tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58165473190707766442024-03-05T22:21:36.100-05:00Robin Kent ArtFolk art or fine art, any image is a combination of shapes. They give structure to my assemblage, sculptural and painterly works. I watch and listen as they converse with each other through volume, position, color, and form. Those are my guides for creating cohesive art.
Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-79799794123155902422013-09-07T10:28:00.002-04:002013-09-07T10:37:36.850-04:00Footloose Art I've been moving at a slower pace. Finding time to refuel while continuing to create without adding stress. A change in attitude. Recent pieces are fewer. And looser. Still I must be happy with the results.<br />
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I guess when you keep at it, you're bound to notice changes as you go. Sometimes I think growth is not a conscious, deliberate act. More like one foot in front of the other. If I already knew where I was going, I would have been there sooner!<br />
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Glad to find my new footing with this piece. I've had these shoe stretchers for a while and was wondering when the right piece would come along.<br />
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I must have been waiting for my 'Magic Man.' He was a compilation of many saved pieces. And they came with their own colors. I didn't paint anything but his hands and face. And even his face had his eye positioned from a suggestion where a previous screw was located. He's big too. Check the yard stick in his skirt.<br />
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It was almost automatic. I let him take the lead.<br />
And tried not to step on his toes.<br />
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<i>The header above titled 'Treats' recently sold at <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.stowecraft.com/">Stowe Craft Gallery</a> </span></b>, the new gallery carrying my work. Happy they went to a good home.</i>Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-54709243926211048002013-08-17T11:00:00.000-04:002013-08-17T11:03:42.746-04:00A Fine FitI'm the newbie on the wall at the <span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><a href="http://www.stowecraft.com/">Stowe Craft Gallery</a></b></span> - an established <i>craft</i> gallery in the heart of Stowe, Vermont. Stowe is a ski town, home of <i>The Sound of Music</i> von Trapp family, and a town of many cultural offerings. I remember visiting thinking 'this gallery would be a great fit for my work', then had a call from them wanting to discuss just that. Here's the piece that piqued their interest and is offered in the gallery:<br />
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Glad they are a gallery with a focus on fine craft. Like the <b><a href="http://shelburnemuseum.org/">Shelburne Museum</a>,</b> this form of art deserves to been seen with like-minded pieces. The energy plays off each other.<br />
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A craft artist leaves hints of the creative process behind in their work. Look closely to see how a problem is solved, turning their medium
into a cohesive piece. I can feel their steps though it may be months past its creation day.<br />
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The difference between craft and art is muddled, but to me that extra dimension is what craft offers: the tactile/visual sense of a hands-on effort.<br />
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Even wall assemblages fit this trait.Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-28578672638983360952013-07-27T10:06:00.001-04:002013-07-27T10:06:46.565-04:00Is this a sign?....or an art piece?<br />
A new illustrious shop has opened in downtown this summer. One of our prominent interior and architectural designers decided to go public with a shop full of wonderful touches that make a house a home. Actually the name of her shop is <span style="color: red;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Home-Shop/154158154741712">The Home Shop</a></span>.<br />
I was happy given the assignment of making her sign. She had an image of her daughter in mind and it was easy to translate into reality. <br />
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This photo shows the finished sign, propped inside against the glass, waiting to be hung outside. <br />
<i><i>courtesy of Nancy Leary, proprietor. </i></i><br />
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Below are some photos I took of the process:<br />
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<i>(left)</i> This became my guide for the finished piece. It has notes as to the size (big!) permitted as well as suggested hanging spots. </div>
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Although I think in 3D assemblage, this showed the overall look of the finished piece.</div>
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<i>(middle) </i>I marked off the size limitation so I wouldn't make
it bigger than desired (I know how things can get away from you), and
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<i>(bottom)</i> I make a pattern of the pieces to be in relief (face, hands, leg, house, sash), cut two of each (it's a 2 sided sign, hung perpendicular to the front of the building), painted each element using my usual house paint palette and glued them in place following the chalk outlines.</div>
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And viola! Another of my signs hit the street in downtown Brandon. Now a rest then back to creating art for inside homes.</div>
