tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38454269147821515172024-02-22T12:27:06.477-05:00Philip Koch PaintingsObservations on life as a landscape painter in the 21st century.Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comBlogger701125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-21152539564299399822023-12-03T15:15:00.008-05:002023-12-03T15:44:53.231-05:00Background on Two New Paintings<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iFkvc84-khDzfLavs_oR5rOHIVmcFi6RI478xCjrABU6X4IywZQuQ3nD8s8sUQ3QJNhwHFVmFutfGHIrVoFnxkTQoGPuqeUXWPXmS2OD98V1XRWvo0GfiwmbvkhkBxq8o6R4T5IL5S1FaVS6Q1EJRvQtLfniGLqH4pZP-NnRJ_obJVS3McOyNwXYj70K/s580/SummerIslland23=20x300-72-8in-Height.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="580" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_iFkvc84-khDzfLavs_oR5rOHIVmcFi6RI478xCjrABU6X4IywZQuQ3nD8s8sUQ3QJNhwHFVmFutfGHIrVoFnxkTQoGPuqeUXWPXmS2OD98V1XRWvo0GfiwmbvkhkBxq8o6R4T5IL5S1FaVS6Q1EJRvQtLfniGLqH4pZP-NnRJ_obJVS3McOyNwXYj70K/w640-h424/SummerIslland23=20x300-72-8in-Height.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Summer Island, </i>oil on canvas, 20 x 30 inches, 2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My painting <i>Summer Island</i> is at <a href="https://somervillemanning.com" target="_blank">Somerville Manning Gallery</a> in Greenville, DE. Funny story behind it. Originally I painted a nearby peninsula extending into the waters of a northern lake. The far shore was close by as well and was heavily forested. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I liked the result but as I studied the painting I found the most intrigue in the wonderfully irregular rhythms of the peninsula in the foreground. Wanting to give that the star billing I painted on it further and gradually pushed the background farther and farther into the distance. Eventually the distant forests dissolved into peaceful atmospheric blues.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Finally the foreground trees seemed to ask to stand alone, so I cut the peninsula off from the shore. The remaining little island seemed happiest with it new untethered status.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhia0aynO6iAShW92yePDse4fTLQ4248h5j8oah4iSM71sMjWACylDXaubEbcsixm1TRNGrjFiTlnJ69EiByBDgvSx3OCrf8DvbfQ73zqwLHQgPXXlnCSpyu2MHmZB7yixURq518SJFrMhd6oxt_IKCEy2XBi5iOLU44M_SIvdDzE5HGwLIYzVqF8ukM1Fl/s720/KitchenTableTruroStudio23-18x24-72LG-H.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="720" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhia0aynO6iAShW92yePDse4fTLQ4248h5j8oah4iSM71sMjWACylDXaubEbcsixm1TRNGrjFiTlnJ69EiByBDgvSx3OCrf8DvbfQ73zqwLHQgPXXlnCSpyu2MHmZB7yixURq518SJFrMhd6oxt_IKCEy2XBi5iOLU44M_SIvdDzE5HGwLIYzVqF8ukM1Fl/w640-h474/KitchenTableTruroStudio23-18x24-72LG-H.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i> Kitchen Table, Truro Studio, </i>oil on panel, 18 x 24 inches, 2023</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Kitchen Table, Truro Studio</i> is in the new exhibition <i>The Mind's Eye: Turning Inward </i>at <a href="https://courthousegallery.com">Courthouse Gallery Fine Art</a> in Ellsworth, ME Dec. 6 - Jan. 18, 2024. The gallery invited its artists to reflect on how the turn to our colder season can nudge our state of mind into new and more contemplative territory. </span><span style="font-size: large;">Mulling the idea over I chose to re-examine a view I'd painted before when I was staying and working in the artist Edward Hopper's former studio on Cape Cod. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The cooler weather drives us indoors. Most of us probably spend a little extra time musing at the kitchen table. An earlier painting of Hopper's kitchen I'd made was more a wide-angle view of room. This time I wanted to celebrate the modest comfort one might find from a single wooden chair and the simple table. It's a tribute to a painter from an earlier generation whose work has been such an inspiration for my own paintings.</span></div><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-44905581187891873142023-05-18T19:57:00.015-04:002023-05-19T17:16:18.420-04:00Colors of June / Colors of September<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1zWNB3K01UKtQbfzjSz9gNTzzeSzvnZTLnF7dae4CCHXJjRhEeVt4Z5xsF59nr95tH6zsHVvFo__jY33RwBTnX7Nw2vcJyWjIjeKAE8pJdr8Pwan-ALow6YeKnz3LJmjoWtPdLCY63p1YGA3klLMEDWn5kVlvpngSSKUXV6CyU0ukGl6dxyF9cT1Qw/s576/WarmSeptember20-14x21-72B.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="576" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1zWNB3K01UKtQbfzjSz9gNTzzeSzvnZTLnF7dae4CCHXJjRhEeVt4Z5xsF59nr95tH6zsHVvFo__jY33RwBTnX7Nw2vcJyWjIjeKAE8pJdr8Pwan-ALow6YeKnz3LJmjoWtPdLCY63p1YGA3klLMEDWn5kVlvpngSSKUXV6CyU0ukGl6dxyF9cT1Qw/w640-h422/WarmSeptember20-14x21-72B.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Philip Koch, <i>Warm September, </i>oil on panel, 14 x 21inches, 2020</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Art expresses the emotions painters have about their subject. Sometimes though it's the opposite. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>This is my painting </span><i><span>Warm September</span></i><span> that is at </span><a href="https://somervillemanning.com/artists/philip-koch/" rel="" target="_blank"><span>Somerville Manning Gallery</span></a><span> in Delaware. </span>I started the piece by painting with mostly verdant green colors over three hot June afternoons. To be honest it was sort of weather that starts you longing for a crisp Fall day. Later back in my studio I gave in to that fantasy and changed the calendar on that painting to a more temperate Fall day. Liked the result a lot.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><span>This was the second painting I made from that spot. I'd found this subject when I came across a lovingly maintained split rail fence at the side of a field in East Aurora, NY. This </span></span><span><span>was an area the fanciful painter Charles Burchfield favored for his own landscapes (I was the Artist in Residence for</span> </span><span>the Burchfield Penney Art Center in nearby Buffalo from 2015-18). </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here below is the first on site oil I made of the fence. The painting on my portable easel was the basis for a larger painting, <i>Split Rail Fence, </i>oil on canvas, 30 x 40 inches that's now in the Permanent Collection of the Burchfield Penney Art Center. In the distance is the cupola on the barn in <i>Warm September.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXdYPa3w3OR8CJsAmseyPxyusiHQi5uDytpVYurW5cBzmXvvHDA405M8VlLKxmbLh_9nWjzthvUfmQ7yTR4XwNvjF-CsFZ3wd8SqGXziBCE6LxKTpehGyjFbvcUB-kyIhdGoqGtyu1vvhEWBnrdDEnePKjvsX2a37jveGGI11_lKVzByB5bD7d9WjQg/s640/EastAuroraEasel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDXdYPa3w3OR8CJsAmseyPxyusiHQi5uDytpVYurW5cBzmXvvHDA405M8VlLKxmbLh_9nWjzthvUfmQ7yTR4XwNvjF-CsFZ3wd8SqGXziBCE6LxKTpehGyjFbvcUB-kyIhdGoqGtyu1vvhEWBnrdDEnePKjvsX2a37jveGGI11_lKVzByB5bD7d9WjQg/w480-h640/EastAuroraEasel.jpg" width="480" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /> <p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-33165053796497029742023-04-17T13:54:00.007-04:002023-04-17T14:10:45.805-04:00My painting Canopy featured on Redfin's article about Rochester, NY<p><a href="https://www.redfin.com/blog/beautiful-places-in-rochester-ny/">/</a></p><p style="color: #0d0d14; font-family: Helvetica; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 24px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #182d65; text-decoration: underline;">Philip Koch Paintings </span>was named a local expert of Rochester, NY, <span style="color: black;">on </span>Redfin. Check out the article we were featured in: <a href="https://www.redfin.com/blog/beautiful-places-in-rochester-ny/"><span style="color: #0b5ab2;">15 Beautiful Places in Rochester, NY |</span></a><span style="color: #103cc0;"> <a href="https://www.redfin.com/rentals">Redfin</a></span></span></p><div><br /></div><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">Redfin's article includes my painting <i style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Canopy, </i><span style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">oil on canvas, 40 x 30 inches, 2023 (see below).</span> It was inspired by my memories of the old growth forest I grew up in along the shore of Lake Ontario. After I would get off the school bus I had a long walk home along a winding road through the woods. After school you could take your time. I'd walk slowly, soaking in nature's indelible personality. </span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">One thing about forests that have never been cut down- they're tall</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">. Your eye follows the tree trunks as they s</span><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">oared upward, ending in an interlaced network of branches. You're almost compelled to cast your gaze upward. I'm convinced the architects who designed the historic <span>European cathedrals had this in mind. </span></span></p><p><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Here's the segment from Redfin-</span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><h2 style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); clear: both; color: var(--ast-global-color-2); font-family: "Libre Franklin", sans-serif; font-size: 1.85em; font-weight: 400; line-height: 1.25em; margin: 0px 0px 20px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">4. Take in the scenery of Gosnell Big Woods Preserve</h2><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Libre Franklin", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1.3em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">“I grew up in the only remaining old-growth forest in Monroe County, the Gosnell Big Woods Preserve in the Rochester suburb of Webster,” shares<span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><a data-wpel-link="external" href="https://philipkochpaintings.blogspot.com/" rel="external noopener noreferrer" style="border: 0px; box-shadow: none; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0c82a5; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; transition: all 0.2s linear 0s; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank"><span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Philip Koch Paintings</span></a>. “Its network of hiking trails is open to the public. The commanding height of its trees enchanted me as a child. Years later, I became a professional artist and frequently make paintings about this vivid memory. Here’s my oil on canvas painting, <span style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; font-style: italic; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Canopy</span>, 2023.”