Monday, July 31, 2006

Vincent Price: A Patron's Patron

Everytime I do research on Price, I'm overwhelmed with significant details from his life with art. His loving daughter has written a biography, and I'm almost tempted to do one myself.

Perhaps the best source of Price on art is a lengthy interview with him conducted a year before his death. The Smithsonian Archives of American Art, a visionary institution of which Price was a founding member, recorded the oral history of the beginnings of its existence and Price's impact on the appreciation of fine visual arts in the U.S.

Educated at Yale University in art history, Price spent a number of years touring America, giving talks to regular people on the subject of art to encourage interest. Moving to LA with his showbiz career he opened a commercial art gallery and encouraged the founding of a modern art institute in a town almost barren of high culture. Price worked with Sears to sell some 50, 000 original works of art (many commissioned by him) Here's a quote from the Wall Street Journal:

"In 1962 Price was approached by George Struthers, Sears's vice president of merchandising, who believed his company could sell fine art to the American public the same way it sold lawn mowers and ladies' underwear. Price agreed to pick the pieces and serve as spokesman, and the Vincent Price Collection of Fine Art was off and running, first in Sears's Denver store, then in other stores across the country, with a mail-order line added the following year. Not surprisingly, much fun was poked at the idea of Sears going into the fine-art business. The New Yorker even ran a cartoon about it ("It's not generally known, but we picked up this little Rembrandt etching at Sears, Roebuck"). But the company had the last laugh: During Sears's nine years in the art trade, it sold some 50,000 works at prices ranging from $30 to $3,000, many of them bought on installment plans that made it possible to purchase certain works for as little as $5 down and $5 a month. The prices were affordable, too, with Picasso's lithograph "Frederic Joliet Curie" going for $300, the equivalent of $1,850 in today's dollars--just about what the same print costs now."

Price reasoned:
"I felt that here at last was a chance to expose the U.S. public to fine art at reasonable prices," Price explained. "The average housewife doesn't realize that she can buy an original work of art for very little money." Critics may have winced at the effusive catalog copy ("A Picasso can turn your dull den into a spicy fiesta!"), but there was nothing unserious about the works themselves, all of which were originals or limited-edition multiples, not cheap reproductions."
During the AAA interview, Price discussed his friendship with and the importance of David Hockney to developing the art community in LA:
"What David has done in this community—and for this community, and with this community, and by this community—has been what the other people didn’t do. What we were talking about. Huxley did not come and found a little group of people around himself. Neither did [von] Sternberg, or Schönberg, or any of them. But David has. David is as well-known in this town as if he had been born [here—Ed.]. And he loves it, he adores [it]. And when he came here. . . . I knew him in England quite well and saw his first show. David has done what these other people didn’t do: He’s made a community around himself, with. . . . I’m just trying to think of some of the people that he knew first here."
Vincent spoke about his community development work in East Los Angeles:
My interest in East Los Angeles stems from a lot of, for different reasons that are all good. One of them very definitely was that a lot of the sort of bitterness that you must feel that I felt about that period that we’ve been talking about, the people who let us down, the people who didn’t show interest, the people like Arensberg, who was going to take his collection somewhere else anyway. My involvement with East Los Angeles is because it couldn’t happen there. It’s much too honest a neighborhood. It is completely isolated from this world over here. It’s completely different. I was invited to come and talk to this college, which was about five quonset huts on a mudflat, by a woman named Judith Miller. And she wanted me to talk about the aesthetic responsibility of the citizen. That’s a pretty classy title. Well, it fascinated me since the aesthetic responsibility of three quonset huts on a mudflat was not very high. But I went, and I fell in love with it, fell in love with the whole Latino community—Chicano, whatever they call it now. But this was where I decided to put my energy, and to do it without any way identifying myself with it. Because I was accused here of using the arts as an entrée to a world that I didn’t want to be in anyway. People sort of said, “He’s an art snob,” and I just didn’t want to be an. . . . It’s very difficult for me to talk about it. But that’s why forty-five years ago I started this collection in East Los Angeles. It’s been used, it’s grown, it’s produced some very exciting artists. It’s produced [Edward James] Olmos, you know, that wonderful actor, who credits the gallery with part of his life. ('Vincent Price', charcol drawing by Rico LeBrun, 1950)
And there's much, much more. The interview's the place to go. The Archives of American Art is an awesome reference. The oral history interviews are the best. (photo: Mick Cusimano)

In the absence of general interest, it's the serious, commited individuals, like Vincent Price, who lead others to nurture and grow a vital fine arts culture.

