Impressionist Exhibit Opening in Norman
Alex
be displayed at The University of Oklahoma. The Weitzenhoffer
Collection will show itself off at The Fred Jones Museum of Art,
located at 410 West Boyd Street in Norman. Mostly impressionist
paintings by painters such as Van Gogh, Pissaro, Monet and
Toulous Lautrec will be exhibited.
To find out more about this exhibit, please direct your browser
to ou.edu/fjjma. There you will click on the Weitzenhoffer
Collection,
and hopefully, be able to use your plug in that you spend precious
time
downloading in order to be able to read the page. I, personally, was
not so lucky, and after many tries, must admit that I gave up and
spent the ensuing time reflecting on the Impressionist painters as a
group
and will share that with you now. If, indeed, you are able to get
your plug
in to play, please feel free to share your experience here as I have
absolutely
no intention of calling the museum to find out why their thing is not
working.
The Impressionist painters were a loose group of painters. Not all
were as loose
as some of the others, but they certainly had potential. They had
their friendships,
rivalries and working relationships that most groups experience. They
exchanged ideas,
portrayed each other in paintings and in some instances corrected or
corraborated each
other's works. As a result, they learned things from each other and
learned who was
better than another person. Even though some of them acted like no one
was better,
some of them were. Even the crummier ones knew who were the better
ones. They painted
everything from landscapes to still lifes to portraits. Renoir was
known for his nudes.
Renoir liked women. Just look at his thing and you can tell. Morisot
and Cassatt never painted male
nudes. Probably because the men weren't as willing to pose as the
women were. Or,
because Morisot and Cassat preferred painting women lounging on sofas
reading than painting naked men. I'm assuming if they wanted to paint
naked men having a picnic like Monet's
picture of the two men and the naked woman by the river in the
afternoon, they would have.
You would have to assume then, that the idea of them painting both of
themselves by the
river in the afternoon with a naked man between them, never occurred
to them. Or maybe it occurred to them, but they couldn't find any that
would. Or maybe they wanted to go on a picnic alone. Obviously, then
you would have to deduce that they would rather paint women fully
clothed looking through their
binoculars (maybe at naked men who didn't want to be at the picnic but
were across the river who knows?) then paint naked male models sitting
on the
side of a bathtub, by a river, or having lunch. Or maybe a fruit
basket on a table. Or a jockey or a ballerina. But that's not
the point. The point is that even with their rivalries and
disagreements, they still helped each other
and understood each other's weaknesses and strengths. Obviously,
Renoir must have picked up
on the fact that Cassatt wasn't as good at painting plump, luscious
naked women as he was and so he felt
that that was something he could do and so he took care of that
aspect. And that was big of him.
Each one brought something to the group. Degas could be pompous and
arrogant, Cassatt was known
to be independent and assertive, and then Morisot on the other hand
was more retiring but charming in a
fragile way that is reflective in her paintings. Renoir, confident and
also charming, happy painting naked women while the other smarter guys
painted trees outside in the snow. While they relied
on each other for support, their differences provided as much
inspiration as their similarities.
And, of course it was a great time to be alive. They had an acute
sense of "the here and the now."
They had a refusal to be tightly defined. There were no rules. No
standards of judgements were applied.
They had a fierce dedication. And fierce dedication is a wonderful
thing even if some people go a little overboard and can't see the
forests for the trees or the cream in their coffee. And they all
learned how to put up with Degas.
Remember, as you view the exhibit how deeply all the painters cared
for each other, how much
they helped each other and how they were truly a group, even tho they
spent lots of time
alone, painting their pictures and getting drunk at cafes. While not
the only group in history
who have worked together, they certainly are a famous one, not
enjoying the notoriety while they
were alive that they enjoy today, while they are dead.
They were very lucky.
___________________
So Kanga and Roo stayed in the Forest. And every Tuesday Kanga spent
the day with her great friend Pooh, teaching him to jump, and every
Tuesday Piglet spent the day with his great friend Christopher Robin.
So they were all happy again.
None
Do you expect throngs of people consuming alcohol for 12 hours straight by
the close of the exhibition? If so, have plenty of cops with pepper spray
on hand to villify after causing a few minutes of discomfort to a couple of
rampaging art fans trying to shred the Bazille to take a scrap home with
them.