</p><p style="border: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Libre Franklin", sans-serif; font-size: 18px; margin: 0px 0px 1.3em; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="Oil painting called canopy by Philip Koch" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-82679 aligncenter" height="864" loading="lazy" sizes="(max-width: 642px) 100vw, 642px" src="https://www.redfin.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/Canopy23-40x30LG-H-72.jpg" srcset="https://www.redfin.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/Canopy23-40x30LG-H-72.jpg 642w, https://www.redfin.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/Canopy23-40x30LG-H-72-223x300.jpg 223w, https://www.redfin.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/Canopy23-40x30LG-H-72-111x150.jpg 111w, https://www.redfin.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2023/03/Canopy23-40x30LG-H-72-468x630.jpg 468w" style="border-radius: 0px; border: none; box-shadow: none; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; display: block; height: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; max-width: 100%; text-align: center; vertical-align: middle;" width="642" /></p></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-80399019820413243392023-02-10T12:06:00.010-05:002023-02-10T13:29:32.325-05:00Maier Museum of Art Acquires Work by Philip Koch<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknaQRKzCgOEQE_QFq-rk6fHXbE-cc8FzKUHt_zJZT6HiZRK-p3SSnJtCrvhgoY2cBCM-w42gSpByJWORZNF8PcQFGpgGlp7wx6suuvexC5fKb0RRd6S7u7xsP9TWg_MLRgR_ywRm_jojnyXs3yHxI0rbWNmF1Ic7JN_G3pQunQ_b8dpowgKM5xB6TsA/s648/EHoppersStudioTruroChar20Lighten-7x14-9inc72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="648" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjknaQRKzCgOEQE_QFq-rk6fHXbE-cc8FzKUHt_zJZT6HiZRK-p3SSnJtCrvhgoY2cBCM-w42gSpByJWORZNF8PcQFGpgGlp7wx6suuvexC5fKb0RRd6S7u7xsP9TWg_MLRgR_ywRm_jojnyXs3yHxI0rbWNmF1Ic7JN_G3pQunQ_b8dpowgKM5xB6TsA/w640-h320/EHoppersStudioTruroChar20Lighten-7x14-9inc72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Edward Hopper's Studio, Truro, </i> vine charcoal, 7 x 14 inches, 2020, Maier Museum of</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Art at Randolph College, Lynchburg, VA</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>I'm happy the<a href="http://maiermuseum.org" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> Maier Museum of Art at Randolph College</a> in Virginia has acquired my drawing above for their permanent collection. The drawing touches on my own history and the role seeing the work of the Edward Hopper played in my own career. While m</span><span>y own art is quite different than that of Edward Hopper I count his as my best teacher. A</span><span>s a young painter </span><span>I began by making abstract canvases. But after it seeing his strong light and solid volumes it felt as if Hopper had tapped me on the shoulder saying "You know you really want to be a realist."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My drawing was inspired both by my many residencies staying and working in Edward Hopper's studio on Cape Cod and by a particular Hopper painting in the Maier Museum's collection, <i>Mrs. Scott's House</i>. Initially I'd known of the Maier painting through reproductions. It fascinated me for the almost other-worldly starkness in its massive rolling sand dunes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbeUfrqzZMWJrUIjDuO0VRAn02SsOQbb8hCT4Vz2UKVQYkbN-4x6XxWbcgrG-omyomMBdMVGI2gFQBblaqcicY63kc2PruH8KikVU5PxlyGtMEmcS0YvP3czdUot9oIWM_6SE67Fl_UoyniKqBePjLVYPk4vchjcCtldNWaF-9S7HnHf9Zz3NOGxM2Q/s448/HopperMrsScott'sHouse.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="306" data-original-width="448" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbeUfrqzZMWJrUIjDuO0VRAn02SsOQbb8hCT4Vz2UKVQYkbN-4x6XxWbcgrG-omyomMBdMVGI2gFQBblaqcicY63kc2PruH8KikVU5PxlyGtMEmcS0YvP3czdUot9oIWM_6SE67Fl_UoyniKqBePjLVYPk4vchjcCtldNWaF-9S7HnHf9Zz3NOGxM2Q/w640-h440/HopperMrsScott'sHouse.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Edward Hopper, <i> Mrs. Scott's House, </i>oil on canvas, 1932, Maier Museum of Art at Randolph College</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hopper fell in love with Cape Cod on his first visit in 1930 and began searching for a location to build a painting studio. Two years later he painted <i>Mrs. Scott's House, </i>a house and outbuilding a few hundred yards from the spot where he would build his own studio.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My charcoal drawing was done in preparation for a large studio painting I made of Hopper's studio-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWghq9n5_xbYPi_99ZTvFuk6vPrcit8ibsrehdT4qPUqjhcmz-wh4P4sPDEFnkpkGDW1vpMxHfS5R7POfLTwY9ajPILfkHssNmHbHixIi-XKbjJ2tqrrWYZPFEo9t-cm_QsuTFevkmOZD4Rt7kFSlGgAqUsj5aogshEUsL4NZEerc85XJrIMiTco8Lg/s720/EdwardHoppersStudioTruro20-28x56-72-10inch..jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWghq9n5_xbYPi_99ZTvFuk6vPrcit8ibsrehdT4qPUqjhcmz-wh4P4sPDEFnkpkGDW1vpMxHfS5R7POfLTwY9ajPILfkHssNmHbHixIi-XKbjJ2tqrrWYZPFEo9t-cm_QsuTFevkmOZD4Rt7kFSlGgAqUsj5aogshEUsL4NZEerc85XJrIMiTco8Lg/w640-h320/EdwardHoppersStudioTruro20-28x56-72-10inch..jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Edward Hopper's Studio, Truro</i>, oil on canvas, 28 x 56 inches, 2020, private collection</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you were to stand today in the vantage point for my painting, you would find Mrs. Scott's House is just over your right shoulder.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The art in museums can shake us out of our normal habits. Seeing the Maier's Hopper reminded me everything has a changing history, even the appearance of a landscape. In Hopper's day much of Truro's dunes were largely bare (19th century famers cleared off thousands of trees). Hopper, who had an eye for the unexpected, loved this and used it to distinct advantage in his paintings of Cape Cod, probably most tellingly in Maier's painting.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Mrs. Scott's House </i>reminded me painting can speak to us about the passage of time- about how much change I had witnessed since I started staying in the Hopper studio in 1983. The hillsides I found then were gradually reforesting. Today the view in my drawing has been all but obscured with new trees. It struck me I needed to make a drawing and a painting that change. </span></div><p></p></div>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-71579170138532138982022-12-21T17:57:00.011-05:002022-12-22T22:29:59.924-05:00 Edward Hopper Didn't Like to Teach But Still Offers Great Lessons<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkh5WPYZSwYGvYxx8YYoRibI1b-3JS2HgIH-3Sq-SOttP2BCGl9W3mfIvuiWuVZagASO2e1a2mpR13ZXOo0re-n1Bl7CrFWW_6JFsH5REtr4uWLyiwgrroH6k4HGEeF2_PvVFTliTp-D4pFXh-gosgWbhaWGbZ3RtJmcsLb3vdw-rw8tPJVK59KPu_BQ/s2923/IMG_0871.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2794" data-original-width="2923" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkh5WPYZSwYGvYxx8YYoRibI1b-3JS2HgIH-3Sq-SOttP2BCGl9W3mfIvuiWuVZagASO2e1a2mpR13ZXOo0re-n1Bl7CrFWW_6JFsH5REtr4uWLyiwgrroH6k4HGEeF2_PvVFTliTp-D4pFXh-gosgWbhaWGbZ3RtJmcsLb3vdw-rw8tPJVK59KPu_BQ/w400-h383/IMG_0871.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Edward Hopper, <i>Summertime</i>, oil on canvas, 1943, Delaware Art Museum</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was in Wilmington, DE today dropping off a new painting at <a href="http://somervillemanning.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Somerville Manning Gallery</a>. Before heading home I stopped by the <a href="https://delart.org" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Delaware Art Museum</a>. I always resolve not to focus on old favorites at the museum, but my feet had other ideas and planted me in front of Edward Hopper's <i>Summertime</i>. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Famously awkward around others, Hopper taught very little during his life and commented he didn't like doing it. But he painted on a level brimming with his distinctive creative way of seeing. His paintings teach our eyes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some time ago in a blogpost I talked about how Hopper did great inventive things with shapes on this canvas. I noted this today and was about leave when I saw something I hadn't noticed before in the woman's legs. The left one is way more cool in color than the right (in person this shows much better than in my lowly iPhone photograph). Hopper went to great lengths to make the changing colors in her legs add a note of surprise. Adjusting and adding subtle variations in color brings the richness of reality to painting.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSnp9smNd8PcyDjRFj4XNHeQXBQMfetc1n0SgyBGQoZUfi2AKOFTNJd7H7LZnU8NXV_FUy6ymgQrdcUyBIFznNEujKRMT384dKHMfh0q_J9Idl6RNtWUEvGhNCVCEjjWZEpTBHJJ2luxQ61xpqPuRaXfhjVkLmNpkFBAW2KU3jjTu216VyAbRPvj8hw/s4032/IMG_0873.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtSnp9smNd8PcyDjRFj4XNHeQXBQMfetc1n0SgyBGQoZUfi2AKOFTNJd7H7LZnU8NXV_FUy6ymgQrdcUyBIFznNEujKRMT384dKHMfh0q_J9Idl6RNtWUEvGhNCVCEjjWZEpTBHJJ2luxQ61xpqPuRaXfhjVkLmNpkFBAW2KU3jjTu216VyAbRPvj8hw/w300-h400/IMG_0873.