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Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-50347122734347839832013-07-01T20:31:00.000-04:002013-07-01T20:31:05.634-04:00A Breath of Fresh AirI sold my two fine art acrylic on canvas paintings and the gallery wanted replacements. <br />
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So I went 'shopping' in my wood shed for the right size 'canvas.' The shed decor is very eclectic. Many forms to choose from. Haven't figured what the ironing board (below) will be used for yet since I'm unfamiliar with its original purpose. </div>
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I found the perfect size in the form of a garden gate that had been trimmed at the top to accommodate some special space in a previous life. Tall and narrow. And it wanted to be outside again. That was the inspiration for the subject. Many times I listen for hints of what the reclaimed have to say.<br />
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Sticks were used for the overhanging tree,<br />
wooden balls for fruit,<br />
scrap wood leaves and robin,<br />
two shingles make the table,<br />
spindle splinters for chair and table legs,<br />
plywood for dishes and napkins,<br />
the key hole is original;<br />
the rest is house paint.<br />
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A summer vacation would add the final touch.<br />
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A new era.<br />
I've learned so much recently. And not about fine art. Becoming a mechanic - an artist in tool appreciation - could be a future profession, if there was one.<br />
When the band saw replacement parts arrived, I disassembled the saw, removed the worn pieces, bolted in new ones, stretched new tires on the wheels, found a new way to replace a 'metal self tapping screw' that no longer sufficed. The manufacture's tech support was very helpful with hints and tricks for assembly and complimented me on my own creative answers.<br />
Never knew I would appreciate an exploded diagram.<br />
Hearing a woman's voice asking technical questions may be more commonplace for them, too.<br />
It's like a new machine. Runs like a purring kitten. Guess I really am an assemblage artist. <br />
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Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-74850219478599946522013-06-15T09:56:00.002-04:002013-06-15T10:23:26.853-04:00When One Door Closes......another one opens.<br />
Sooner or later.<br />
Just make sure to grab the knob.<br />
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I'm always surprised when I look back on moments and only now find the message and notice the convergence in its timing.<br />
Generally patient, sometimes the answers to my wishes come slow. When put in context, I appreciate its karmic pace.<br />
It's now my busy season, and my number one art tool is unavailable.<br />
My bandsaw, a sturdy, trusted and loyal friend, has had a breakdown. Trying my hand at major surgery I found the problem, and sent away for replacement parts. But shipping is 7-10 business days. And not my kind of business days.<br />
This week long reprieve has become a guilt-free gift from creating wall assemblage or sculpture. Clear the shop, make some room. And paint on canvas, maybe, too.<br />
My bandsaw is giving me a summer vacation. What a nice boss.Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-82939691705313577792013-06-09T10:35:00.001-04:002013-06-11T07:35:55.280-04:00Swinging In The Rain<i>(Continuing the story from last post:)</i><br />
After thinking of (and attempting) many options of how to keep "The Chef' sign standing against the wind and rain, I decided on the most clever idea yet:<br />
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I noticed a small one used at the Town Offices, and then saw them everywhere. But do they come in a size and strength big enough for my 5 foot tall Chef? After calling Florida and Minnesota, I found a shop nearby.<br />
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I bolted front and back signs together with a horizontal post between them for the pivot. After slipping the sign over the crossbar, I nudged it a bit. It swung smoothly, like a well oiled machine! <br />
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Problem solved. Strong and neat. Happy artist. I couldn't wait to bring him back on the street in front of the<span style="color: red;"> <a href="http://cafeprovencevt.com/">Cafe Provence</a></span>...<br />
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One hitch: the sidewalk isn't level. It pitches sideways to the curb and runs backwards down the street. The Chef was banging into the support on the bottom, not happy with the tilt.<br />
After some fine tuning, (a full dimension 2x4 wired to the frame on the curb side), he's swinging again.<br />
I will check on him now and again to make sure he stays 'straightened up and fly right'. <br />
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<i>Cafe Provence was selected for the 2013 Editor's Choice Award (Best Food and Dining) in Yankee Magazine. </i>Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-32679229830089965992013-05-27T11:14:00.000-04:002013-05-27T11:14:14.404-04:00Mean Streets for this Outsider ArtSometimes I get into a subject or theme, either willingly or not, and can't let go. Now it's street art. After finishing the rain barrel for the 'Connecting the Drops' street project (see previous posts), I'm revisiting my Chef sign for Cafe Provence here in Brandon.<br />
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With new town ordinances, the old piece I made to set inside the top of their existing sandwich board put him over the size limit.<br />
