Commissioned charcoal portraits that capture the spirit of an individual-whether it be a baby, a child or an elderly parent. Travel paintings that radiate a sense of humanity. The Homeless People Project plus paintings of animals and miniature abstracts.
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 | | I love traveling and learning about other cultures. I think if I had not been dealt such a strong suit in art--I could possibly have become an anthropologist. And although art is my 'gift', I am a perpetual learner and I am always documenting my experiences, my 'lessons', with a camera. |
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 | | When I paint, especially with the abstracts, I go to an inner world that is just for me. In some ways it is like I am attending a school that only I know about. It is a place where I go to learn first hand what color is about. |
 | | These are portraits that I did in the early 80s at the Carrboro ArtCenter in Carrboro, NC. I was the moderator for a life drawing class and I would often ask the participants of the Meet Your Neighbor Club (which shared the same space with the center at that time) to model for us instead of hiring a professional model. Over a period of about 5 years I drew over 35 seniors and used the portraits for my earliest solo shows at the Carrboro ArtCenter and the Durham Arts Council. |
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Golden Belt
807 East Main Street--Bldg 3, Studio 106
Durham, NC 27701
United States
| I grew up in a small German community in rural Wisconsin called New Holstein. My father was our town's insurance agent, my mom was his secretary, and their business was in our home.
I was the youngest of four children and spent many hours drawing and painting with my two older sisters (who are now artists as well). When I finally left home for California and college, my father began to paint and never stopped until he was in his late 80s. He had become a folk artist, and as his children; we never really understood that concept. We thought an artist was a person who could paint a picture that looked exactly like the object or scene that lay in front of them. We cared about realism and thought for most of those years that our dad was not really a very good artist.
In my own art I've gone through a realism stage that has lasted for years and am just beginning to move on to something different. My acrylic paintings are an attempt on my part to loosen up and to enjoy the challenge of pushing color to its... |
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