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Hopper wanted to give this woman a living personality. Wisely he knew making unexpected changes in the color of her skin would help bring her to life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Another key lesson is pointedly showing the viewer a whole range of color intensities. Overall <i>Summertime</i> is mostly gray limestone and concrete. But for co</span><span style="font-size: large;">ntras</span><span style="font-size: large;">t Hopper puts in important accents of more brighter intense hues. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Like in her forearm and hand...</span></p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYtjAELN5NjnAG6Qw_DUQ4fLWtoaQ_rGjQMlOneOdB0wbUoUYAN_N5xvWjPBjcWA8BloBwriwr7qexPhFoGSMzcbuub10EGmA_I4JgM662zEBJAX4HOZXgs_-ZgadKHDKfEdWTIjrtjVWS0ZwIuirWL0AtlrS7ljMugbV7cEsbWt7DPxp_koGSn-ynA/s4032/IMG_0874.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLYtjAELN5NjnAG6Qw_DUQ4fLWtoaQ_rGjQMlOneOdB0wbUoUYAN_N5xvWjPBjcWA8BloBwriwr7qexPhFoGSMzcbuub10EGmA_I4JgM662zEBJAX4HOZXgs_-ZgadKHDKfEdWTIjrtjVWS0ZwIuirWL0AtlrS7ljMugbV7cEsbWt7DPxp_koGSn-ynA/w300-h400/IMG_0874.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">And in the detail of the brass plate at the bottom of the reddish orange door...</span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNqebBfCwWzqhTFZdmyD9SSga1MiiJzPEp-sGNKNDmXFFrU2L50kX_87Tuk-w0i6sYm0CRT3ZjN8K8aelUUzKAsbHxnf6r2N4IWQboRalPpMGCucHG3UxV-4_worZx2qhHRzGVo7KTyOe7RSnYXilHfkJAYPhAfptiaT5zxGhrGGD8h7JKzFjveBiqg/s4032/IMG_0875.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghNqebBfCwWzqhTFZdmyD9SSga1MiiJzPEp-sGNKNDmXFFrU2L50kX_87Tuk-w0i6sYm0CRT3ZjN8K8aelUUzKAsbHxnf6r2N4IWQboRalPpMGCucHG3UxV-4_worZx2qhHRzGVo7KTyOe7RSnYXilHfkJAYPhAfptiaT5zxGhrGGD8h7JKzFjveBiqg/w300-h400/IMG_0875.jpeg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe Hopper wasn't comfortable in the role of the teacher. But through his work he is unmatched in showing us how to enjoy our eyes. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">P.S. Here's the painting I was delivering to Somerville Manning Gallery- it's got some of the color ideas I picked up from studying Hopper's paintings.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RaKHjk7KCiKdePmnuacmCF9ji3Yc0jNAgNQhXDKuBLoJUxqhO4rzpLfS3TLdYJrFhnFoS829r_qubX8eXtf311O3VWheo4FXzma3Map1LIJkXO9LlTnew9_egsFnvqkcuUgqiXl1vodHoI1wl_OyW_bc-KJmic6RpfDrsL5BEsenkgPuBdx2nVSRsw/s624/TheSource22-22x60framed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="624" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RaKHjk7KCiKdePmnuacmCF9ji3Yc0jNAgNQhXDKuBLoJUxqhO4rzpLfS3TLdYJrFhnFoS829r_qubX8eXtf311O3VWheo4FXzma3Map1LIJkXO9LlTnew9_egsFnvqkcuUgqiXl1vodHoI1wl_OyW_bc-KJmic6RpfDrsL5BEsenkgPuBdx2nVSRsw/w400-h308/TheSource22-22x60framed.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>The Source</i>, oil on canvas, 22 x 60 inches, 2022</div><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-15565676223070804192022-09-29T17:09:00.013-04:002022-09-29T22:43:47.227-04:00My Gratitude to Some Artist I'll Never Know <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_togYbmEmpUOpd4ijIOm10o3It3M6Dg0huO6e_sMJFAyUcFwtEP5H3OZ70LM-UDQ7XrN9WXZLaeRP-doawK1zAwfSGRpKLp75JabeeNGR34Q6ntAHE79iPb65QPTnJsFFCK-4xwZGjWpYXAvCgyAJZ-HEmVACdcbvqhcPv2KVJokp4iOlulmt0oGhDg/s576/Clearing22-30x60-72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="576" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_togYbmEmpUOpd4ijIOm10o3It3M6Dg0huO6e_sMJFAyUcFwtEP5H3OZ70LM-UDQ7XrN9WXZLaeRP-doawK1zAwfSGRpKLp75JabeeNGR34Q6ntAHE79iPb65QPTnJsFFCK-4xwZGjWpYXAvCgyAJZ-HEmVACdcbvqhcPv2KVJokp4iOlulmt0oGhDg/w640-h318/Clearing22-30x60-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">Philip Koch, <i>Clearing, </i>oil on canvas, 30 x 60 inches, 2022.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>I was looking at my painting above, <i>Clearing,</i> Even a complex painting has to begin simply. Remembering how it started in my studio with me experimenting with different compositions of its basic flat shapes. At this stage it feels like arranging cut out </span><span>colored paper</span><span> </span><span>on a flat table top. You can express a lot even with that. I fell into reverie about my early days when I was an abstract painter.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>When I studied painting at Oberlin College probably 90% of my canvases were simple colorful abstractions of flat shapes. </span><span>At the time I hadn't seen how deeply ingrained this habit had become in my practice.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>S</span><span>omething changed when I got to Indiana University to start their MFA Painting program. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>It's funny how sometimes we learn the most critical lessons from things that at first seem modest and unremarkable. I was visiting the studio of another artist in the program. In the corner was a small and not very striking landscape painting that had been left there by the studio's prior inhabitant. I don't have an image of it but it looked like this:</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span></span><span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnglJK9UWJAUFLD5rF849Z6790tq_BkGqcqF5lrUTmJcN_kKyGWVrWOHf25jGDI_oF_pT3oGpDvMEmHIf6098Q8DfEhYp8-ZxNqC-RUvqBbJ8uLa1kHpZXXK7tqY-M3UHe4BPJlHm-lzk6bo4P7sYqie49JJx-QUl2vEhXRUjQJ0NOrr_3u79izYApg/s518/bloomington%20diagram.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="518" height="278" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnglJK9UWJAUFLD5rF849Z6790tq_BkGqcqF5lrUTmJcN_kKyGWVrWOHf25jGDI_oF_pT3oGpDvMEmHIf6098Q8DfEhYp8-ZxNqC-RUvqBbJ8uLa1kHpZXXK7tqY-M3UHe4BPJlHm-lzk6bo4P7sYqie49JJx-QUl2vEhXRUjQJ0NOrr_3u79izYApg/w400-h278/bloomington%20diagram.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>It really was just that simple. It only tried to do one thing- create a deep space. The unknown </span>artist had carefully broken up the forested edge of a field. In real life the woods would have flowed in a continuous line back to the horizon. Instead the painter created three separate groups of trees. Each group was a different flat shape and overlapped the shape in back of it. And the artist had given each flat shape a subtle but obviously different color. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I had one of those moments when a lightbulb went off in my head. The little paintings said "you can carve out a deep space too!" On a gut level I realized a new door was creaking open. The moment felt so special. I didn't want to talk about it and spoil what felt a little like magic to me. The woman whose studio I was visiting didn't understand why I was so taken by this admittedly unassuming landscape. With disinterest she explained "I'm just keeping it until I can paint over it." </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I thanked her for the studio visit and left. I suspect that unknown artist went on to paint much stronger pieces. A few weeks later I myself began going outside to face the challenge of painting the deep spaces of the southern Indiana hills. Whoever that unknown artist was they will always have my gratitude.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p><br /></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-70273729778022378212022-08-26T16:51:00.010-04:002022-08-26T16:54:39.447-04:00New Paintings at Somerville Manning Gallery<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMjQ-FEssmUWg1AQkn0W8IizhF6UgVkgYPXois6HJXAbb8miLj3HxLTjG6zADFbDivL8-1TSOn_HtzWmRoWWU58O4qLzAKYJfF7VRZaMJD9CGHC3AjN_loCvjEgofROvJICfJOaGHCPOacABT8cjbpGbcWDlOQp5H0DC7TXPpCvLxK2Tkm6JYTkQYWA/s4032/SMG%20EvergreenWinterNarrowCoveH.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2658" data-original-width="4032" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMjQ-FEssmUWg1AQkn0W8IizhF6UgVkgYPXois6HJXAbb8miLj3HxLTjG6zADFbDivL8-1TSOn_HtzWmRoWWU58O4qLzAKYJfF7VRZaMJD9CGHC3AjN_loCvjEgofROvJICfJOaGHCPOacABT8cjbpGbcWDlOQp5H0DC7TXPpCvLxK2Tkm6JYTkQYWA/w640-h424/SMG%20EvergreenWinterNarrowCoveH.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">At Somerville Manning Gallery yesterday- Left: <i>Evergreen, </i>Middle: <i>Winter, </i>Right: <i>Narrow Cove Ogunquit</i></p><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpsdiYrB-X1-oObIP204BvN_Paom9c88kuFfUU5qlAYg_YnEyVdP_RYWkyMKs9o1wqvWxWPFOBoOoOPlGTTyTNe3mZLyAyXHeG0xh11QPSZbmF9jcXU6KgnQvF5GsHsmefBqvXQxOHLcSmw60h7_fJgPIwich7tESwWFIFcsB7bZ9-pmuYsUYiEVuUA/s4032/SMG-%20warm%20sept%20H%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2663" data-original-width="4032" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpsdiYrB-X1-oObIP204BvN_Paom9c88kuFfUU5qlAYg_YnEyVdP_RYWkyMKs9o1wqvWxWPFOBoOoOPlGTTyTNe3mZLyAyXHeG0xh11QPSZbmF9jcXU6KgnQvF5GsHsmefBqvXQxOHLcSmw60h7_fJgPIwich7tESwWFIFcsB7bZ9-pmuYsUYiEVuUA/w640-h424/SMG-%20warm%20sept%20H%20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At Somerville Manning Gallery yesterday, <i>Warm September</i></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I took four new paintings up to Somerville Manning Gallery in Greenville, DE yesterday. Two had just returned from Ogunquit Museum of American Art's exhibition Philip Koch: Isle of Dreams in Maine, and the other two were large canvases fresh off my easel.</span></div></blockquote><p> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SBNdr-xIp_fjS_hmsyQLxNlppbsRJXSF4hE_77KCkE4d9SPQ1G6bM_iKoiChkbS__6J6hbuICRfX9zCoK5atRtxm9sHG-ZIuPU6fE1fd6sdohbiMCuERMrXN4mBd0JA-esoJXfKNgfC3dtiih8O10ZRHTcBkL3rf-EUSd1y9AewoD9Ad_9aG6Hv7pQ/s504/Evergreen22-36x54H-72.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="504" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6SBNdr-xIp_fjS_hmsyQLxNlppbsRJXSF4hE_77KCkE4d9SPQ1G6bM_iKoiChkbS__6J6hbuICRfX9zCoK5atRtxm9sHG-ZIuPU6fE1fd6sdohbiMCuERMrXN4mBd0JA-esoJXfKNgfC3dtiih8O10ZRHTcBkL3rf-EUSd1y9AewoD9Ad_9aG6Hv7pQ/w640-h428/Evergreen22-36x54H-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Evergreen, </i> oil on canvas, 36 x 54 inches, 2022 (above). When I was out on location painting the study for this large oil I had the feeling this was a home happily contented people lived in. Perhaps that's silly as I didn't see anyone around over the three mornings I worked on the painting. But there was something wonderful about their yard- bright sun splashing on exuberantly colored shutters and roof. Setting this off were the solemn dark evergreens, impressive in their size and obvious maturity.