Lois Reynolds Mead

Art and a pink monkeyflower in a native plant garden…


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Intimate Impressionism, two…

Continuing with the Intimate Impressionism works at the Legion of Honor…what can be better than butter?

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I think that would look good in my kitchen, eh, eh…next to my bowl of fruit…

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Where I would be getting my supplies together for my picnic out side in my garden…

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Which I would then paint with the magical tubes I kept in my paint spotted box…

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before moving inside to also paint my mantelpiece that held the flowers that I collected in the above mentioned garden…

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Then I would carry my paint box, with my small, intimate canvases stuck under my arm, and tour my neighborhood for likely sights to feature in the landscapes I would paint…

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I guess in this fantasy I am living in France or somewhere…I would not complain about that…

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because my impression is that I would have lots of like-minded artist friends around…

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and flowers would be everywhere…

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and we would celebrate…

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Enough of this fantasy…the path back home and back to the real world…

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Good show…it is at the Palace of the Legion of Honor until August, 3.

 


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Oh, Georgia…

Immersed in Georgia O’Keeffe. Sunday morning we saw the show at the deYoung in San Francisco. I had heard a docent talk last week and the docent said that the very best day to see the show was Sunday morning. She was absolutely right…fewer people even though it is a very popular exhibit and great visibility.

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No photographs allowed so I had to rely on posters positioned throughout the museum.

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This show is from before she moved to New Mexico so there are no bleached bones, but I have to say that the images glowed in their presentation…silver frames on pale grey walls. Her works are always smaller than reproduction posters lead you to believe. Her colors were alive and intense.
I had to settle for taking pictures of favorite objects around the museum that they do let you take pictures of. I just love Ruth Asawa’s wire sculptures and we took the time to go up to the observation tower.

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They are getting ready for their big fundraiser “Bouquets to Art”, March 18-23. Nice combo…O’Keeffe and flowers!


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Craft on…

Walking through Portland with my niece Katura is not a high-pressure experience. Not an amble, really, because a lot of analysis and intent went into her map decision planning, but there are a lot of pauses. Katura makes quick sketches and I take photos. Spouses along on the walk have long known to adapt their pace of walking to the reality of this characteristic locomotion.
We spent our morning in an art store and we knew we would end at the zoo. In between was an elephant in the park (because there are never too many elephants) and…oh, wow, a craft museum. And it was a fine, fine museum at that.

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Of course, we had to investigate the texture of the elephant before walking around the corner to the Museum of Contemporary Craft.

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The main show in the gallery was titled “We Tell Ourselves Stories In Order To Live.” The featured artists are characterized as sharing a precarious relationship between fact and fiction.
Oil paintings by Stephen Hayes riding the line between abstraction and representation…

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Analog photos by Akihiko Miyoshi. He places tape over the lens of his camera and shoots into a mirror.

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Block prints by Daniel Duford…

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“Painting the Ingredients of my Painting” by Sang-ah Choi…

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Also, an exhibit of bowls…

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Bowls can be plastic or little slices of paper. Notice how the bowl that the attendant graciously flipped for us changes color…

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This exhibit had some wonderful examples from my favorite artists when I was learning to be a potter. A great time was had experiencing this vibrant museum.

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Art Show…

I hung an art show January 2 in the Art Gallery of the Orinda Library. It will be at the library for the month of January. It was an interesting experience deciding what I would include and it was fun including the work of my father. I had to reorganize once I got the paintings to the library. The large paintings behind glass with solid wood frames were quite heavy and I got nervous about hanging two on the same wire so I could not group the paintings by subject. But it got done thanks to husband Terry’s brawn and I only hit him in the chin once with a frame. (Luckily, he is still talking to me!)
Here is your invitation to the artist’s reception on Sunday, January 27, 2013, from 2:00-4:00. If you are in the neighborhood of the Orinda Library please join us for lemonade, popcorn, and peanuts. (Another section of the exhibit space has photographs of the digging of the fourth bore of the Caldecott Tunnel. Quite dramatic!)
My work is in a glass case and many of my father’s pictures and lithographs are framed behind glass, so once again I apologize for reflection but hope you get a sense of the exhibit.
My collages, ceramics from my distant past, photographs, and travel journals…

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I included sketch books of my father’s because I find then fascinating…

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This is the wall of my father’s art…

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One of my friends asked if the walls of my house were bare now…ah, but no there is more, much more…

This link is to an article that was in the local paper The Orinda News. It starts on page 2.