"Alex" <a.o...@worldnet.att.net> wrote in message
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I Done Changed My Name
the wall of the Keating Kabin:
>Do you expect throngs of people consuming alcohol for 12 hours straight by
>the close of the exhibition? If so, have plenty of cops with pepper spray
>on hand to villify after causing a few minutes of discomfort to a couple of
>rampaging art fans trying to shred the Bazille to take a scrap home with
>them.
Okay, sock puppet, whatever you say...
KRC
None
by
> >the close of the exhibition? If so, have plenty of cops with pepper
spray
> >on hand to villify after causing a few minutes of discomfort to a couple
of
> >rampaging art fans trying to shred the Bazille to take a scrap home with
> >them.
>
> Okay, sock puppet, whatever you say...
What, OU football fans don't include a huge number of borderline alcoholics
predisposed to violence? This will be news for the rest of the country.
Tulsa Hippy
I remember the opening of my own first one-man show, in the spring of 1980.
I spent hours hanging the show on Thursday and Friday in anticipation of the
formal opening on Saturday evening. It was, at that time, the largest
photography exhibit ever mounted in that particular gallery.
On Saturday morning, I drove to the liquor store where I purchased a case of
champagne, okay a case of *cheap* champagne, and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
At the gallery, I put the champagne on ice, straightened a few frames, and
then went to visit Harry, a friend from Long Island.
Harry and I spent the day drinking beer, drinking the Jack, and trading bong
hits. I got cleaned up about 5 and headed back to the gallery for the 7pm
opening. Even after showering and brushing my teeth, I was still about as
drunk as Cooter Brown, but absolutely high on life and on the exhilaration
of my first one man show.
At the gallery, I carried a glass of champagne with me as I greeted the
guests, both personal friends and invited guests. I struck up a
conversation with the managing editor of the major regional newspaper,
hoping to pick up some additional work in the future.
Eating and living indoors, after all, are about all I expect out of life.
His career, since that time, has taken him from editing a Pulitzer Prize
winning newspaper to being a News Division President for one of the national
networks.
Harry had continued, in my absence, to drink beer and whiskey, and to hit on
the bong. He arrived late, still dressed in blue jeans and a tee shirt,
reeking of booze, beer, and bong water. He headed to the table where the
coed who eventually graduated to become the Insane Ex-Wife from Hell(tm) was
serving the cheap champagne in plastic wine glasses.
It was, after all, a first class operation.
Harry came over to us. I greeted him whole-heartedly and introduced him to
the editor. After a day's practice at shots of whisky, Harry just opened
his throat and threw back the glass of champagne. As soon as his head came
back to center, I knew something was wrong.
His eyes were red, and not just from the bong. He was sweating, and not
from the heat. He started convulsing, and then looked me straight in the
eyes.
Then he puked.
The managing editor of the regional daily paper and I both watched as vomit
spewed forth from Harry's mouth. He propelled a brownish mixture of Mostly
Beer(tm) and Whatever was for Breakfast(tm), all mixed up with gastric
juices and the best part of a fifth of Jack Daniels Kentucky Bourbon, across
the front of the editor's suit.
The editor made squishy noises as he ran to the restroom and left foot
shaped rings of puke on the carpet.
I sent Harry home with a couple of friends.
The gallery banned alcohol at future openings. Go figure.
During the month that the show was up, I sporadically dropped in to see who
might be in the gallery. On one occasion, a pair of young men were going
from photograph to photograph with one man explaining to the other all kinds
of really cool things that even I didn't know about my own work.
Without critics, of course, an artist is lucky to be able to find his ass
with both hands.
Neither of them knew who I was as I trailed them around the walls, lagging a
few feet behind them.
They came to a night time architectural piece, part of the Pictures of Light
series that garnered some regional attention. The one man explained to the
other the great difficulty in printing the image. The burning and dodging
were evident, he insisted, which caused me to speak up and insist that it
was a straight print.
The young man disagreed and insisted that was impossible, even though, well,
I've always done my own black and white lab work and took great pride in my
printing abilities.
I tried to explain about time exposure, about H&D curves, about reciprocity
failure, about paper grades, and about selenium toners. He insisted I was
wrong. This was a very complex image to print, he insisted.
Then I told him who I was and that the image was a straight print from an
exposure that I had timed by smoking cigarettes. I "bracketed" the night
exposures by smoking more or fewer cigarettes while the camera, mounted on a
tripod, had the shutter stopped open.
The two young men were silent and left shortly afterwards.