AS: Swimsuit Issues

1978.................................2006
I was up all night thinking about the gal in the bathing suit. Then I remembered that I'd seen it before! Cheryl Tiegs (left) wore the suit in a 1978 SI issue.

Looks like a near exact reshoot. Interesting to compare the 1978 and 2006 photos, and popular notions of beauty and light design. Fascinating study. Reminds me of ancient Greek statuary. Each the Venus of their time. A classic pose.

I'm more in awe than aroused by the beauty. Not erotica, but is it art?

Sunday, July 30, 2006

GC: Beholder Baby!

Well, the new Gallery Crawl photos are up and what did I meet on this week's venture?

Look out, buddy! It's a Dungeons & Dragons Beholder baby monster comin' right at ya!!!

Bagus Surf

I may be new to this blogging game, but I still know what I like.

And I like what I see over at Bagus Surf with some fine, glassy waves indeed.

Buddy goes on about his surf trip arrival in El Salvador:
Upon arrival I recommend either bargaining a taxi ride
from the airport to your spot in La Libertad or
depending on where you're staying, having the owners
pick you up, if they offer that. The ride is roughly
45 minutes from what I remember, depending on how many
dead cows, people, flipped cars, etc. are in the road.
Sounds like quite an adventure. I can't wait to go. You hear that, Coady?!

Anyways, it took a while for all the photos to download and all of a sudden it's all waves to the left of me and beautiful bikini chicks to the right of me.

I'd be lying if I said I disapprove. Wow.

Does anybody know if she's that Simpson gal?



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Saturday, July 29, 2006

Different Ways

I remember in highschool, when I first started to rebel beyond class clown, refusing one day to stand with head bowed during the reading of The Lord's Prayer. Not that the prayer (or prayer itself) is necessarily a bad thing, but I didn't agree with the forced concentration camp feel of it all. Shouldn't I have the right to choose? The exercise of my right not to stand got me a quick trip to the principal's office.

I sat down with the guy - a good man - and basically told him in a multicultural society like Canada, no particular belief system ought to be preferred over another in a public institution. I pulled out the Tao Te Ching and said "This is my philosophy". Instead of any punishment, the principal said I may sit in the library (my regular hangout) during the morning announcements and all teachers would be informed that I was not to be disturbed.

Maybe my actions weren't in accord with The Way of Taoism, but it secured a little bit of freedom. I believe the Lord's Prayer is no longer included in school morning announcements in the Province of Ontario.

Came across a fine Aristotle quote the other day. What a guy....

"The more thou dost advance, the more thy feet pitfalls will meet. The Path that leadeth on is lighted by one fire- the light of daring burning in the heart. The more one dares, the more he shall obtain. The more he fears, the more that light shall pale - and that alone can guide. "

Friday, July 28, 2006

Rain Qi Gong

Went out for a walk today and got stuck in a rainstorm in the middle of nowhere. I found a tree's tall branch of leaves for some shelter. Then the rain started coming down so hard I couldn't move without getting more wet.

At some point over the course of an hour I just closed my eyes and began to take in the senses of smell, sound, touch as the weather rolled over me. I was a kid once again, getting soaked completely and loving the moment. I did some Qi Gong like the old days and it felt good. The truth is never far away. I've got to get back to t'ai chi again. Wu Style this time.

There's a point where you can't get any more wet than you are. Then comes my surrender to the elements and I'm free again. I walked miles home in the pouring rain.

A good day.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

GC: Missing Persons

My weekly Gallery Crawl plug features the street performance of Lina Rodriguez and Rita Kamacho.

Isolated Voices is a haunting installation that commemorates the hundreds of women who have been murdered in Ciudad Juarez, Mexico in the last 12 years.


Since 1993 nearly 400 female maquiladora workers have been murdered in Ciudad Juárez and an equal number are believed missing. Juárez, just across the Rio Grande from El Paso, Texas, is home to more than 380 maquiladora factories, which are owned by U.S and European companies and operate in tax-free zones.