</span></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIanzNASHvIf9fXGp6GZ_i5rGVXAXo1LAxznGVXXIEr9DIk2iXLdRyaWGozoyEGY2GHfFu8hbIycRLdfbusPjKyx1822cphds4dQOAWjI0bZPbFgdGZ7JG9eL_mh_fyGDxkn6HDCiUBkYq3Tyh57BCSlqCRPnvyxD2tMbrFFShyQN-xG-qRESp3M9gQ/s504/Winter22-36x48-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="504" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXIanzNASHvIf9fXGp6GZ_i5rGVXAXo1LAxznGVXXIEr9DIk2iXLdRyaWGozoyEGY2GHfFu8hbIycRLdfbusPjKyx1822cphds4dQOAWjI0bZPbFgdGZ7JG9eL_mh_fyGDxkn6HDCiUBkYq3Tyh57BCSlqCRPnvyxD2tMbrFFShyQN-xG-qRESp3M9gQ/w640-h480/Winter22-36x48-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Just returned from the Ogunquit Museum exhibition is <i>Winter</i>, oil on canvas, 36 x 48 inches, 2022 (above). Like so many of my paintings this one draws on childhood memories. I grew up on a remote shore of Lake Ontario. In winter the water would freeze into strangely beautiful ice formations. They could get quite large and seemed otherworldly. We kids loved playing on them. I smile now just thinking about those days.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3YDAH0w7dFr6q8FpSWe5zj-wY1aOikhqhPfLwEAx0HuUnSe1aVyZ3wJkn0IbwCQKJp1v4RMlaYCcQD0GKOJaQ2IDLsMIOzLgvFWZheu7T93hXN9ldZbTl83q9Aa0lSG9jfm3PtKProsy3dtV3yAxnhPuyKRwj3IGcsHMXupm_Y70g9nW6aRNwec3xQ/s504/NarrowCoveOgunaquit22-12x16Feb15-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="504" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic3YDAH0w7dFr6q8FpSWe5zj-wY1aOikhqhPfLwEAx0HuUnSe1aVyZ3wJkn0IbwCQKJp1v4RMlaYCcQD0GKOJaQ2IDLsMIOzLgvFWZheu7T93hXN9ldZbTl83q9Aa0lSG9jfm3PtKProsy3dtV3yAxnhPuyKRwj3IGcsHMXupm_Y70g9nW6aRNwec3xQ/w640-h482/NarrowCoveOgunaquit22-12x16Feb15-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Also back from the exhibition in Maine is the <i>Narrow Cove: Ogunquit, </i>oil on panel, 12 x 16 inches, 2021. This is based on the drawing (below) I made in October of 2021 on the shore just outside the Ogunquit Museum. In person the rocks are large and quite imposing. Often my painting can best express the personality of forms by choosing colors that are just a step beyond what is possible in real life. </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YLmnNHNdOQn_PaqaMUQVJu_cNjZflrgzxx7qQ-c0dN4i49CEbwxdI2tl9njc2R27u4CczPQdsCMeeC1unFVpcbncQ3UoZKONTb607BoL8FFFeM_5qD2Pdkt0su4xdEI1sZufGtjRl78H-HH4MIRdv0rQDZ0eH8_WFGvsBhsSeoL98_bc1J-MkFKvCQ/s504/NarrowCoveOgunquitChar21-9x12-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="504" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YLmnNHNdOQn_PaqaMUQVJu_cNjZflrgzxx7qQ-c0dN4i49CEbwxdI2tl9njc2R27u4CczPQdsCMeeC1unFVpcbncQ3UoZKONTb607BoL8FFFeM_5qD2Pdkt0su4xdEI1sZufGtjRl78H-HH4MIRdv0rQDZ0eH8_WFGvsBhsSeoL98_bc1J-MkFKvCQ/w400-h272/NarrowCoveOgunquitChar21-9x12-72.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Narrow Cove: Ogunquit,</i> vine charcoal, 9 x 12 inches, 2021</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IcD6Ogae71q_ovbeZJJycuSqAvHMLYQRuieF2R2en0yIddbR3XxsC4SIUdZ95iwS23hphVCI7px8pBa4OBSj6fLJuJmr2fMn9bj_8l_b18VW9Cz2UTHa-z1Ip8IX_L0r-NHcNCDbgRM-Tsebu-xfDbead34IZUdAIPHsSTUTcxiL_Rzpswegiu9L5w/s720/OgunquitOct21PhilDrawing8in-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="540" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2IcD6Ogae71q_ovbeZJJycuSqAvHMLYQRuieF2R2en0yIddbR3XxsC4SIUdZ95iwS23hphVCI7px8pBa4OBSj6fLJuJmr2fMn9bj_8l_b18VW9Cz2UTHa-z1Ip8IX_L0r-NHcNCDbgRM-Tsebu-xfDbead34IZUdAIPHsSTUTcxiL_Rzpswegiu9L5w/w300-h400/OgunquitOct21PhilDrawing8in-72.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me working on the same drawing of the rocks outside </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the Ogunquit Museum of American Art, Oct. 2021</div><br /> <div><br /><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZMAR8-Yb5RfdJCfow06QlabYjZxQaR5LQqXhQITq1Aj_bOnntUJmbA8_AQA61dM7ds04F3rqDZAhuIG5rOnUipFMkor-wrtTr97V0Pg3lP0isCfcJURBZ7YdmUqSPjmrSJKJSrwielHP6USu_Ty3c9rTmPC2Atd0yBfEyDBf4ixnKEAdau8dc9wbWQ/s3000/WarmSeptember22-36x54-300height.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2021" data-original-width="3000" height="432" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaZMAR8-Yb5RfdJCfow06QlabYjZxQaR5LQqXhQITq1Aj_bOnntUJmbA8_AQA61dM7ds04F3rqDZAhuIG5rOnUipFMkor-wrtTr97V0Pg3lP0isCfcJURBZ7YdmUqSPjmrSJKJSrwielHP6USu_Ty3c9rTmPC2Atd0yBfEyDBf4ixnKEAdau8dc9wbWQ/w640-h432/WarmSeptember22-36x54-300height.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></span></div><p></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;">This is <i>Warm September, </i>oil on canvas, 36 x 54 inches, 2022. Like its cousin <i>Evergreen, </i>it describes the dance between a beautifully restored 19th century barn and closely surrounding foliage. My initial interest was grabbed by a small cupola atop the barn at the left, but this gave way to letting the trees take center stage. </span> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-92092007626193987542022-08-06T18:30:00.004-04:002022-08-29T13:55:35.933-04:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoNIKSGJ8Rm5bAPWDoF1iByElv4NnzLHlChWeGVBNNWze6dsNYthR9EnPWZvuTup0h6OeyFnaPTSZa1KcoO-ix9O0cZVs9FfNPyqcwRqCQGxVFN5wWIj_n9APrmXXrs7z2I2tEmeJnYd3RGIWIu0aUBCjfdDOJ_u08bFZWUlZarNwwwAwlhcxfLPFMA/s4032/ANE%20reveiw%202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2564" data-original-width="4032" height="328" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBoNIKSGJ8Rm5bAPWDoF1iByElv4NnzLHlChWeGVBNNWze6dsNYthR9EnPWZvuTup0h6OeyFnaPTSZa1KcoO-ix9O0cZVs9FfNPyqcwRqCQGxVFN5wWIj_n9APrmXXrs7z2I2tEmeJnYd3RGIWIu0aUBCjfdDOJ_u08bFZWUlZarNwwwAwlhcxfLPFMA/w517-h328/ANE%20reveiw%202.jpg" width="517" /></a></div><span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"><br /> <i>Art New England's </i>July/August issue carries Carl Little's review of Ogunquit Museum of American Art's exhibition of Koch's paintings.</span><p></p><p><i><br /></i></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-333179809784013632022-07-17T18:00:00.008-04:002022-07-17T18:40:25.940-04:00Artist Talk at Ogunquit Museum of American Art<p><span style="font-size: medium;">A video of the June 28, 2022 public conversation between Philip Koch and Assistant Curator Theresa Choi about Ogunquit Museum's exhibition of Koch's paintings. The video runs 50 minutes. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Here's the link-</span></p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qt8v5q6kiFc">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qt8v5q6kiFc</a><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQYMO0mw_D8GzqB6TTM_klulYjqOrcWq2_BbnMz7ZpCgC83KVVgNovgC9l2-uDlx37Hb1qFAINIRNqzFJ0e2UpL_MiBWrWxpYel4Z71ZsCAabkRXrG5E0qYpaJ2O5Tb97__wLuvlWymVdimkXNKmV005BFVyKGHE-jmzpyepqDmf4hiP-NEreotA3gIA/s1800/PhilipKochOgunquitPreview4:29:22.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1592" height="353" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQYMO0mw_D8GzqB6TTM_klulYjqOrcWq2_BbnMz7ZpCgC83KVVgNovgC9l2-uDlx37Hb1qFAINIRNqzFJ0e2UpL_MiBWrWxpYel4Z71ZsCAabkRXrG5E0qYpaJ2O5Tb97__wLuvlWymVdimkXNKmV005BFVyKGHE-jmzpyepqDmf4hiP-NEreotA3gIA/w312-h353/PhilipKochOgunquitPreview4:29:22.jpeg" width="312" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-88338620946688627582022-07-17T13:47:00.009-04:002022-07-17T14:06:22.637-04:00"What a Nice Place to Work" - Photos of my Painting Studio Space<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWyrCDMBOppRwJm8BBHxJUQH6e6l2OC-sG3-uJxKYS51f-35OM6PVDmW5AuhcvyVPFx8iVUi-IWCLxEiwZmEtAsgyvKKKBWpj2rDMJksAQdmpwLKfZ2lVBbj8c0YR04gLaqplqiOn7wAcMDgTsCRAtEutiPU05qJYOm2vSn7AB6f7aVt2JBkEJtEmmg/s4032/Mirror%20Studio%20.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWyrCDMBOppRwJm8BBHxJUQH6e6l2OC-sG3-uJxKYS51f-35OM6PVDmW5AuhcvyVPFx8iVUi-IWCLxEiwZmEtAsgyvKKKBWpj2rDMJksAQdmpwLKfZ2lVBbj8c0YR04gLaqplqiOn7wAcMDgTsCRAtEutiPU05qJYOm2vSn7AB6f7aVt2JBkEJtEmmg/w640-h480/Mirror%20Studio%20.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"What a nice place to work" ran through my mind as I came into the studio this morning. The standing mirror catches a reflection of the canvas I'm working on right now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some collectors have told me they'd love to see the space in Baltimore where I create most of my paintings. Here's a mini-tour.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79uJYGSAybu2d8RR9GCCwLpkbG-AN2--IOrMQ0YmBIh_0TKXfDJxW1bPQb-GIV7J0xVxbiXztkeEzdJ2DQpJ9IFENeVdce8Uu8dU1ElH5v9NNxbE6OriceeW8TmQIaNQK14UulylKRRQqvdQ6FbDFzwFPfxP-583E1lC-gAvhx5JwHw1ZD9Q8eDpB_A/s3288/Studio%20Brush%20Panoramic.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2678" data-original-width="3288" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79uJYGSAybu2d8RR9GCCwLpkbG-AN2--IOrMQ0YmBIh_0TKXfDJxW1bPQb-GIV7J0xVxbiXztkeEzdJ2DQpJ9IFENeVdce8Uu8dU1ElH5v9NNxbE6OriceeW8TmQIaNQK14UulylKRRQqvdQ6FbDFzwFPfxP-583E1lC-gAvhx5JwHw1ZD9Q8eDpB_A/w640-h522/Studio%20Brush%20Panoramic.jpeg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>This is just some of the brushes that are stationed at the ready. Last night's color mixtures of blue pigments grace my palette. In the distance is one of the three easels I have in the painting room- it's usually holding </span><span>a painting I want to study. At the right is the standing mirror that's always aimed so I can see a reversed image of the painting I'm working on on my main easel.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUsF30DDGwUBAQ9q7xvB18Ms_pRuT1B3sP34UGHLjheaZxFzXs2zj0SufD0LakqVPlDzbFEkWpvNYEwwbzyf6MIkDtDwCOC0Y7D5DEcEqdeV-e09vj2OYute6xNHHD1Nv16YuS-w9Qsvb6ma67oWYh-RiCpq_2xB7IpJ7pPfsWFT6BC4-aFjTfEM4yg/s3404/Studio%20Brush%20Close-up.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2340" data-original-width="3404" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUsF30DDGwUBAQ9q7xvB18Ms_pRuT1B3sP34UGHLjheaZxFzXs2zj0SufD0LakqVPlDzbFEkWpvNYEwwbzyf6MIkDtDwCOC0Y7D5DEcEqdeV-e09vj2OYute6xNHHD1Nv16YuS-w9Qsvb6ma67oWYh-RiCpq_2xB7IpJ7pPfsWFT6BC4-aFjTfEM4yg/w640-h440/Studio%20Brush%20Close-up.