I reprinted that particular image again about ten years ago, in preparation
for Persistence of Vision, my twenty year retrospective exhibit in 1992.
Those were straight prints, too.
Fred
"Alex" <a.o...@worldnet.att.net> wrote in message
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> Tuesday, November 14 something other than football will
> be displayed at The University of Oklahoma. The Weitzenhoffer
> Collection will show itself off at The Fred Jones Museum of Art,
> located at 410 West Boyd Street in Norman. Mostly impressionist
> paintings by painters such as Van Gogh, Pissaro, Monet and
> Toulous Lautrec will be exhibited.
<SNIP>
*******
Oklahoma: Thar be witches here.
Guv'mint Shill #666
the wall of the Keating Kabin:
--cut--
>What, OU football fans don't include a huge number of borderline alcoholics
>predisposed to violence? This will be news for the rest of the country.
I think that can be said for any football team, but what does that
have to do with an exhibition of Impressionist art?
KRC
Guv'mint Shill #666
<tulsa...@aol.comdongle> scrawled on the wall of the Keating Kabin:
>Hi Ellen.
When Jerry said she showed up via e-mail, I knew it wouldn't be long
before she came back here. Amazingly, she's still with AT&T...
KRC
Jerry Morgan
Not so amazing, really.
You are over-looking the $500 @ $5 a month 'abuse fine' that AT&T
slapped on her. They don't want to kick her off before the fine is
paid in full. She will probably be 'with them' for a long time to
come.
It's all part of the 'enforced customer loyalty program'. ;-)
Alex
>
>Fred
>
Do you have any idea how long The Wild Fork has been in Utica Square?
I'm glad you have an interest in photography. Hobbies are very
important.
Your writing isn't too bad either.
Guv'mint Shill #666
scrawled on the wall of the Keating Kabin:
--cut--
>Do you have any idea how long The Wild Fork has been in Utica Square?
>
>I'm glad you have an interest in photography. Hobbies are very
>important.
>
>Your writing isn't too bad either.
Parody: A literary or artistic work that imitates the characteristic
style of an author or a work for comic effect or ridicule.
KRC
Alex
Piglet: Gallant animal of small size who faced up to Woozles,
Heffalumps, Wizzles and Jagulars. Shows courage. Has more
brains than other people might give him credit for. Likes to
say tra la la whenever he wants to.
Alex
>> >Do you expect throngs of people consuming alcohol for 12 hours straight
>by
>> >the close of the exhibition? If so, have plenty of cops with pepper
>spray
>> >on hand to villify after causing a few minutes of discomfort to a couple
>of
>> >rampaging art fans trying to shred the Bazille to take a scrap home with
>> >them.
>>
>> Okay, sock puppet, whatever you say...
>
>What, OU football fans don't include a huge number of borderline alcoholics
>predisposed to violence? This will be news for the rest of the country.
>
>
Hmmmmm...then perhaps to Di Blasio's Farolito.....
Almost sunset.
In the Jack Vettriano painting.
Dancing under the umbrellas?
A golf cart wiggles by on the sand. A penguin conducts
the orchestra. They're all wearing Hawaiian shirts. Everyone
ignores the storm. Someone is yelling, chasing after a small
girl who runs by clutching a handful of violets. The dancers
dance on, unaware. The golf cart stalls. Someone jumps out
to fix it. The Dave Clark Five drop down by helicopter.
The guy fixing the golf cart tosses his cigar in the air and
it explodes into thousands of stars, but the dancers press on.
The stars spell out the name Ring Lardner and a small voice says,
"Are we lost daddy?
"Shut up", is the reply. And the music plays on.
A woman with a small blonde haired boy walks thru, waiting while
he picks up shells, she is looking out at the ocean, never letting go
of his
hand. She doesn't care about dangling participles at all.
His bucket is almost full when he sees another boy, about his
age, scooping water out of his boat, which is full of water.
They both watch for a long time and the small shell collector finally
says,
"Why is he scooping the water out of his boat? It doesn't seem to
be doing any good?"
She replies, "He has to. The boat is sort of like Life."
She sighs and picks up a shell to put in the bucket.
"It doesn't seem like Life. It looks like a boat. Can it
just be a boat?" He sounds a little worried.
"Of course. It can be whatever you want it to be."
He says, very seriously because he is always very serious,
"I want it to be a boat."
He lugs the bucket, never letting go of her hand and seems a little
happier. The dancers dance on, tenderly, a word you don't hear much
anymore.