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The object of the new sign is to keep visibility. Parked cars along the street were acting like a crowd blocking the view at a concert. (Or a woman in a large hat at a poetry reading.)<br />
So some width had to go to gain height and keep within regulations.<br />
Everything went perfectly until, out on the street, he met the enemy: The Wind. He was overwhelmed. So now he's back in the shop and we're putting our three heads together to find the solution making him weather friendly. Curb side 'outsider' art isn't always as spontaneous as it may seem. <br />
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Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-7567064586195366892013-05-11T09:28:00.000-04:002013-05-11T09:30:56.070-04:00Come and GoI can cross another big assignment off my list. The rain barrel mermaid has left and is ready for a bigger pond. Here she is, in the city far from home, with some fellow barrels ready for their newspaper interview. <br />
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Every time I start an assignment, I learn something new. Mostly about art or technique.<br />
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This time, I was the lesson. The reporter made a game of guessing the art to the artist. <br />
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He was surprised I made the mermaid. He thought a young dude to be one tagging street art, but this first hand experience made me pause. Do fine artists get this surprised reaction? Maybe the fine arts are more dignified. Or should I find a comfortable middle ground with looser paintings and assemblages, leaving street art to the young-uns? Nooo...don't like self imposed retrictions without good reason. I'll try to own the fact of who I am no matter. Maybe I'll turn into an eccentric artist when I do get old. <br />
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Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-45290490168547293302013-05-05T07:15:00.000-04:002013-05-05T07:33:37.077-04:00Talking With My HandsWithout photos of my work to illustrate my point, I am helpless. Why post words from an artist (still not sure of the type) without something to look at? I always read story books with the goal of getting to the next illustration as a child. Now magazines are my guilty pleasure.<br />
I have deadlines looming, being the beginning of the 'season' here in Vermont. Lots of art popping up along with gardens and baby animals. More time spent in the shop and at the easel than at the computer or outside. Here is the status of the mermaid rain barrel. (You can read the last post for her back story.)<br />
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She needs to put her face on. Then some makeup. My mother used to say 'A little powder and paint makes a girl what she ain't.'<br />
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And the smell of pickled peppers (banana peppers I'd guess) when you unscrew her lid is devine. Makes you want to order a pizza.<br />
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I always start from black, so it's hard to see here, but by the end of the day, I should have her looking more photogenic and ready for her closeup. A nice flowing of mermaid hair would help as well. Will have to scout for just the right screen in the barn upstairs. Buttons for jewelry, etc, will be the final touches.<br />
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And that's a good thing: I'll have another post coming right up!<br />
<br />Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-27137663892183538742013-03-25T09:35:00.000-04:002013-03-27T08:02:15.666-04:00And Now Some Street Art Assemblage...Finally on a full tilt roll with my painterly paintings. Newest one, <i>above,</i> is still in progress, but whined, wanting to be on the masthead<i>.</i> Will post the finished version when ready.<br />
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A street art assemblage project is next. <br />
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Like the unfinished fine art painting <i>above</i>, I'll post progress on my art rain barrel commission here.<br />
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The Winooski Natural Resources Conservation District will mount 40 finished barrels on bases and stagger them from Church Street Marketplace, Burlington (our only Vermont 'city') down the hill to Lake Champlain's waterfront.<br />
A few sentences about stormwater run off and its threat to the lake's health, posted next to each barrel, will help educate and hopefully entertain.Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-51028149217779601462013-03-03T08:54:00.000-05:002013-03-03T08:54:16.379-05:00Folk Art vs Trained Art<br />
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I surveyed the recent art opening where my two previously posted paintings in this blog were hung. I asked a viewer (non-painter from town) if they could tell which work was mine. He picked both out.<br />
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Going back to creating 'painterly paintings' from contemporary folk art
has been a learning lesson. Seems one can transfer painting experiences
from one medium - and style - to another. No one-trick pony. <br />
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Universal topics often arise at the same time. I recently read via the <a href="http://folkartcooperstown.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: red;">Fenimore Art Museum </span> </a>blog the same art segregation issues when museums hang shows. They highlight a well written article from the New York Times in their post on this very topic.<br />