Many everyday products we take for granted such as our clothes and cars are produced in maquiladora factories and then exported out of México to the U.S. and Canada.




See the on-going performance for yourself on July 30th at 1172 Queen St. W., Toronto. The performance will happen between 9 and 11pm.

Long Live the Spirit ot Gyorgy Ligeti!

Fine Obit for composer Gyorgy Ligeti over at the Washington Post last month.
"Because one never knew quite what to expect before hearing a new Ligeti work, his music sometimes startled listeners. Yet this eclecticism allowed him to escape some paradoxical aesthetic traps that were endemic to late 20th-century composition. He insisted that his music was "neither tonal nor atonal" and while he never blithely reiterated the musical language of the past, neither did he strive to be modern or avant-garde at the expense of communication with an audience."
Nice to know the example of originals. Perhaps his most famous work (to me, anyway) was his choral piece, "Lux Aeterna," which accompanied the moving discovery scenes in the film, 2001: A Space Odyssey.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

The Pocock Gallery

Justin Fox asks:

"Isn't the primary role of art to titilate and distract?"

Here's some of my own in reply. I call the stuff "art" for easy shorthand, but not seriously.

The Art of Sound

I remember going into a Toronto gallery with a dedicated room for sound art. Thought about trying to photograph it all for Gallery Crawl, but gave up after a couple failed attempts at speaker covers.

Check out the ca-razee scene over at the Whitney Music Box.
"a musical realization of the motion graphics of john whitney as described in his book "digital harmony"
Click on items on the right side of the screen with computer speakers on. Then lend an ear to the purity of sound and an eye to the light patterns.

Virtual Pollack

Hey kiddies!

Ever want to be Jackson Pollack? Well now you can!

Zoom on over to www.jacksonpollack.org and start mousing about with a virtual Pollack studio.

Addicitive personalities BEWARE.

California 'Gallery Crawl'


One of the fun art things I do is host a website called Gallery Crawl which features recent openings of Toronto art galleries.

Well, imagine my surprise when I discovered a California TV station website that has its own 'Gallery Crawl' wherein...
"Each month KQED Interactive (logo at left) visits a number of Northern California art galleries to check out what's up in the local art scene. You can view a video of what we found."
Alan Bamberger, godfather of internet art gallery photojournalists, is my preferred site as he roams the San Fran scene with digital camera in hand. I've learned much from the man and grateful for his example.

Just don't think video is as good as still photos for capturing moments. Video's more of a blur, lacking the precision of still photos for fine subject matter.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Sexinart.net

Sexinart.net is a focused little blog featuring, well, sex in art. The host(s) basically point readers to other sites and photos they find interesting capturing both subjects.

Not sure a photo of nude people is necessarily art.

At right is a sample image from SexinArt. Here's a photo and link to South Korean artist, Kim Joon. Quite a difference with the North Korean state approved art I looked at about a week ago. I think Kim Jong-il would approve because the meaning (sex) is plain as day.

Too often staged photographs are described as art when, actually, a nude body is the only 'maybe art'. At least that's my opinion. "Would the art subject still exist in the absence of the photograph?", is my first question in considering whether a photograph is art.

Art Slob Rant: Not 'everything goes' in art. Such a belief erodes the development of personal taste for things of special significance, meaning. The release of so much 'maybe art' has devalued the role of serious artists and increased the appearent value of the art theorist/critic.

An erotic representation is not art. It is a design with the directed intent to titilate and distract. It's just sex, baby.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Double Your Llama


I'm researching some logo ideas, getting a bunch together. Anyway, I started looking at llama pictures - don't ask me, because I don't know - and I came across this one.

It's so simple, but it's got something I like. Looks like some friendly Dungeons & Dragons creature with magical/psionic powers. Obviously, it teleports everywhere.

Maybe its the animal familiar for people who bounce all over the place and can't decide.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

IZ Paintings

Isabelle Peabody has got the idea for selling original art over at IZ Painting.
"If you are interested in one or multiple IZ paintings for your home or office, but need a certain color scheme and size please go to the contact us page to submit your request with your specifications."

Testimonial from Kayla Brown - Ord, Nebraska
"The painting arrived yesterday about 4pm and I love it! I looked at it in the light this morning and it is just what I wanted. I have a big plush colorful chair in my living room that sits opposite that wall and they coordinate so well! My living room will be so fun when it's all done! As I said, it will be the focal point of the whole room. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Reads like Kayla's about to explode!