An old woman wearing an apron rushes by yelling for someone who
has decided to run away hiding in a barn, reading a book. The girl
finally looks up from her book and climbs down the ladder and tries
to ignore the frantic look on the old woman's face. The old woman
takes
her hand and says, "I have been looking and looking for you. Don't
ever
make me worry like that again" and then she bursts into tears. The
culprit
has never seen her cry and feels terrible as they walk the long path
back
to the house. She stops on the way and picks some violets as a peace
offering,
knowing violets are the favorite flower. It works. After dinner they
dry all
the dishes and she has to listen to Tennessee Ernie Ford and wonder
why
she is so horrid. Horrid, horrid, horrid.
Back to the beach.
As the dancers dance on, the small boy says, "Why are they holding
umbrellas?"
"Well, it looks like they are protecting the dancers, don't you
think?"
He thinks about this for a minute and says, "From what"?
"Well, from the storm." She points to the dark clouds, not far away.
"They don't seem to notice the clouds, do they?"
"Hmmmm...I guess not. But the umbrella holders know. The umbrella
holders are
very smart."
They watch as the umbrella holders patiently hold the umbrellas and
the dancing continues.
"Who are The Dave Clark Five?"
"A band."
"Why are they playing?"
"I don't know."
Farolito fades out and Because fades In. The golf cart rolls off,
tilting this way and
that. The dancing continues.
They pass an old man with an easel, painting. Flowers, flowers,
flowers.
He must be painting from memory because no flowers are around.
And a voice from nowhere, somewhere, whispers, "Just start with a
rose."
The wind picks up and the ocean is that lovely blue. As they walk on,
they notice
things that have been washed up ashore. Shells, of course. A red
cowboy boot,
not new. A hat. A small turtle walks by. So does Calvin Coolidge.
Which is good, because she always wondered why Calvin Coolidge liked
having
vaseline rubbed on his head while he lay in bed eating his breakfast.
He marches by in a hurry, so she doesn't have time to ask him.
"Was that Calvin Coolidge?"
"Yes, I guess it was."
"Well, why didn't George Washington smile in any of his pictures?"
"Hmmmm...I think it was because he didn't have any teeth."
"No teeth?"
"Well, maybe just one?"
"Which one?"
"Hmmm....I think just a central incisor. Sometimes he wore teeth made
from horses"
"From horses's teeth?"
"I think so."
"Does George W. Bush have all his teeth?
"Hmmm...I think so."
"Does Al Gore?"
"I would think so, yes."
They walk on and notice more and more dancers.
She says, "Would you like to hear a horse joke?"
The boy thinks and thinks and then says, "No."
He thinks for a moment.
"Even tho George Washington didn't have any teeth,
he was still smart, wasn't he?
"Very smart."
"Didn't he mention something about not forming political parties?"
"Well yes I believe he did."
"I love parties. Especially birthday parties."
"So do I."
They walked on, around the dunes, picking up shells from time to
time, listening to The Dave Clark Five, watching penguins in their
tuxedos tune up their violins.
And the dancers danced, the umbrellas shook but the holders held on
tight, and
the music played on.
Renoir knew. Jack knows.
And Danny Thomas.
What a nose.
<sigh>
dd
a.o...@worldnet.att.net (Alex) wrote:
>
> Tuesday, November 14 something other than football will
> be displayed at The University of Oklahoma. The Weitzenhoffer
> Collection will show itself off at The Fred Jones Museum of Art,
> located at 410 West Boyd Street in Norman. Mostly impressionist
> paintings by painters such as Van Gogh, Pissaro, Monet and
> Toulous Lautrec will be exhibited.
>
I walked over from my office this afternoon to
see this exhibit.
I thought, "boy, heres a chance to finally get
some real good culture".
I was expecting to see some great paintings.
I can't believe it. The damn things were all
fuzzy. You had to stand back about 20 feet from
them before they even started to get nice and
sharp.
I would say that somebody goofed somewhere. If
we are going to have a fancy art gallery here
in Oklahoma, then somebody ought to at least
get some pictures that are not all fuzzy.
They should have called this the "nearsighted
painters" exhibit.