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span>Loaded paintbrushes love to roll into their neighbor and get their wet colors all over each other. I made a simple grooved brush holder to keep each color of the brush clear of collisions with other unwanted hues.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfjlLxenx2NAGp62ICh1geCoeuKVbLsAKgqQe1r-unU73k-i9mHGWSr3ln9wiJ5dHyrGzwm04Z0goykot5z-LxYSaJp_5tOpar8bYqBftC10RFyUM_is8E4vylGkuivvYJjuu4Vo2KwaaebDdKZcnXanu6-ZwLHQd6nRJWIGyUG1FXqfAVkAAxhHtyA/s4032/Studio%20Palette%20Frontal.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2173" data-original-width="4032" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfjlLxenx2NAGp62ICh1geCoeuKVbLsAKgqQe1r-unU73k-i9mHGWSr3ln9wiJ5dHyrGzwm04Z0goykot5z-LxYSaJp_5tOpar8bYqBftC10RFyUM_is8E4vylGkuivvYJjuu4Vo2KwaaebDdKZcnXanu6-ZwLHQd6nRJWIGyUG1FXqfAVkAAxhHtyA/w640-h344/Studio%20Palette%20Frontal.jpeg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The main working easel at the right. It's super heavy which is great for keeping the canvas from wiggling as I push my brushes against it. In this photo and the next you can see the easel's hand crank that raises and lowers the paintings as I work on their different areas. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-8z3vAb8U8GFtJlUYWhbcOfqsNmYS3FbExSFE8H9cuPWGJdCjYfElQLIpYnsUrEnb8UZHmQylEyChX1ESG25V-ncuSRSEmkIJfalQzEDd6erliHBdxi4fTCoirG4kb6FH1ZwbWG0zGrHlwEcAjTpF-uvnYeUyKnrq4uCEXu5sAMjH5EU4RgmL8Kbtw/s3312/Studio%20easelcrank%20heightened%20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2910" data-original-width="3312" height="562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-8z3vAb8U8GFtJlUYWhbcOfqsNmYS3FbExSFE8H9cuPWGJdCjYfElQLIpYnsUrEnb8UZHmQylEyChX1ESG25V-ncuSRSEmkIJfalQzEDd6erliHBdxi4fTCoirG4kb6FH1ZwbWG0zGrHlwEcAjTpF-uvnYeUyKnrq4uCEXu5sAMjH5EU4RgmL8Kbtw/w640-h562/Studio%20easelcrank%20heightened%20.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Notice the small stone that lives on my easel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">There's always room for superstition. In the early 1980's I started my long series of residencies in Edward Hopper's former studio in Truro, MA. It's a striking setting on a high dune overlooking Cape Cod Bay. On my first stay there I "borrowed" a pebble from the beach just below the studio. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I'm plotting my next move for my painting I sometimes pick the stone up and remember the feeling of being in Hopper's studio. When I was just starting out as a struggling art student it was discovering that artist's work that put the wind my own sails.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5Jo6xv3CjDOWjXz9m7gl_49aU30qUKI2ZD00eKYWoKym94tXdjvezQ69f_yt6jq_ekGcRTy5x92cUZgsYOyuJlCg7LSUNwVmdy698GV2KSsmzSzd8dous4jGlKWpxP4pa_lhzh9PDqtHNfCSsYTCM_qPZFArB9xc6uDyhKj7kHnkBO5hnTEwzSxAtQ/s4032/Studio%20Staircase.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5Jo6xv3CjDOWjXz9m7gl_49aU30qUKI2ZD00eKYWoKym94tXdjvezQ69f_yt6jq_ekGcRTy5x92cUZgsYOyuJlCg7LSUNwVmdy698GV2KSsmzSzd8dous4jGlKWpxP4pa_lhzh9PDqtHNfCSsYTCM_qPZFArB9xc6uDyhKj7kHnkBO5hnTEwzSxAtQ/w480-h640/Studio%20Staircase.HEIC" width="480" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The hallway leading to the painting room. My main working easel on the left.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4LHR1EKHQKyDfvCwCcx4ozJlEUA-EEF3Eg1_4bjzU1JjlZs-NB4kHd7l6Y10B5fzAap-DKVETobll5s-t7-t0rTg-k_AesTOrWGVwpgOWo1E6sL7bbdlu3P2P4N_lo0Du8i0M6nVHWz-Za2sw7Cjz7naam2tssvucyC-LT4BwqpnxzqcUsjukt12QA/s4032/Studio%20Hallway0661.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4LHR1EKHQKyDfvCwCcx4ozJlEUA-EEF3Eg1_4bjzU1JjlZs-NB4kHd7l6Y10B5fzAap-DKVETobll5s-t7-t0rTg-k_AesTOrWGVwpgOWo1E6sL7bbdlu3P2P4N_lo0Du8i0M6nVHWz-Za2sw7Cjz7naam2tssvucyC-LT4BwqpnxzqcUsjukt12QA/w480-h640/Studio%20Hallway0661.jpeg" width="480" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's so helpful to leave works out where I can see them. This is the same hallway where paintings I'm actively working on go to rest. My dear wife Alice who would much prefer living in a tidier space tolerates this. She should be nominated for sainthood.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOoZmszAjoeEWZXvoquor6a7VnEy9eISHgso6gFRhVNwLOsdwtukZtlrDjjLebZpttvn3DTcFcYpPAKLW4IiuTSedK0QRXiWz6RD-TstLO8yj3s4dTeVrNEO__khFRGpwxy1BJLCVcLWuFErOldnB-YQFl_011fkxQzE3Nj_2iDeg9FPRKyNPLR5rTA/s3493/Studio%20Stairwell.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3493" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOoZmszAjoeEWZXvoquor6a7VnEy9eISHgso6gFRhVNwLOsdwtukZtlrDjjLebZpttvn3DTcFcYpPAKLW4IiuTSedK0QRXiWz6RD-TstLO8yj3s4dTeVrNEO__khFRGpwxy1BJLCVcLWuFErOldnB-YQFl_011fkxQzE3Nj_2iDeg9FPRKyNPLR5rTA/w554-h640/Studio%20Stairwell.jpeg" width="554" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="text-align: left;">The stairwell leading to my art storage room. On the wall is my oil </span><span><i style="text-align: left;">House in the Valley</i><span style="text-align: left;">,</span></span><span style="text-align: left;"> 40 x 60 inches. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0bseIxvFI9pZo3rZWDktjgoo01TNYQt_oYyO9iQcQUupfZLwxuBbw2TVYJucf5beS40NlbgNzu5nz5eW4bgKMJIhseBghbRYpqGP6yP5foFU99tSF82-9GKmdIDwIIGbLJQsSJa194YJEF88ief1bKHX7EGj5Q6BFaE9_jQRDwdGbxmEX0Wfvss7HA/s4032/Studio%20Basement.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0bseIxvFI9pZo3rZWDktjgoo01TNYQt_oYyO9iQcQUupfZLwxuBbw2TVYJucf5beS40NlbgNzu5nz5eW4bgKMJIhseBghbRYpqGP6yP5foFU99tSF82-9GKmdIDwIIGbLJQsSJa194YJEF88ief1bKHX7EGj5Q6BFaE9_jQRDwdGbxmEX0Wfvss7HA/w640-h480/Studio%20Basement.jpeg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">There are three times more storage racks than are visible in this photo. A great secret of successful artists is finding a space to store paintings safely. A lot of the paintings and drawings in my racks I'm putting away to work on later. Some racks hold completed paintings. Still others hold prepared canvases waiting for my brush, stretchers, boards and high quality drawing paper. When I need something I can find it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> </span><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-39776426680897461242022-05-26T19:30:00.003-04:002022-05-26T19:50:56.196-04:00Artists Have to Be Good Liars: My Show at Ogunquit Museum of American Art- Part III<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtBhDMkKdN41Dj78IH7Yo7eU_Lj2AUDNDjCiAJ3LBp-VblCWZ5TyXe3rERYoF-YmRbD7omjkQO--T6c3wvf4GKvRzQ6S4Pm1i5SyUwgXMWnZ6KYzNXXurGGgNQmUeyx2m9awm7KshOHF2gSXte72BPqXodudEJric6lhoJCm-hpJawJWCTLK6wzG0-g/s504/WhtieCove21-7x10.5--72heightened.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="504" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtBhDMkKdN41Dj78IH7Yo7eU_Lj2AUDNDjCiAJ3LBp-VblCWZ5TyXe3rERYoF-YmRbD7omjkQO--T6c3wvf4GKvRzQ6S4Pm1i5SyUwgXMWnZ6KYzNXXurGGgNQmUeyx2m9awm7KshOHF2gSXte72BPqXodudEJric6lhoJCm-hpJawJWCTLK6wzG0-g/w640-h426/WhtieCove21-7x10.5--72heightened.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>White Cove</i>, oil on panel, 7 x 10 1/2 inches, 2021</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Artists have to be good liars. Sometimes little lies tell a bigger truth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reality is incredibly vivid- sometimes delightful, other times anything but. On occasion we may need to tune out the world, but that's not a place we're meant to stay. Art wakes us up. It reminds us why it's worth it to be open and aware. Artists make the case for this by presenting a <i>heightened</i> version of reality.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here are four of the paintings in <a href="http://ogunquitmuseum.org" target="_blank">Ogunquit Museum of American Art</a>'s current exhibition of my work. The source for each was rooted in a particular location. In each to get the story I need to tell I had to depart from the literal facts of the place. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>White Cove </i><span>above was begun at high tide along an inlet where dense foliage crowded over every inch of the shoreline. In truth the trees were a solid mass of unchanging green that didn't convey their explosive lushness. I injected yellows and oranges into the scene to evoke this vigorous growth of these determined trees. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjyOwKvrI6mzl0vvm72fsrfMDBEdKv7KNFFgQJJK9GdzDX_KKYLGhTC6T9O2LQXKWtYCuAZ1XaFQtWucktc8EXoEjL60KNLubxl0VuHuTvzVnYnHPxxjhl58gyo71swWXgps6Y5ZRUOf8_R2zIpfc9jy-GkEA01_LMWxt3PRo6R5Z-lMXXi9Nsh1Xvg/s504/Winter21-36x48Nov17-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="504" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvjyOwKvrI6mzl0vvm72fsrfMDBEdKv7KNFFgQJJK9GdzDX_KKYLGhTC6T9O2LQXKWtYCuAZ1XaFQtWucktc8EXoEjL60KNLubxl0VuHuTvzVnYnHPxxjhl58gyo71swWXgps6Y5ZRUOf8_R2zIpfc9jy-GkEA01_LMWxt3PRo6R5Z-lMXXi9Nsh1Xvg/w640-h478/Winter21-36x48Nov17-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Winter, </i>oil on canvas, 36 x 48 inches, 2021</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My painting <i>Winter</i> above is as close to a hymn to January as I'll ever paint. Would you believe I started it as a vision of early summer pastures? It began as a panorama from a high ridge miles from the shore. But surprisingly insistent childhood memories emerged of playing with my friends on the winter ice on the shore of one of the Great Lakes. One by one the many fields began dropping out of the picture. The seasons marched forward as well into Fall and finally becoming a chilly celebration of the frozen shoreline. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_YNnjlaQE8ck3SkozAi_JOubrXoSEUq-O2NnHpVXDR3W3G1bxNVfMgfrS0sKctmGXZjTN-mn6LCzstMcgnLT4mnFKU4M0bPa8BHuGapD4eHOUYadoM-9fbbfpjEJWH0o-v-jlN15OPb3g7EIZq9VZyi8mE3PFkiOOap5nnuiPb_pbxN0HcmWVQlHNA/s504/TheVoyageOfMemory08-38x38-lightened72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="501" data-original-width="504" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY_YNnjlaQE8ck3SkozAi_JOubrXoSEUq-O2NnHpVXDR3W3G1bxNVfMgfrS0sKctmGXZjTN-mn6LCzstMcgnLT4mnFKU4M0bPa8BHuGapD4eHOUYadoM-9fbbfpjEJWH0o-v-jlN15OPb3g7EIZq9VZyi8mE3PFkiOOap5nnuiPb_pbxN0HcmWVQlHNA/w640-h636/TheVoyageOfMemory08-38x38-lightened72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>The Voyage of Memory</i>, oil on canvas, 38 x 38 inches, 2008</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i>The Voyage of Memory </i>is probably my most autobiographical painting. I grew up on the shore of Lake Ontario and was privileged to have access to our family's small sailboat. My dad died just as I turned 13. That day I felt overwhelmed by storms of emotion. Not knowing what else to do I took the little boat sailing even though the water and wind were way too rough to go out sailing safely. Luckily I was OK.