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To make the van gogh, press on the de gas…

There is nothing quite like the experience of visiting with friends that you haven’t seen in a very long time. Friends who thirty years ago lived a few blocks away on Eureka Street in Redlands, came through Northern California from Pennsylvania. In the intervening time we had a few visits, but not since both of our kids were in elementary school and we swung up to Pennsylvania after a trip to Washington, D.C. Jan and Dick Crooker had lived in Redlands and Jan had been one of my first ceramics professors at Cal State, San Bernardino, before they moved to Kutztown, PA, where Dick has been a geography professor since. Jan also continued to teach at the college level and create art. Amazingly, she no longer works in clay, and now along with teaching drawing classes and art education classes at a couple of colleges, she does plein air painting. Jan’s website is here.

The years fall away and the conversation just takes off (husbands barely able to get a word in edgewise), and of course when people like art, color is interspersed in the conversation. Jan drops cogent one line statements wherever possible, so when I relate some of the great things she said, you must imagine a small grin on her face and hoots of laughter from her audience (me). This was my favorite: She had on glasses frames that I really liked, with orange circling the lens and turquoise on the ear pieces. I complemented her on how great the frames were and her response was, “You know, I always say, I can get older, but I can’t get duller.” Here comes my hoot of agreement. Color makes the aging process slow down!

Rehoboth Hideaway

Jan’s plein air painting is done with acrylic. She loves going on location and painting outside. Rehoboth is a beach community in Rhode Island with an exciting art organization that has festivals that she participates in.

I absolutely love this group:

A Month of Sunny Days

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She spent the month of August one year, painting one canvas each day, in the spirit of postcards. I love the effect of them grouped together and I have tremendous respect for them as a symbol of the discipline it took to accomplish all of them in one month.

We found we both had copies of The Yellow House that tells the story of the time that Van Gogh spent living in Arles trying to convince Gauguin to stay and form an art colony with him. Can you imagine those two personalities together?

Jan mentioned that she starts all of her canvases with a layer of orange paint as a second primer because it makes the colors put on top pop. After she started doing this, she took one of her college classes on a field trip to one of the big museums in New York City where they saw a selection of Van Gogh paintings. She found if you got up really close to his paintings, you could tell that Van Gogh also used a layer of orange underneath. As Jan says, “If it was good enough for Van Gogh, it should be good enough for the rest of us.”

She walked into my house carrying a Baggallini purse. My Favorite!. Years ago, I found I had to stop carrying large satchels due to shoulder pain, so I switched to Baggallini urban backpacks and my very first was orange (when that wore out I had a black one, but quickly had to supplement with a purple.) They are so well designed it is crazy. Jan’s statement: “Orange is the new black,” I would like to amend to include Orange and chartreuse are the new black, and purple has been black for a long time, too.” Turquoise will undoubtedly be joining them soon.

Sunday morning I had sent Terry to the store with a list that included olive bread because I love Grace Baking olive bread and thought we could use it while Jan and Dick were here. Jan walked in my front door with a loaf of olive bread as a hostess gift. I did not have a chance to make this recipe, but I must include it here. I wonder if they have artichoke dip in Pennsylvania?

Toast a slice of olive bread and spread it with artichoke dip. Place a few leaves of arugula on top. Gently fry, over-easy, an egg in a touch of olive oil. Sprinkle with sea salt and freshly ground pepper and place on top of the arugula. Splash a little balsamic vinegar on top of the egg. Great breakfast with a glass of orange juice!

I will share one last art tip. A wonderful tool I used back in my days as an art teacher were the colored pencils by Prismacolor called Art Stix. They are woodless colored pencils in a square shape. So, for kids that have a physical disability, they are great in that they are less likely to roll off a table, they don’t have to be sharpened as often, and the Stix have the ability to cover large areas rapidly because the flat side can be used for fill in instead of using just a point. So Jan talked about using the same tool in her college level life drawing classes. Her twist is that she has her students sharpen one end to a point so that there are three ways to use the one drawing tool. Traditional point, edge of the square, and flat. So, I started sharpening my box of Art Stix, starting with orange, chartreuse and parma violet. Too, cool!

There was a lot of laughing going on during our visit, and as Jan says, “If we wait another twenty years, we will be too old to have any fun.” Here’s to visits with friends, may they be more frequent!

The title of this blog entry is an example of sixth grade humor, I hope you laughed out loud, and now I am off to prime some canvases (with orange.)