paintings by Nelson Sandgren at the Schrager & Clark Gallery in Eugene, and the figurative pieces of Bets Cole in a three person show at Maude Kerns, also in Eugene, OR.
Everything from the type of marks I want to make, to the imagery itself, the display and pricing.
As nearly as I can tell,
the majority of work that sells in the NW is priced under $400.
A good amount to spend for many but not much to get paid when you consider framing, transport, and the venue percentage or marketing expense that must come out that plus the right of the artist
to expect payment for the years of hard work and thought that go in to
and in part to participate in the role of the collector so that I better understand
Some years ago through my reading, I came across the idea that if you purchase just one piece of original art every year eventually you have a collection.
The idea appealed to me.
It is also a way to support the arts.
I like to understand how it feels to want a painting the artists isn’t ready to sell despite knowing full well how it feels as an artist to not be ready to sell a piece, at any price.
There is a gulf of difference.
I like to observe my own response to work I like, am truly engaged by but unwilling to lay out money for, no matter the price.
More on that another time, perhaps.
The above piece “Tea & Toast” has yet to fully develop the white space.
I will work back into it with color wash to do that, in a while.
I need to let it sit for now.
This is a quasi political response to the homeless situation.
I know 20 year olds who choose to sleep out rather than work jobs
they have no interest in, other than income.
But grey haired men sleeping in coffee shops before the rush most likely do not
choose to be there for the same reasons.
I had the tea, the man sleeping in the next booth seemed to be toast, and cold at that. I gave him tea, warned him of the police about to approach to roust another hapless individual who was creating problems by verbally assaulting the very humming environs with a seemingly meaningless stream of unintelligible verbiage.
He had been asked to return to the cold outside to make room for customers to use his table but with the tea in hand he had yet to move.
I could imagine a man of his age having trouble getting warm and
once again considered the many people on the edge;
because of the general path society takes to further divide
into poor and rich classes without much in between.
Nelson’s monotype ” Trickledown Street People ” had launched me this direction.