Alex
>In article <3a0f7183...@netnews.worldnet.att.net>,
>a.o...@worldnet.att.net (Alex) wrote:
>
>>
>> Tuesday, November 14 something other than football will
>> be displayed at The University of Oklahoma. The Weitzenhoffer
>> Collection will show itself off at The Fred Jones Museum of Art,
>> located at 410 West Boyd Street in Norman. Mostly impressionist
>> paintings by painters such as Van Gogh, Pissaro, Monet and
>> Toulous Lautrec will be exhibited.
>>
>
>I walked over from my office this afternoon to
>see this exhibit.
>
>I thought, "boy, heres a chance to finally get
>some real good culture".
I'll bet you did.
>
>I was expecting to see some great paintings.
Oh really?
What paintings do you consider great?
>
>I can't believe it.
You sound stunned. It was probably all that
culture hitting you in the face all at once.
> The damn things were all
>fuzzy.
I'm sorry. It sounded like you just referred to Renoir, Monet, Manet,
Pisarro, Cassatt paintings as "the damn things?"
>You had to stand back about 20 feet from
>them before they even started to get nice and
>sharp.
Some impressionist paintings sorta have a fuzzy look.
It's like part of their charm. You have heard of the word "charm"?
Oh sure you have.
It's like what you exude all the time. You'll have to excuse
Renor et al. They weren't into the whole comic book thing or cartoon
character stuff on plastic cups that you might be more familiar with.
>I would say that somebody goofed somewhere.
Um.....Renoir "goofed"?
> If
>we are going to have a fancy art gallery here
>in Oklahoma, then somebody ought to at least
>get some pictures that are not all fuzzy.
>
>They should have called this the "nearsighted
>painters" exhibit.
Thanks for your review. Your views on art, and painting
in particular, are something I've really been interested in hearing
about.
dd
a.o...@worldnet.att.net (Alex) wrote:
> >
> >I was expecting to see some great paintings.
>
> Oh really?
> What paintings do you consider great?
>
How about some good Norman Rockwell paintings?
Might as well go first-class and get the very
best.
Timothy Melton
Yep. Ellen's back.
Tim
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Timothy Melton
Alex <a.o...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
[major snip]
>What a nose.
>
><sigh>
Welcome back Ellen!!
Guv'mint Shill #666
the wall of the Keating Kabin:
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>How about some good Norman Rockwell paintings?
>Might as well go first-class and get the very
>best.
Why did I figure that would be your answer? I guess it's because I
know you have problems with something that requires interpretation
(i.e. thinking about it), and when there isn't a kooky conspiracy
behind it - well, your thought processes end there.
KRC
robert lindsay
Alex <a.o...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
>On Tue, 14 Nov 2000 22:25:14 GMT, shill@usguv'mint.com (Guv'mint Shill
>#666) wrote:
>
>>On Tue, 14 Nov 2000 21:59:32 GMT, a.o...@worldnet.att.net (Alex)
>>
>>--cut--
>>
>>>
>>>I'm glad you have an interest in photography. Hobbies are very
>>>important.
>>>
>>>Your writing isn't too bad either.
>>
>>Parody: A literary or artistic work that imitates the characteristic
>>style of an author or a work for comic effect or ridicule.
>>
>Piglet: Gallant animal of small size who faced up to Woozles,
>Heffalumps, Wizzles and Jagulars. Shows courage. Has more
>brains than other people might give him credit for. Likes to
>say tra la la whenever he wants to.
Philosphy published under 'Te of Piglet', counterpoint to
'Tao of Pooh'
--
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angel...@my-deja.com
dem...@telepath.com (dd) wrote:
> In article <3a11fb62...@netnews.worldnet.att.net>,
> a.o...@worldnet.att.net (Alex) wrote:
>
> > >
> >
> > Oh really?
> > What paintings do you consider great?
> >
>
> Might as well go first-class and get the very
> best.
>
his stuff.
Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/
Before you buy.
angel...@my-deja.com
dem...@telepath.com (dd) wrote:
> In article <3a11fb62...@netnews.worldnet.att.net>,
> a.o...@worldnet.att.net (Alex) wrote:
>
> > >
> >
> > Oh really?
> > What paintings do you consider great?
> >
>
angel...@my-deja.com
dem...@telepath.com (dd) wrote:
> In article <3a11fb62...@netnews.worldnet.att.net>,
> a.o...@worldnet.att.net (Alex) wrote:
>
> > >
> >
> > Oh really?
> > What paintings do you consider great?
> >
>
> Might as well go first-class and get the very
> best.
some one should have a least put some nice rockwelll pictures here.
i would like to see pictures.