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I always wanted to make a painting about how I felt that day, but the image of a little boat surrounded by a wide open sea didn't suggest the expressive shapes I would need to tell the story. So I moved the sailing to an imagined bay crowded with islands, passages really too narrow to navigate safely. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKT0mKzPu0g-CoNZLpETIIdqopZI9Cmlt8bmgSMC23ibnCiOK-G1giewlLLxgVEvJEPz5Qx4TJu0sBsSL8H2nUb43QzMPpCkiQ29cnLGAqmxg8Wa6oipAaG_j5thd56tw8E5mdQttGhH-Yo3mSsyU9FUygPlQyNLTRnOyETLvDpaCzuLuK3_typxfL0A/s504/Ascension08-40x32-72heightened.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="402" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKT0mKzPu0g-CoNZLpETIIdqopZI9Cmlt8bmgSMC23ibnCiOK-G1giewlLLxgVEvJEPz5Qx4TJu0sBsSL8H2nUb43QzMPpCkiQ29cnLGAqmxg8Wa6oipAaG_j5thd56tw8E5mdQttGhH-Yo3mSsyU9FUygPlQyNLTRnOyETLvDpaCzuLuK3_typxfL0A/w510-h640/Ascension08-40x32-72heightened.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Philip Koch, <i>Ascension, </i>oil on canvas, 40 x 32 inches, 2008</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">One day my wife Alice caught glimpse in a mirror of a 7 ft. painting of sand dunes. The unusual angle in the mirror made the painting appear more tall than wide, completely changing the feeling of its composition. It got me intrigued with painting long and low forms like sand dunes in a painting where the sense of movement suggested looking upward into the sky. I enlisted the aid of some arrow-like vertical trees in the foreground to get things moving in that direction.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The exhibition at the Ogunquit Museum of American Art continues through July 19, 2022.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tBuqlRrysgddYu7xbhgA38fS2HI9qXzwfzRqYfEFBpCurBm72VHxDqlYBnSN1huqQkk6TCqnX24pk11BdrzJyC9LkTWEUwSqzcGG_S3hKWv4dW6Qcb8F5T8eHJ_NEt-yiF58f_U7UJeftpGC5hZllzoCArqfsLDjCEHTNWo0wrYLGNkEyWO23o8FRQ/s4032/OMAAwallTitleYellowCoat.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6tBuqlRrysgddYu7xbhgA38fS2HI9qXzwfzRqYfEFBpCurBm72VHxDqlYBnSN1huqQkk6TCqnX24pk11BdrzJyC9LkTWEUwSqzcGG_S3hKWv4dW6Qcb8F5T8eHJ_NEt-yiF58f_U7UJeftpGC5hZllzoCArqfsLDjCEHTNWo0wrYLGNkEyWO23o8FRQ/w640-h480/OMAAwallTitleYellowCoat.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-8240179821309521902022-05-17T19:45:00.004-04:002022-05-18T11:33:27.588-04:00Philip Koch: Isle of Dreams at Ogunquit Museum of American Art Part II<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9Z3TlHYDyAgkYNXfqBy-7PWBB3Ki9L2d0Q4Yjji4coa-5b9u__oKA-dM5JY0oNpN-cfVyETJveaa_OraeqD0zttwZhButKRtJE3RCYQ7B6IY09TGFq9q5eJyFgsa96EoKImSsw9q2JQeu8O9ysnbpcRBjtH9CQ7WNZ62afbrWnKBa_mJWNxgkQ5Yjg/s648/MaineIslands21-7x17.5-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="648" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ9Z3TlHYDyAgkYNXfqBy-7PWBB3Ki9L2d0Q4Yjji4coa-5b9u__oKA-dM5JY0oNpN-cfVyETJveaa_OraeqD0zttwZhButKRtJE3RCYQ7B6IY09TGFq9q5eJyFgsa96EoKImSsw9q2JQeu8O9ysnbpcRBjtH9CQ7WNZ62afbrWnKBa_mJWNxgkQ5Yjg/w640-h254/MaineIslands21-7x17.5-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Maine Islands, </i>oil on panel, 7 x 17 1/2 inches, 2021</p><p><span style="font-size: large;">This is the post second in a series looking at the 15 paintings currently in the exhibition <i>Philip Koch: Isle of Dreams </i> at <a href="http://ogunquitmuseum.org">Ogunquit Museum of American Art</a> in Maine (through July 19, 2022).</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Think for a moment on your life. So much is in flux. What have you learned? You face sweeping changes. Some things have been lost. And yet other things in us feel permanent. Some stand firm like rocks resisting pounding surf. There are parts of all of us that feel exactly as they did when we were six.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">I have a near addiction to painting waters and shorelines. Growing up right on the shore of Lake Ontario I feel naturally at home on the edge of the water.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">But there's something more to it. The way the land holds its place while the waters, turbulent or gentle, never really stop moving. I think we sense the currents both of change and permanence mirrored by the water hitting the shoreline. How often people fall into a reverie gazing upon the shore and the water. Looking out at these things we sense something within ourselves. </span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxGWiZ_ZqVDo6sZb_K9F6bqRKhh-_WPLiTzqZdqcoYjmrcoacwptM47eJb5a8bP5BE5WlLE62FPfuZzqvpCkTL3Pn-N2x0mjLnB4s4xyXNd4Cm0E7ea7sD5StujBszS46PW8vSEgW04SVKItJ-W-A5hy212p9HQjDVYxb7SszgCUVMzb1ubZR_N5iaQ/s487/MaineIslandsPastel-20-9x12-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="331" data-original-width="487" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxGWiZ_ZqVDo6sZb_K9F6bqRKhh-_WPLiTzqZdqcoYjmrcoacwptM47eJb5a8bP5BE5WlLE62FPfuZzqvpCkTL3Pn-N2x0mjLnB4s4xyXNd4Cm0E7ea7sD5StujBszS46PW8vSEgW04SVKItJ-W-A5hy212p9HQjDVYxb7SszgCUVMzb1ubZR_N5iaQ/w640-h434/MaineIslandsPastel-20-9x12-72.jpg" width="640" /></a><span style="text-align: left;">0</span></div><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Maine Islands, </i>vine charcoal and pastel on paper, 9 x 12 inches, 2020</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Both the <i>Maine Islands </i>oil above and the charcoal and pastel preparatory drawing below it were based on small islands just offshore in the Sand Beach area of Stonington, Maine.</span></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><span style="font-size: large;">Also <i>Isle au Haut, Morning </i>below was begun from a drawing I made on the hillside above the village of Stonington, ME. I had risen early to watch the sunrise over the mountains on distant Isle au Haut in Acadia National Park. A thin mist caught the rising light in a way that made the air itself glow. </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6lPx335Afs0Fs9u1_C_eqs2EiGGH5H_SoIQuOk2lR55OuxKzTEY1UrFERULTAfoO1GncBGTHcz2cLUzuIqUnIQx0TPFG3BnOjFpicuAcn9wXZexZ2HZvE-2nt9cgGNX-anP1g7mRbsKRYs2uz5ea1wMxoKi1cJRpakjgbyTLD93Sfd7OGKf46gGp7Q/s504/IsleAuHautMorningI-16-6.5x13-72lightened.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="504" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs6lPx335Afs0Fs9u1_C_eqs2EiGGH5H_SoIQuOk2lR55OuxKzTEY1UrFERULTAfoO1GncBGTHcz2cLUzuIqUnIQx0TPFG3BnOjFpicuAcn9wXZexZ2HZvE-2nt9cgGNX-anP1g7mRbsKRYs2uz5ea1wMxoKi1cJRpakjgbyTLD93Sfd7OGKf46gGp7Q/w640-h318/IsleAuHautMorningI-16-6.5x13-72lightened.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Isle au Haut, Morning, </i>oil on panel, 6 1/2 x 13 inches, 2016</p><p><br /></p><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Pounding waves of course can overtime wear down rocks into smaller stone and eventually into grains of fine sand. It can turn the shore to a brilliant white color. I had a memory of early summer grasses next to those pure white notes of sand. This is a painting I did recalling how I felt at the waterside in the brilliant sun that day.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisN8mInMkYk7Zm7dxyJqMC63Pqnu_vZKdya7_Ywv8tMR8Mnh4V9K2ckYxsRO1umErMaxptcSPRR6yqfSt2L4jrqnnUvdnrQAbawSyjGDiKVX8favotdnnNgFS9rkpuYfGhM36ldcMu7Lcm2qbCsKXltCliyjBX-uI8uGNKf5wa9IzgE9v1x_9pnhiJ1A/s504/ClearWater21-30x4072.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="374" data-original-width="504" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisN8mInMkYk7Zm7dxyJqMC63Pqnu_vZKdya7_Ywv8tMR8Mnh4V9K2ckYxsRO1umErMaxptcSPRR6yqfSt2L4jrqnnUvdnrQAbawSyjGDiKVX8favotdnnNgFS9rkpuYfGhM36ldcMu7Lcm2qbCsKXltCliyjBX-uI8uGNKf5wa9IzgE9v1x_9pnhiJ1A/w640-h474/ClearWater21-30x4072.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Clear Water, </i>oil on canvas, 30 x 40 inches, 2021</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJ414HC0_E7k8S9QaE7F592jHYGaVza4aQKL-sTVx5I4_Gb04fN2IYiQiyzO_K_0rmxdLyhanjKYYBWCu7q_Y-ZbwfyrPrY1JfnNOyu_I_9OULjGX4dAp7IruPG0Z1kQa2r9se_OLxuQAv1JaBgtzqipvkVJ63ohNBhT-U2WkOJZEc4KfUmX2tsz6fg/s932/OMAAshowMaineIslandsPtg&Char.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="932" data-original-width="576" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJ414HC0_E7k8S9QaE7F592jHYGaVza4aQKL-sTVx5I4_Gb04fN2IYiQiyzO_K_0rmxdLyhanjKYYBWCu7q_Y-ZbwfyrPrY1JfnNOyu_I_9OULjGX4dAp7IruPG0Z1kQa2r9se_OLxuQAv1JaBgtzqipvkVJ63ohNBhT-U2WkOJZEc4KfUmX2tsz6fg/w396-h640/OMAAshowMaineIslandsPtg&Char.jpeg" width="396" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Photo of the installation in Ogunquit Museum of American Art</p></div>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-87717243374491879972022-05-11T23:09:00.021-04:002022-05-12T12:38:27.325-04:00Philip Koch: Isle of Dreams Exhibition- Ogunquit Museum of American Art<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjom5TljjlTEZ0JptuPAFRGFIbohsAVevJ39ZzUoW0RamSA0XYM7FaEDj8s87IuB41xMWZ3OfxNTqvHwMn2pWf4vCBHW_0G1EzqA4G7752-wDcGGbw4JPq_opUExA0yX8g18NiZXJvrbeoZnH_Wxg-XhSBv857usCwNl7ZylrBY8UY8hNvESRTPDecJDw/s864/NewDay22-30x40-72Fjpg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="649" data-original-width="864" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjom5TljjlTEZ0JptuPAFRGFIbohsAVevJ39ZzUoW0RamSA0XYM7FaEDj8s87IuB41xMWZ3OfxNTqvHwMn2pWf4vCBHW_0G1EzqA4G7752-wDcGGbw4JPq_opUExA0yX8g18NiZXJvrbeoZnH_Wxg-XhSBv857usCwNl7ZylrBY8UY8hNvESRTPDecJDw/w640-h480/NewDay22-30x40-72Fjpg.