Peabody refers to the paintings as company product instead of her personal work. Guess that's a good distinction to make give the service provided.

I'd love to offer a commission to a snooty artist to paint the interior of a building and be refused because the pure artist won't take direction. What would Michelangelo do?



Monster Walks

Hey, you crazy kids!

You into going from town to town, getting into advertures, righting wrongs, solving mysteries, and eating at pizza parlours?

Well, Scoob, check out the stone gargoyles at A Love of Monsters.

Friday, July 21, 2006

Fictional Art

If you're like me and love art and literature, I recommend a list of five fine books capturing the artist's life and work.

Here.









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Thursday, July 20, 2006

MartiniFest

Amusing article over on Scientific American's May Issue.

Appearently the Milwaukee Art Museum held a MartiniFest booze event with 1,900 in attendance in a 1,400 limit space.
Here's the capsule summary from the Journal Sentinel: "People threw up, passed out, were injured, got into altercations and climbed onto sculptures."
While it was considered a fiasco by all (but the drunks), I think it's just peachy. I'd love to see paddywagons screaming to a stop out front of the museum, riot police streaming in, and the revellers beating them back with the business end of art.

Maybe I've read too much JG Ballard - or not enough.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Surfboard Art

Check out the art at Mandela Custom Shapes.

Manuel's got a series of art surfboards by Thomas Campbell.

Sweet ride. Now all I need are some glassy waves.

Over Spray

Pavement, California artist, Jean-Paul St. Pierre, has got a great photo blog idea. He takes pictures of an artwork as it changes over time.

Check out Over Spray and see the evolution of image.

J.P. tells me there's been a lot of 'back to basics' in surfboard art - he's 2nd generation board maker.

Wouldn't you love to surf on a work of art? Doesn't get much better than that!

Underpant Tales.

Speaking of 'Love Spray', I'm reminded of a story my pal, Scott M., once told me.

Scott's Vancouver housemate was going out on a 'hot' date and asked Scott to do him a favour.

The Request: after Scott's workout, would Scott give him a cloth sample of Scott's...musk. Appearently such musk is a compelling cologne for a man to wear in the presense of those attracted to men.

From Wikipedia:
An atomic wedgie refers to when (somehow) the assailant is able to pull the underwear over the victim's head. In fiction, there's one villain that gives wedgies, known as Wedgie Woman in Captain Underpants and the Wrath of the Wicked Wedgie Woman. Many different variations of wedgies have been created throughout the years, each more painful or disgusting than the next. Some groups have been created for victims of wedgies who seek help, others for those who actually want them (?).

Two-on-One? No fair!

Monday, July 17, 2006

The High-Heeled Patron

Good article and fabu slide show over at Open Democracy.

The author compares art work made in N. Korea under totalitarian father/son team with the work of artists during Stalin and Mao's government.
"All artists in North Korea are registered as members of the Korean Artists Federation and receive monthly salaries, for which they are expected to produce a certain number of works. Some artists work "on the spot", at factories or construction sites, whereas others go to an office. Both would be expected to work regular hours and have about two hours of study or discussion in the evenings with regular reports and evaluations. Abstract or conceptual art is forbidden and the subjects and themes of works of art are limited."
Here's something else from the little big guy:
"A picture must be painted in such a way that the viewer can understand its meaning. If the people who see a picture cannot grasp its meaning, no matter what a talented artist may have painted it, they cannot say it is a good picture."
I think this means "Wear scarf on mountain top".

Y'know, I don't think that's such a bad shake for an artist. Monthly salaries! Sign me up,
Kim Jong-il, baby! Throw in booze and slave girls and I'll make you that living god!

Money Shots

It's bizarre for me to visit the Artnet.com webpages on NYC art gallery openings.

It's exclusively about the personalities who attend the reception. Hey, you mind showing me what the art looks like? Maybe the art doesn't matter so much.
Bet it's cool taboo to look at the stuff or talk about it.

What's the old line?... "You sell the sizzle, not the steak". The price of being a 'world-class' art mecca is all the creepy celebs and nutty performance artists wearing Suran-wrap body suits.

Not sure if it's heaven or hell.

Art You Can Make in The Joint

Art by Bayat


Sunday, July 16, 2006

Museum Inc.