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But from the art business side, is it a good thing to mix styles? When
patrons see you as a folk artist and then you're painting 'paintings,'
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<br />Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-28387167252967568282013-02-24T13:41:00.002-05:002013-02-24T14:52:37.998-05:00You Are Not AloneAfter completing my first (in a long while) painterly painting (shown above), I figured I'd try another. I have a few snaps that might turn into paintings someday. I'll keep creating folk art assemblages and such, but this new curiosity adds another layer to the mix. <br />
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My paintings are intentionally soft because I use the same brushes (and paint) on canvas that I use when painting wood sculptures and assemblages. The wood wrecks the brush point, and I like the effect. I bought new (sissy) brushes to be used only on canvas and am waiting for their arrival. <br />
Found a kindred spirit. Alanna Martinez has similar views to mine on painting. In her short article on 'Blouin Art Info,' she sums up 6 painting instincts while viewing the Matisse show at the Met. She hits on many of the 'no-nos' I
was told, turning them into 'yes-yes'. Here's the link: <span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://www.artinfo.com/print/node/854181">http://www.artinfo.com/print/node/854181</a></span><br />
Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-215497437900566972013-02-15T18:32:00.000-05:002013-02-15T18:32:23.507-05:00True Love <br />
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Here's my problem with my love interests. I love doing funky, fun whimsical pieces where I can add my own narrative. But recently (well over the last year now) I've been tempted, dared, and coaxed to go back and try my hand at the serious side of painting.</div>
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The header piece (above) is for our local Guild's <a href="http://www.brandonartistsguild.org/">www.brandonartistsguild.org</a> upcoming show "VermontScapes." A landscape might work as a subject.</div>
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I decided to paint the boat dock.<br />
It was the place, as a child, I'd lay and look through the slats at the cool green water and its fish below. Lamenting the thought of fall's onset, my departure, and school's fast approach.<br />
While painting, I recalled all this: the fresh water smell, the sound of water lapping the posts, the give and sway of the dock.<br />
It occurred to me I haven't seen many wooden docks still in use. It became a worthy subject.<br />
My surprise Valentine: a gift to myself from one who was there. Fond memories revisited in the form of a wooden dock. Maybe I'll paint this way more. And make some folk art assemblages for the show, too.</div>
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Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-33228309061717826762013-02-04T09:57:00.000-05:002013-02-04T10:02:52.716-05:00Making Sense of It AllI've always had people around me. I see them in faces in leaves and in folds of curtains. New companions join me even today: faces in the bathroom floor's marbling, and many crowded in my pile of wood scraps. They seem to be involved in whatever they're doing and don't mind me observing them.<br />
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Sometimes I keep a sub-section in my wood scrap pile of pieces that remind me of certain things. Usually casualties from projects that hit a bump somewhere in the creative process and got tossed aside. But even then, when I look through that pile, I see something else yet again.<br />
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For example, this piece <i>(left)</i> started as the head of a woman in the wind. Was she going for a motorcycle ride?<br />
But when I rediscovered her <i>(right)</i>, she had turned into a bird.<br />
When giving it a little thought, I wonder if it was some unspoken message. Was I missing the birds this winter? Or was I observing a fairytale: did she wish to become a bird and was waiting for the chance to fly.<br />
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<br />Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-364185534623955622013-01-27T18:46:00.000-05:002013-01-27T18:46:34.067-05:00The Mighty Pencil<br />
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What a wonderful thing the pencil is. I think of this often as I write notes to myself or sketch late at night in bed. </div>
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I never worry about it failing to write when held upside down or leaking ink blobs on my blankets or sheets.<br />
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They have a close history with Thoreau also: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/No.%20339:%20Thoreau's%20Pencils%20www.uh.edu/engines/epi339.html">No. 339: Thoreau's Pencils www.uh.edu/engines/epi339.html</a> He knew pencils inside and out, literally. The lowly pencil didn't give him any lip when he expounded on the philosophy of transcendentalism.<br />
<a href="http://www.thoreausociety.org/">http://www.thoreausociety.org</a><br />
It was the pencil that initially communicated those feelings to all who cared to read his words when he wasn't there. Such a responsibility.<br />
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Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-85356593504520957682013-01-18T20:48:00.001-05:002013-01-18T20:48:30.232-05:00Art more valuable than money?<i><br /></i>
