It is often that those of us practicing in the contemporary arts lament what we see as the inordinate amount of attention/value paid to the traditional. That sentiment, in the opposite, is probably held by my conservative art friends. Being somewhat of a contrarian and having a need to turn things on their head, I am exploring the following:
We need those that celebrate the traditional, the conservative, and the established to protect our common foundations and language so that we, the progressive and contemporary artists, can push forward expanding the human cultural experience without worrying about inartful mediocre philistines, trolls and naysayers. The opposite of a traditional, conservative artist is not the avant garde, progressive or contemporary. It’s the uncommitted, the unchallenging and the uncritical.
Top Horse, G Phippen
Canto 7, Nicole Hyde
…to listen to my story?
I have just returned from Jerome where I visited Brice Wood and his wife Carol at their home and his studio. One of the reasons I have for opening a gallery is the opportunity to visit and talk with artists and then, through shows and writings to tell gallery visitors about them and their work. In October of this year the gallery will present a one person show of Brice’s work.
There are those in our lives who can relate great stories and there are those of us who listen well. I believe I am one of the latter and am trying to cultivate a good ear so that later I can do them justice at the gallery. I have found there is fertile ground here in the Prescott area. Not only are there long time residents like Brice Wood and Ann Alexander and Sid Freeman but also some younger artists like those I am coming to know through the “Shed Project”, Yavapai and Prescott Colleges. The purpose of A Small Art Gallery is to allow those who take the time, an opportunity to hear those stories told in paint, clay, metal, ink and in some surprising unconventional materials as well.
Here’s to listening and making new friends.
Destruction-Reconstruction, Stan Book
What I find striking about Stan Book’s work is that although there is an obvious collection of disparate parts in his work, it is his eye and skill that has connected them into a cohesive and unified whole. So much work presented as collage or assemblage lacks the wholeness that characterizes his welded metal work. Whether he is choosing to deconstruct a utilitarian metal pipe and re-assemble it into a tower of faceted vistas or transforming a cast off metal stamping into the mythical Man of Steel,
Man of Steel, Stan Book
Book’s hand and vision ferry the material into the realm of sculptural art and lyrical reality.
Adventure on Mingus Mountain