Good review of 'Museum Inc.' over at the Philly. The book's an expose of the monsters who run our museums.

This insider, Paul Werner, has a rapier wit and knows just how to use it.

A sample:
"The role of the American art museum is to launder the money of its trustees and sponsors, not, as you may think, by turning one asset ('cocaine,' for instance) into another asset (say, 'Rembrandts'), but by turning artworks into objects of authority and trust - objects that mediate and are mediated by the worth of money. The American art museum turns art into buzz the way its owners turn pork bellies into pork-belly futures."
I'd love to teach 'Salesmanship' (not 'salespersonship') to third and fourth year art students. Remember, kids, always be selling.

GC: Dark Man

Decided to start tossing up a 'picture of the week' from my Gallery Crawl website.

Here's a photo of 3D guy, Shayne Dark. Good, big stuff in his show at Edward Day Gallery.

I call this photo 'Play of the Gods'. Dark seems to have fun/flexibility in what he does. Never lose that, baby.

Friday, July 14, 2006

News Flash! The Hoff Tonight Show


That madman.

MS. X has has just e-mailed:

"I hear the Hoff is appearing on the Tonight show
this evening....... Let the good times roll..."

I have a strange forboding....

By Apollo, he's going to announce his candidacy!

Will no one stand in his way?!

It's a cakewalk to the White House now....

Quick!

The Hoff must be stopped before
The Tonight Show [July 14, 2006] goes to air.

President Hoff....


Thursday, July 13, 2006

Another Crazy Scene

After my Gallery Crawl Thursday night I was drawn by the sound of drums to some crazy scene (not to be named). I asked the gal on the far right of the photo "what kinda dancing is this?". She replied, "It's music you can't not dance to." Well, I danced.

Guess my ideal life would be in a tribe, hunting by day and dancing around a communal fire at night, celebrating the hunt.

And to die in the struggle for our survival.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Bunch of Animals

Those crazy nuts over at animalheads.com (click on image) have done it again.

Now, instead of just mounting a fake animal head on the wall - that should satisfy your testosterone, you bastard - you can put a fake animal head on your head.

And what a grand tradition you'll follow in from Alexander the Great's lion head helmet, to any number of world culture shaman ritual head dresses.


Yes, you too can steal off into the forest night with your posse, build ceremonial fires and leap over them. Do you prefer either straight nude or covered in mud? I'm more a clay man, myself.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Improv Everywhere

What do you get when you cross the Internet with Improv?

Improv Every where is some nutty performance art scheme getting a bunch of people to do things in public we used to assign to the Village Idiot.

The picture at right is from the 'Suicide Jumper' performance. Okay, I admit threatening to jump off a 4 foot ledge is funny. Jump!!!

Friday, July 07, 2006

The Making of Wine

So begins a new era in my wine- making career. I found this 5 Gallon baby in Little Italy and carried it on my shoulder the half-hour home. I can think of no way more preferable to return to wine.

One young sidewalk couple couldn't believe I would carry such a thing on my shoulder. They literally bent over laughing when I told them my far destination.

I remember walking down a steep mountain path behind an old fellow, carrying a huge sack of olives without ever shifting the load to his other shoulder. Growing up in the country, I feel toting heavy loads or walking good distances is simply a continuation of a life of heavy loads and long distances - not that a glass carboy is heavy.

If you don't experience occasional struggle and overcoming it, how can you know the best things in life?

What do you value?

Hoff Horror Music Video

I can barely bring myself to do this,...but Ms. X is right. This video needs to be seen and the truth be known.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3382491587979249836&q=jump+in+my+car

Prepare yourself, dear reader, for what you are about to see may shake the very foundations of all you hold sacred.

The Hoff: Teutonic Tragedy?

Art Slob,

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2006300747,00.html


Ms. X,

Heard he bumped his head on a chandelier.

The gods seem to mock him now.

Only a heroic death can save The Hoff now.

Catching the business end of a N. Korea nuke, maybe....


Art Slob,

Poor, poor, Hoff...
I'm still having nightmares about that video of his....
If you were to do a complete psychological analysis of the Hoff
based on that video, what would it be I wonder?

Ms. X,

I've too much respect for The Hoff legend to attempt to lay bare the workings of his psychosis.