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">'People seem to believe more in art today than they do in money.'- Alex Vervoordt, Antiques dealer and interior designer, ElleDecor</span></i><br />
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Came across this quote while scanning my usual magazines trying to zero in on the art shown in the room settings. It stopped me and grabbed my attention.<br />
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Really?<br />
More than money? <br />
Sounds like spinning gold from straw. Yes, the riches are in knowing one's calling. Payback comes in the details - making art choices that will change the direction of a piece at every step:<br />
subject matter? what's to be conveyed?<br />
traditional or folk art style?<br />
2 or 3D - painting, relief, or sculpture?<br />
whimsical or trained, aka 'serious'? (my hardest query at the moment)<br />
colorful or muted?<br />
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Those answers could stay elusive and may take a lifetime of experimentation.<br />
Not in a hurry, though.<br />
As long as others continue to believe more in art than money.Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-43195134381707406772013-01-10T08:48:00.001-05:002013-01-10T15:54:54.428-05:00Visionary ArtI have art projects yet to be crossed off my 2012 list, even though it's 2013. These are without tight deadlines, but still to be done. Old lists lead into new. Like birthdays year to year. Another day and I don't feel different. Yet.<br />
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I have to focus on finishing these art pieces before looking at new ideas. It's hard not to look ahead: no unwrapping a present before its time. What will be envisioned next?<br />
Many artists are 'visionary.'<br />
Sometimes I am and sometimes not. Sometimes I see the completed artwork before I start. Sometimes I let the painting process or wood shard be my art guide and follow it blindly through many wrong turns.<br />
There's no real instruction book on the 'right way' to procede when creating.<br />
I just look forward to turning the page to start creating the next chapter.<br />
And seeing if what was envisioned turns into art.<br />
<br />Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-63386764988196907882012-12-29T11:45:00.000-05:002012-12-29T11:45:45.453-05:00Spirits of Christmas PastI am thankful for and amazed by my considerate folk art collectors who have sent me Christmas cards over the years. Not only do they send a card, often with a handwritten note, but some have included photos of the pieces I've made.<br />
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It's such a wonderful present. I love seeing these pieces in their settings - looking so much more 'at home.'<br />
And often I had neglected to take a picture before sending them on their merry way.<br />
How thoughtful these art collectors are to think of me at this busy time! So nice for me to see them once again!<br />
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For me, I'm lucky if I get my decorations up. I should start earlier. After languishing on the dining room table for far too long, my cat Callie reassigned the front door wreath to become her nest.<br />
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<br />Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-69877625079498307332012-12-23T14:18:00.000-05:002012-12-23T14:18:08.565-05:00Toy Land<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can recall favorite childhood Christmas presents: my cat (an impulse adoption from the church basement where my uncle was the minister), a recumbent-peddled metal hook & ladder fire engine, a large wooden rocking horse called 'Big Red' floating on spring supports, natural maple (?) wood blocks that fit perfectly in its cardboard box, and my cobbler's bench. I never was much for dolls or girly things.<br />
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Playing with the wooden blocks and cobbler's bench continue in my assemblage artwork as an adult child. I don't have the originals anymore.<br />
(Here's one like mine, <i>left, </i>sold as a <i><b>Vintage</b> </i>Playskool Cobbler's Bench.)<br />
However the satisfaction of pounding dowels, or building block sculptures has never left.<br />
Many days remind me of those play times when I'm creating art in the shop.<br />
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Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-89934702250762162432012-12-17T12:13:00.001-05:002012-12-17T12:13:41.174-05:00Holiday Artwork <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In many ways, it seems like the right time of year to turn inward and reflect. The tragic events in Connecticut urge me to be even more pensive. I've already caught myself silently singing 'I Wonder As I Wander' more than a few times recently. <div>
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I suppose it's the natural balance to the high times of summer with its rush of outward activity. </div>
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This is a piece I made for my local library's Christmas auction a while ago. I only donate originals to a few organizations, the library being one.</div>
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I try to make artwork for them that includes a book. It's hard to see the cardinal on St. Francis's finger due to the beautiful wreath behind it. Birds are good at camouflage, you know. I posted this version because it showed the holiday greenery on location at the library, and hopefully the holiday spirit as well. </div>