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: medium;"> <i>New Day</i>, oil on canvas, 30 x 40 inches, 2022</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://ogunquitmuseum.org">Ogunquit Museum of American Art</a> in Maine is presenting <i>Philip Koch: Isle of Dreams</i> from May 1 - July 19, 2022. Theresa Choi, the Assistant Curator at the museum, selected works for the show with a focus on themes of islands and shoreline. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ogunquit Museum comes with an important link to my personal history.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Early in my career seeing work by Edward Hopper made a powerful impact on me, inspiring me to change from painting abstractions to working as a realist. The Ogunquit Museum has hung my paintings in the same gallery space where in 2005 they showed the oils Hopper painted on the grounds of what would become the Ogunquit Museum. Here's one of those canvases- Hopper's <i>Sea at Ogunquit</i> from 1914, a view painted from life directly behind where the museum stands today.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5TRP3lvxcRDwF8EZwxspU0lnq_Z04LG1ISEt1EA99MTyB4sXgzMmI1Kww8ukfWdRB_6dvsglG78t6NL1P_y2FszX4vZwn88Z6DU_UqyIkMbPXZH61XHTUyEf73oiOiLau46lv-qASCfu-tP7carrF8u-kA61FVi_4yS30u2Xwh157d-Z7dQrQFdCNQ/s1764/Screen%20Shot%202022-05-11%20at%2011.02.05%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1208" data-original-width="1764" height="438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5TRP3lvxcRDwF8EZwxspU0lnq_Z04LG1ISEt1EA99MTyB4sXgzMmI1Kww8ukfWdRB_6dvsglG78t6NL1P_y2FszX4vZwn88Z6DU_UqyIkMbPXZH61XHTUyEf73oiOiLau46lv-qASCfu-tP7carrF8u-kA61FVi_4yS30u2Xwh157d-Z7dQrQFdCNQ/w640-h438/Screen%20Shot%202022-05-11%20at%2011.02.05%20PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">My wife Alice and I made a special trip from Baltimore to Ogunquit to see that 2005 show of Hopper's work. You can stand and gaze on the same rocks that lie just feet from the museum's gallery. It's a reminder that painting has to be an <i>inner</i> response to the subject. It's most of all about what the artist singles out for emphasis, what is left out, how the color choices may radically depart from what was observed. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A realist painting succeeds when it creates its own new world.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchNX3KBeAIDUfk0D5JktUe0y5n-vBFOYoU4C7Das9zactSiMnmP5QnFHMOzFv3bVU4pjKzSEGAGpESBv3k1184cSfFhDcT9nPLgyj915fqt39uxRoVD6u9VOH7eaAet8YcH-5X7XYqZA2EoKUy1fEwnygwL82VF3hJdJvWFVY_ic6rDtM-jl2eMIMJQ/s864/Clearing22-30x60-72F.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="428" data-original-width="864" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgchNX3KBeAIDUfk0D5JktUe0y5n-vBFOYoU4C7Das9zactSiMnmP5QnFHMOzFv3bVU4pjKzSEGAGpESBv3k1184cSfFhDcT9nPLgyj915fqt39uxRoVD6u9VOH7eaAet8YcH-5X7XYqZA2EoKUy1fEwnygwL82VF3hJdJvWFVY_ic6rDtM-jl2eMIMJQ/w640-h318/Clearing22-30x60-72F.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span> </span><i>Clearing</i><span>, oil on canvas, 30 x 60 inches, 2022</span></span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The idea for my oil <i>Clearing </i>began years before in a series of vine charcoal drawings I made on location on the bridge over Otter Cove on Mt. Desert Island, up the Maine coast from Ogunquit. My color choices were invented to evoke the resonance I felt between the shifting patterns in the water against the sky.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here are a few more of the paintings in the current exhibition. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2TATJjgLObZCVxea926gBGppGW0LNss8--qelpXxQu7MyA_yPT6l6z7q3DswSOdv7heSSMrus5r7vqMacTMMXsZxZzBICaVXwLJH7gHBlSWbrXZ1EhImwmSFrQlh-FMl0_c_jtgoivm4HC5WuSY_hgxEyrxdVaNZGo1-85cl52TtQPbYgceFAQdgDw/s504/LateJuly21-6.5x13-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="249" data-original-width="504" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis2TATJjgLObZCVxea926gBGppGW0LNss8--qelpXxQu7MyA_yPT6l6z7q3DswSOdv7heSSMrus5r7vqMacTMMXsZxZzBICaVXwLJH7gHBlSWbrXZ1EhImwmSFrQlh-FMl0_c_jtgoivm4HC5WuSY_hgxEyrxdVaNZGo1-85cl52TtQPbYgceFAQdgDw/w640-h316/LateJuly21-6.5x13-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <i>Late July</i>, oil on panel, 6 1/2 x 13 inches, 2021</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Late July</i> came into being back in my studio based on vine charcoal drawings I made of the Porcupine Islands just off of Bar Harbor, ME.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoSku01hAQDgl0pDXX0WjkUWfqtnQX5RaJHwmf2KACnlP5HQXU9O9ecD6uHh2w_er7JS0oyfFtCbEDZ7ZzwhNLIBfgs10PIvkrjzIV4gC_IztiSTaBoHUF0qEFA_cE56DbJOmVRU4cmdlwxSfB-KcGGqfQMzEQgjwsKoRvKRLGGXmXYSGDZLtn6aK0w/s504/NarrowCoveOgunquit21-12%20x%2016-72Feb10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="504" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieoSku01hAQDgl0pDXX0WjkUWfqtnQX5RaJHwmf2KACnlP5HQXU9O9ecD6uHh2w_er7JS0oyfFtCbEDZ7ZzwhNLIBfgs10PIvkrjzIV4gC_IztiSTaBoHUF0qEFA_cE56DbJOmVRU4cmdlwxSfB-KcGGqfQMzEQgjwsKoRvKRLGGXmXYSGDZLtn6aK0w/w640-h484/NarrowCoveOgunquit21-12%20x%2016-72Feb10.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i style="text-align: left;">Narrow Cove, Ogunquit</i><span style="text-align: left;">, oil on panel, 12 x 16 inches, 2021</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The <i>Narrow Cove, Ogunquit </i>oil was done from the drawing below. While faithful to the general silhouettes in the drawing it injects an unanticipated note with the color decisions. I feel the painting is accurate in how it gives a sense of how it feels to stand before those rocks and the ocean.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcYhNMMcQxYp33zJqOpKexEcRzV5wDTrZhh5p0GR_x6XDPJY6C_RJ1ZTj86QMGefOCFRrrWtHq-RyjZJyZ6q0ZYtpKjn9Z2mPdKIlutNfWIERKY_b2NAQTgQRcDJ4JKJKEluVbS9QSEv7oFLYIICghCYEaxnEhz0sv90ITL-gzy8BXAxs1a1TmMpyxQ/s504/OgunquitCoveChar21-9x12-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="342" data-original-width="504" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcYhNMMcQxYp33zJqOpKexEcRzV5wDTrZhh5p0GR_x6XDPJY6C_RJ1ZTj86QMGefOCFRrrWtHq-RyjZJyZ6q0ZYtpKjn9Z2mPdKIlutNfWIERKY_b2NAQTgQRcDJ4JKJKEluVbS9QSEv7oFLYIICghCYEaxnEhz0sv90ITL-gzy8BXAxs1a1TmMpyxQ/w640-h434/OgunquitCoveChar21-9x12-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Narrow Cove, Ogunquit</i>, vine charcoal, 8 x 12 inches, 2021</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-size: large;">My wife Alice took this photo of me studying the rhythms of the rock formations just outside the museum.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBHcHLMcQJ2FUFcfE42L0BV2VViOrHwjGdXqvQNYFJS0ssWd8NKheEsYOA-5NnEux-zCs9YuWB5fuEp6-55qJNLoXieKOxd2sRiUV7DmsgIjr1eykhwBG45yMcrI5PhXxQWrn2Jj5hLrK6uLiWL_hjkSD1BEhQ0PpEFhcsKW2OrpSC0GjY42RnQxIoww/s4032/OgunquitOct21PhilDrawing.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBHcHLMcQJ2FUFcfE42L0BV2VViOrHwjGdXqvQNYFJS0ssWd8NKheEsYOA-5NnEux-zCs9YuWB5fuEp6-55qJNLoXieKOxd2sRiUV7DmsgIjr1eykhwBG45yMcrI5PhXxQWrn2Jj5hLrK6uLiWL_hjkSD1BEhQ0PpEFhcsKW2OrpSC0GjY42RnQxIoww/w480-h640/OgunquitOct21PhilDrawing.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: medium;">Philip Koch working on the above charcoal drawing on the shore</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">just behind the Ogunquit Museum, Oct. 2021.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the next few posts I'll tell a little background on the remaining works in the museum's exhibition.</span></div><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-62567135519523950072022-01-06T11:06:00.001-05:002022-01-06T11:26:38.031-05:00Magical Roadmaps <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmSke20_Ng32CoztYKyAvaHMGCVlHEDFtgwjNKftUR_uhnhD8bTRZw-RflHL1kP-MW2FBxafwflUJlf2FtoHivYVOg9-RBfJHJQyRuqJmDRDeerHmvJfwh71SL6Soydis52EqhDtbnSOqQEbHLcWsdsE8nE-VT1_wTtbBUFDQO0sYG7Yczx9mAYOBDIQ=s504" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="401" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmSke20_Ng32CoztYKyAvaHMGCVlHEDFtgwjNKftUR_uhnhD8bTRZw-RflHL1kP-MW2FBxafwflUJlf2FtoHivYVOg9-RBfJHJQyRuqJmDRDeerHmvJfwh71SL6Soydis52EqhDtbnSOqQEbHLcWsdsE8nE-VT1_wTtbBUFDQO0sYG7Yczx9mAYOBDIQ=w510-h640" width="510" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i> Northland Birches, </i>oil on canvas, 40 x 32 inches, 2021</div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Have you ever had a one of those dreams that seemed magical, that when you awakened left you with unusual energy and optimism?</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Most likely we all have. Last night I had one- a fable of swimming beneath the water to make remarkable discoveries. What these dreams mean matters less than that we enjoy and value them. They speak to us through a parade of images and shifting emotions. Sometimes with real power.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Art has this in common with dreams.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">If you look at fifty paintings there will be one or two special ones that strike a chord within you. They're the ones you want to go back and look at again. Just what it is about these paintings that gives them this enchanting quality is nearly impossible to put into words. Yet the feeling they give us is unmistakeable. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">When you're struck by one of those exceptional paintings I believe it mirrors a part of our unconscious side that we normally can't see clearly. It's as if a hidden lens has unexpectedly turned and brought things into focus. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">We will never fully understand these things. Rather just savor these experiences. There is something of value here. Let the feeling they cast over you linger awhile.