While the world teeters on the brink of destruction from all sides, he gets drunk at Wimbleton, crying "Do you know who I am? I'm The Hoff!"

I had no idea that anybody else but you and I referred to him by that name. Troubling indeed. And, dare I say, I think he could use with a different stylist.


Art Slob,

Ah, wise words indeed, I admire your dedcation to The Hoff.
If only I could have been there to see the Wimpleton spectacle!
"Don't you know who I am? I'm The Hoff!" I'll be dreaming those
words for a long time to come....

Lest we Forget....


Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Woe to The Hoff

Those who know Art Slob, know the mythic status in which The Hoff is held herein. Another Tragic page has been written in The Sun of The Hoff's slow descent into madness.

Such is the nature of the great that, in the absence of glory, ignominy can slake the desire for fame. Only heroic death, for the sake of all humanity, can deliver our hero through this dark night.

And yet, there is another....

Monday, July 03, 2006

'Babylon'

Photos of a painting at various stages. I'm calling it 'Babylon' for now.




Apollo! It has the two rivers!




Sucks to be The Academy

In the old days, art academies were the guardians of craft in fine art, the authority on taste.

The Wall Street Journal reports in a hilarious article how the London Royal Academy accepted an artist's plinth and rejected the sculpted head for exhibit in their summer show.
"Its creator, David Hensel, must be pleased to have been selected from among some 9,000 applicants for the world's largest open-submission exhibit of contemporary art. Nevertheless, he was bemused to discover that in transit his sculpture had gotten separated from its base. Judging the two components as different submissions, the Royal Academy had rejected his artwork proper--a finely wrought laughing head in jesmonite--and selected the plinth. "It says something about the state of visual arts today," said Mr. Hensel. He didn't say what. He didn't need to."
Hensel is the sort of skilled sculptor The Academy has traditionally championed. Such an about-face and subsequent attempt to mask their folly with a wooden barbell has made The Royal Academy ridiculous.

This event sets the tombstone over Contemporary Art. What shall we call the next trend?...

Saturday, July 01, 2006

'Simulated Depth'

I've begun a new business service of painting commissioned pictures for people based on a list of colours they want included in order to match the interior decors of their homes or offices.

I know, I know. Art purists would say that's utterly commercial and without artistic merit. I think some artists would improve greatly with restraints applied - like hands tied behind their backs. Art purists are side-line observers, who often cackle and trade in the ideas of 'respected authority' with little understanding. Also, artists need to get good at conducting business if they want to make a living out of it, instead of just talking about it in coffee houses (and blogs).

Anyway, this painting, 'Simulated Depth' (3'x4') , is supposed to be "black and brown with white and pink highlights". I've gone through so many versions of this, I regret not taking photos of it in progress now. The client wants one just like another one of mine he has. I've tried to explain that I can't copy one of my own paintings because I paint in a very emotional trance-like madness as if painting a warrior before an ancient battle, or a sweet caress. To copy is to embrace death, rather than foster new life.

It would be a lot simpler for me to just paint the damn thing and deliver it (after I've received the $). The problem with this one is the future owner has looked at it from time to time, making comments, and basically has me painting over each successive version. I actually like this version and regret the fact that I'll have to paint over it again. He wants it to be more pink and purple like an earlier version that was 'sexy'. I don't know how to paint abstract sexy.

Let the painter paint, and you'll grow to like or appreciate it in time. Most people don't know what they like until you tell them what to like. This is especially true with abstract painting. I'm not saying this about my current client (in case the bastard is reading this), but it is a fact from my observation. From the thousands of photos I've taken of people looking at art, the overwhelming facial and bodily expression is 'Confusion'.

One of the great gifts of art is that it defies our need to classify things. Good art gives us back our wonder.

Niagara Escarpment Trees

As I mentioned in a recent comment to AS West Coast creative consultant, Rob McCleary, the white cedar trees growing into the limestone crevices of Ontario's Niagara Escarpment can be over 1,000 years old.

Click on the photo to learn more about these incredible trees. What wonderful subjects they would make for large format photography or a talented painter.

I recently did a Gallery Crawl (2/5th down page) art reception at the Olga Korper Gallery in Toronto. Sculptor, Reinhard Reitzenstein, made a number of interesting works depicting trees emerging from limestone (see picture, right).






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