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Although it is a solitary time of year, helping others, animals included, in various ways seems even more essential. </div>
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Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-5197595627656753392012-12-09T11:43:00.000-05:002012-12-09T16:33:44.565-05:00Folk Art Diary: Noticing how you see<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Reading books (or art) in the western world moves left to right. Then down to left again. A 'Z' motion. (or a 'Zorro' swash to me.) 'Reading' art is faster, but takes time to process. It being a more interactive endeavor.<br />
The Z can make art move like a fast-paced action thriller. The blog header ski art <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(above)</span></i> uses the diagonal to infer motion. Diagonals keep you off balance, an innate sense exploited by artists. And directs your eye. Notice how Kandinsky uses it to add dynamic motion in his work listed here: <a href="http://www.squidoo.com/top-10-modern-artists-on-worldgallery" rel="nofollow"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">'Top 10 Modern Artists'</span></a>.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span>(He's #2.)<br />
The tilt of the fellow <i>(above),</i> fall of the hill, and angle in the sky was to show some depth. Not a downhill slide on skis, just a creep.<br />
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<br />Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-7926278594511606452012-11-30T18:28:00.000-05:002012-12-04T07:39:20.897-05:00Folk Art Diary: From Dark to Light<i>Did I miss something? Ahh, err... Yes. Been super busy, thus tired, thus missed writing a post. Hard to type with my eyes closed. </i><br />
Still haven't gotten used to the time change and early darkness. It really saps energy. I suppose it's a good time to catch up on sleep, but holidays and deadlines can get in the way. Hibernation will have to wait until February.<br />
And when it is bright out, it's at such a severe angle, it's hard to see. This is the time of year to wear baseball caps, even if out of season. (A good time to root for the Red Sox.) And eyeglasses that turn dark. Maybe grey days are the best. If not for morale, at least vision.<br />
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The dark takes on an otherworldly ambience. It appeals to the emotions. And spirituality. Reaching through the dark to connect.<br />
When painting, I usually start from a black field and paint from dark to light. The dark helps define the image. I use chalk to sketch in my drawing, correcting with a damp cloth. Then start painting the inside areas. When finished I erase the chalk lines with the damp cloth to reveal a black outline. Simple and striking. Especially in darkly lit rooms.<br />
<i>Above: My assemblage angels in gallery window, after hours. Recycled bamboo rakes, antique planks, furniture pieces, electrical wire, acrylic paint.</i><br />
<br />Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-45548187921032112192012-11-20T17:12:00.000-05:002012-11-20T17:13:27.161-05:00Folk Art Is People's ArtI try to describe my work to others. More than likely, that doesn't work. So I pull out a business card with photographs on it (painting on one side, assemblage/sculpture on the other). That helps the conversation continue.<br />
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I went to an art show recently where I am usually an exhibitor. I took this year off. Being a customer felt strange. I wanted to stand in someone's booth and write up sales.<br />
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I met a folk artist there whose work I had recently discovered. She was very friendly and forthcoming with her process. Maybe we connected because we are both folk artists. We compared notes. Both of us work in mixed media with wood as the base. We're similar but different in our style.<br />
When discussing folk art definitions, she said you know it when you see it. That's what a folk artist would say. She can join my club. It's people's art.Robin Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12588908426898513679noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5816547319070776644.post-80556855527084248442012-11-10T22:32:00.001-05:002012-11-10T22:32:12.499-05:00Pocket Reference for ArtistsArtists' pockets are useful for storage. Always an added bonus to find the newly acquired pants have 'deep pockets.' Deep thoughts can easily reside in there. <br />
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Lists of things to do, tools and screws to be returned, paper napkin drawings, loose change. I'll know what needs to be done next when I pull the winner out from my pocket. They become the saddlebag to my pack
animal. Safe and secure when migrating, say from one side of the house to the other. <br />
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But as the season gets colder, and I add layers, pockets become too much of a good thing. Too many hiding places. I've found things I've looked for all summer in my spring/fall jacket. Like little memory scrap books they turn up reminding me
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I always forget to look in the previous season's pockets. But I expect all will eventually come out in the wash. Those loose pennies are so hard to retrieve from there, though.<br />
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<i>Left:</i> 'For Your Consideration'<br />
Acrylic on Barn Board<br />
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