excitement on their faces as they pulled their etchings through the press. Other than me working intently every day in the studio, the place can be pretty quiet. That was not the case today. The university league was a delightful group to host. They took photos. I hope the shots capture the energy of the day.

They departed with their prints by mid afternoon. I took a break to assess the remainder of the day. The plate that I had drawn on at Phelps Park in Decorah needed attention. I had drawn a drypoint with an etching needle over my sharpie lines (see previous blog entry). I had printed this drypoint image. Using these outlines, I began laying in values with charcoal, pushing the charcoal around on the surface of the printing paper. I erased frequently. The printed drypoint lines were a rough guide for my development of the composition. I made only a few adjustments to my printed drypoint composition. Looking at the charcoal drawing that I have now completed, I need to decide how to approach the etching. Will it be done in line? Several stages of sugar lift followed by drypoint? Will it be entirely drypoint? Will there be soft ground used? It could be a combination of all of the above. The melody (drawing) has been put into place. Now, I need to decide which members of the band will be participating and playing the parts. I will put it away for a while, and when returning to it, I will reassess. This is how I typically approach my work. There will be additional trips to Decorah, Iowa to look at the place and to work, on location, on the copper plate. I feel confident that this will be the best composition that I have made from this location. It is a place that was the subject of one of my first etchings as a young art student at Luther College back in the early 1970s. I will study my new drawing (which was done from a new vantage point) over the next few weeks. I will, at times, detach myself from it so that I can look at it critically and analytically, and hopefully make the wise choices. The purpose of detaching myself is necessary. I mention analysis and critical thinking. This is important, but equally important is the need for spontanaeity and freedom in the execution of the work itself. I have learned, over the years, how I can make my best work.

Bluff Country Artists Gallery Spring Art Tour and...

On Saturday, April 25th, I drove to Spring Grove, Minnesota. The Bluff Country Artists Gallery is there. As you know from an earlier entry (February 20, 2009), I am new to the gallery. It was the spring art tour weekend in southeast Minnesota, and the gallery was part of the tour. They had invited me to be there on Saturday to meet people who would be visiting the gallery. I was uncertain as to what the outcome might be (Spring Grove is quite a small community), but it ended up being great. What a wonderful turnout of interested people, a number of whom had come down from the twin cities. I guess the point of all of this is that sometimes things happen in the least likely places. I work hard to become established in larger metropolitan areas such as Washington DC and Chicago, but the true excitement can be right in one's own back yard.

On the way to the gallery in the morning, I stopped in Lansing, Iowa which is a small town, relatively untouched by tourism and located on the Mississippi River. I had coffee with an artist friend from Cedar Rapids who has a place there. Fred Easker and I had communicated previously by email and this get together was a chance to become better acquainted. After the art tour and the time in Spring Grove, I drove the several miles to Decorah, Iowa where I delivered an etching to Agora Arts, which is a gallery that has represented me for a number of years. If you have read my February 20th blog entry, you will know about my previous trip to Decorah. The Phelps Park drawing that I had drawn onto the plate in the cold of February was compositionally not sitting well with me. I had come to accept the fact that it was necessary to redraw the composition onto the copper plate. As I pulled into the park, I could hear thunder in the distance. Being near the end of the day, it was also getting dark out. I knew that I had to make the most of my time there. I was able to get the new drawing onto the plate, once again drawing directly onto the copper using a sharpie. In a half hour, large drops of rain began to fall. The water prevented my marker from working on the metal. The time spent since February deliberating over the composition was well worth it, however. The results this time were better. I darted through the pouring rain back to my van. I drove the 2.5 hours back to Wisconsin, tired but invigorated by the day of meeting people and hard work. I do my best to make sure that my artist's life is never dull.