Amedeo Modigliani (July 12, 1884 – January 24, 1920) has been the subject of a couple of feature movies. Mostly, they cover his love life, which lacked no drama. I take that back - the more recent flick is also very much about the artistic process. Critics and the public hate it, but I loved it. The metaphor of his grand premier compared to a bloody mugging in the snow is rich, and I liked the way he consulted his boyhood self from time to time.
Watching the 1958 film, Les Amants de Montparnasse, in French, is a nonsensical treat for me, since I don't understand the language.
Happy Birthday, Modi.
Here is a You Tube of his paintings streamed to some music with an Italian title about love's consequences. I like to watch these with the digital projector on the big screen. Maybe some of his great style and visual grace will rub off on me.
My friend, oil painter and pastelist Ken Elliott, is not shy about putting down color. Watch this fine artist create a colorist landscape, in its entirety, on video.
The work of the American artist Edward Hopper is so moody and evocative, that more than a few amateur videographers have tried to distill his images with a track. Which one of the following works best for you?
Yes, a sublime waste of time. But, you get to soak up some great Hopper while doing it.
Hopper was so tied into his subjects that when he outlived them, his output died, too. Don't be sad about that - stand up and cheer for what he gave us when he did.
I added that edge in Photoshop. Is that fair? I feel that presentation is a good thing, especially with works on paper. In real life, though, this work would be framed with a mat.
Sometimes you have to push yourself to market in a cart, so strong is the inertia defending the marketplace from you. I find this especially true in the summer, when family, chores, and focus on art-making occupy my time.
Here are some great links for art marketing to get you revved-up.
Link My Grandfather, Max Klahn, is the young boy pictured @ the top right. See a story about him below. Next to him at his left are Henry, my Great Grandfather and Charlotte, my Great Grandmother. Location: Quillayute Prairie, WA. Date: 1895. This remote place is about the rainiest spot in the US, and less than 5 miles inland from the Pacific Ocean. And we love it there.
Father's Day is a time that I choose to remember my fore-bearers.
Grandpa Max and Grandma Anna homesteaded in the land that time forgot, the Olympic Peninsula. Think Twilight, only without the amenities. By no amenities, I mean no electricity. Did I mention no road, either? Max hiked the Olympic beach to get to work during the Great Depression, which was a hundred miles plus a little. The Indians rafted him across the rivers he couldn't ford. He worked in the logging and port towns of Hoquiam and Aberdeen.
Max and Anna had 13 children, and the seven brothers all went off to war. My father, Kenneth K. Klahn, saw heavy combat in Italy, as a member of the famous Tenth Mountain Division, US Army.
Together with my maternal grandfather, my father, brother and I worked in the woods when I was four years old. Did I say I worked? Of course, I played.
Today, we honor my father-in-law who passed away Thursday. He was a wheat farmer, and a WW II veteran. He could outwork five oversized men half his age, and feed the world while he was at it. You cannot replace him, which is a fact.
Father's Day is Sunday. A local point of pride is the fact that Father's Day was invented in 1910, in Spokane, WA, by Mrs. Sonora Smart Dodd. It is good to remember our fathers.
This critique of my work offers some insight into the lines I try to straddle.
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Keep your ear to the ground and your heart in a safe place, you never know when you'll find yourself wandering...
Coming into form, Casey Klahn's art strives to join the abstract with the ingenuity of landscape detail. You could say he tip-toes this line with ease, when in reality a line remains to be seen. The human eye is trained to view things which manifest in our hearts.
The overall feel (of Klahn's art) refuses to be labeled with simple adjectives, rather wishes to be defined by thought patterns and feelings adapted into emotion. Keep your ear to the ground and your heart in a safe place, you never know when you'll find yourself wandering...
This is a place where man has seldom come. The forest's age is conveyed with dynamic precision. The balance...would have to be its best quality. With just the right amount of color where it needs to be, you really get a sense of how much control the artist has with the instruments at his disposal.
When it comes down to it, Casey Klahn's artwork has a mood all its own. The notion to single out a central theme or idea works against him in many cases, requiring his viewers to dig deep within themselves to try and identify a hidden meaning in many of his works.
The human mind is only as open and deep as we make it, and Casey thrives on exploiting those pits which open in the deepest and darkest corners. This is what makes him such a proliferate artist and will continue to profile him for years to come.
Terry Gildow
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