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-25928673074925623322021-12-19T17:35:00.012-05:002022-05-11T23:41:40.107-04:00Drawing and Painting Ogunquit, Maine<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKvrR78mNztKSnusS033-Hb5iD67K2BoXUeiW10iC53db3-FWqkvpXJdRJUBaE_B8yIgWlvKOy33duZn-Mn2u9TxJ50ub04i8UbpzJq6Ejh_qOiousTUyaZ3NNZtXA3tZWyxXy26kmumRTNXr4nYcQcDk4IhJR_Slj6PbjUWB2TTN6v-ABVhaxLPFQg/s504/NarrowCoveOgunaquit22-12x16Feb15-72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="504" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKvrR78mNztKSnusS033-Hb5iD67K2BoXUeiW10iC53db3-FWqkvpXJdRJUBaE_B8yIgWlvKOy33duZn-Mn2u9TxJ50ub04i8UbpzJq6Ejh_qOiousTUyaZ3NNZtXA3tZWyxXy26kmumRTNXr4nYcQcDk4IhJR_Slj6PbjUWB2TTN6v-ABVhaxLPFQg/w640-h482/NarrowCoveOgunaquit22-12x16Feb15-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Philip Koch, <i>Narrow Cove, Ogunquit</i>, oil on panel, 12 x 16 inches, 2021</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Above is my new painting of the Maine shoreline just in front of the Ogunquit Museum of American Art. It was painted in my studio based on the on location vine charcoal I drew when my wife Alice visited the museum in October (see below).</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">For decades I was painting outdoors with my oils and a French easel. Working like that brought a lot paintings I am proud of. Just as important I learned so much about what it means to see creatively. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">More recently I'm doing more painting in oil in the studio with the aid of vine charcoal drawings that I bring back indoors from outside excursions.</span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiP190rGrUhVtjZZpA0IXMWa_8w27VHS3Y6YxH_Rim5N7iR-l7S0oCGa37gpSlL0yebAZJg_d6DotgiHmlNyp8IiIDBHJOjMHwrUH__OkdoNaRY0WJnp4DImhhCu7942diaqv3c-ugGZ5aFUPnmx6qLmN4Z8-y_TnEYR0CgWF5pK_IqqxpvQZmNDPi3KQ=s648" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="648" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiP190rGrUhVtjZZpA0IXMWa_8w27VHS3Y6YxH_Rim5N7iR-l7S0oCGa37gpSlL0yebAZJg_d6DotgiHmlNyp8IiIDBHJOjMHwrUH__OkdoNaRY0WJnp4DImhhCu7942diaqv3c-ugGZ5aFUPnmx6qLmN4Z8-y_TnEYR0CgWF5pK_IqqxpvQZmNDPi3KQ=w640-h434" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Philip Koch, <i>Narrow Cove Ogunquit, </i>vine charcoal, 8 x 12 inches, 2021</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">For me the real purpose of making paintings of the outside world is that they invite us to explore our inner world. In a strong painting unusual shapes or unexpected chords of color will touch us down deep. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">They awaken a language of energy and feeling that we may have forgotten. First making a drawing from nature before I paint slows down my process and affords me more time for a final vision to mature in my mind's eye.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here's a photo Alice took of me as I was making the <i>Narrow Cove</i> charcoal. Just a few steps away in back of me is the Ogunquit Museum. Pretty nice neighborhood to go looking at art.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgW7u278gZD6E1lGbJ7DGs7PB0juBHLfGkef_Acj90xuIQ22Uqh9U_WkWindKOpvUhPg0tLaDC9x3eiUL_kKxLuhDi1pjaL7HZbbM1JqFvDydP32mqFaoCZQYex4rOZWU1te7LaqI89UWJRLqcTz2qxdC91TXC5g8u75aYQn1vSLp2FiFeJjpb19vPo6A=s504" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="378" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgW7u278gZD6E1lGbJ7DGs7PB0juBHLfGkef_Acj90xuIQ22Uqh9U_WkWindKOpvUhPg0tLaDC9x3eiUL_kKxLuhDi1pjaL7HZbbM1JqFvDydP32mqFaoCZQYex4rOZWU1te7LaqI89UWJRLqcTz2qxdC91TXC5g8u75aYQn1vSLp2FiFeJjpb19vPo6A=w480-h640" width="480" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-2006678177059472642021-09-27T13:23:00.004-04:002021-09-27T15:15:38.128-04:00Cats Hate Water<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW23aQznniFbvhcFEie8jOsCVVUnFjQTokQsn9ierUA8094QcsnLUuNxT2Vcco3pWz54E6lbxS__TH2kKJQT3SM1p_v-NRjaBvjAHIzX2kWqF_lG6aP9jZaOEehMx_N5iBOB-v69bFyqme/s504/TruroAfternoon21-28x42-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="504" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW23aQznniFbvhcFEie8jOsCVVUnFjQTokQsn9ierUA8094QcsnLUuNxT2Vcco3pWz54E6lbxS__TH2kKJQT3SM1p_v-NRjaBvjAHIzX2kWqF_lG6aP9jZaOEehMx_N5iBOB-v69bFyqme/w640-h426/TruroAfternoon21-28x42-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Philip Koch. </span><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">Truro Afternoon, </i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue";">oil on canvas, 28 x 42 inches, 2021</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here's one of my new paintings. It's based on a small oil I painted on location in Edward Hopper’s studio in Truro, MA. The view is of the corner of the studio’s painting room that inspired Hopper’s oil <i>Rooms by the Sea </i>from 1951 (now at Yale University Art Gallery).</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have a long history of painting this corner of this room.</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">It really started when I was much younger. Idly sunning myself on a lounge chair on the patio of my home, I was flipping through my parents’ copy of <i>Time </i>magazine. I was a typically preoccupied teenager, uninvolved with art. Coming across a photo of Hopper’s <i>Rooms by the Sea </i>I did a double take. </span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">The painting powerfully evoked the feeling one has of gazing out at an expanse of open water. The vast waters of Lake Ontario were a big part of my life (since I was 3 1/2 we had lived on its shore, first in a rental house and then moving (on my 4th birthday no less) into our lakeshore home in Webster, NY where I lived until I was 18). The image in the magazine struck a chord in me. I thought “Now <i>THAT’S</i> a painting!” </span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Discovering that painting started the ball rolling towards my decision to become a painter. When I was 18 and in my first semester at Oberlin College the Art History 101 I was taking persuaded me to switch my major from Sociology to Studio Art.</span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Immediately it was a good fit.</span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">My first two years as an art major I splashed away with acrylic paints turning out large colorful abstractions. Then in the Spring semester of my Sophomore year I found images in Oberlin’s Art Library of, guess who, Edward Hopper's paintings of bright sunlight and cast shadows so like what I’d seen years before. On some level I knew these were feelings I needed to pursue and changed course to become a realist painter.</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">In 1983 I had the good fortune to begin a long series of informal “residencies” in the Hopper studio. Standing right in front of the doorway that prompted <i>Rooms by the Sea </i>felt like a celebration of the long course my own paintings had taken me up to that point. I’ve made a number of paintings of it- some highly accurate renditions of the actual architecture, others using the doorway more as a springboard for some playful invention.</span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cats hate water. </span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;">In </span><i>Truro Afternoon </i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue;"><span style="font-size: large;">a cat has hopped on the bed to sun himself.</span> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Yet he too stares out at an unseen window, perhaps mesmerized by the rhythm of the waves. At the right the sea reminds us of adventure, exploring, perhaps of things and places that are deep and unknowable. A sun filled bedroom is all about domesticity, comfort and safety. Aren't these opposing needs so real in all of us? This painting suggests these feelings needn't be at war with each other- </span><span>that things can be moved to a place of resolve and balance.</span></span></p><div><br /></div>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-44126985125023552772021-09-24T14:19:00.004-04:002021-09-24T14:40:36.610-04:00Maier Museum of Art at Randolph College (Part II)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpa-3ZUzjClbfKkjvtZINOzjn6hP_33osOtDNDp_3p6yJyw_Tzt73Vs0AsgBrbHguJUrO7p0-lXBxltY4zDfgXDlmYeRX1w0yT_KABbTGBNfTlBulxe238igtlciyUiDn_ZFO8IGzF6wv/s1516/MaierAllenCloseUp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1516" data-original-width="982" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLpa-3ZUzjClbfKkjvtZINOzjn6hP_33osOtDNDp_3p6yJyw_Tzt73Vs0AsgBrbHguJUrO7p0-lXBxltY4zDfgXDlmYeRX1w0yT_KABbTGBNfTlBulxe238igtlciyUiDn_ZFO8IGzF6wv/w414-h640/MaierAllenCloseUp.jpg" width="414" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Marion Boyd Allen (1862-1941), <i>Portrait of Anna Vaughn Hyatt</i>, 1915</p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Continuing with a few short comments about paintings that especially struck me on my visit to <a href="https://maiermuseum.org" target="_blank">Maier Museum of Art</a> at Randolph College in Lynchburg, VA.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><span>Sometimes you come across an artist whose work is so strong it makes you wonder why they're not better known. That's how it felt seeing Maier Museum of Art'</span><span>s large oil by Marion Boyd Allen, <i>Portrait of Anna Vaughn Hyatt.</i> </span><i> </i><span>The figure of Hyatt is powerful and looks assured as she sculpts a horse and rider. It seems so fitting that the Maier Museum acquired this painting at a time when Randolph College was an all women's school.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMOQuVkfFhNHhvZD_crNNevD3hzuG3-wDAI3O07qp57updTTtX2jn5zB_lVdh7ntgp3fNDGmQf0losyZEE1-XiqbhhJt0FIwvGP1PCTTo7byw_IOHXEkorieOIFCffR4KPeX0nj_1i7AY/s2048/MaierAllen+wide.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMOQuVkfFhNHhvZD_crNNevD3hzuG3-wDAI3O07qp57updTTtX2jn5zB_lVdh7ntgp3fNDGmQf0losyZEE1-XiqbhhJt0FIwvGP1PCTTo7byw_IOHXEkorieOIFCffR4KPeX0nj_1i7AY/w480-h640/MaierAllen+wide.jpeg" width="480" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Installation view of the museum gallery with the Allen painting in a commanding position.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ivGH_zh-Q11uAcc18OyUvPA07nsVsjU8jVUTGb1mdD48uB61f-Lp35h_KktnUgdYX45c5WmyQ4RKJ1w7TyGvZiFDwxTWI3wnKOnk2oxU1roZ11o0jNcAZFARNKHLKs_Tvoh4LrfX5d06/s2048/MaierSloan.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1736" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3ivGH_zh-Q11uAcc18OyUvPA07nsVsjU8jVUTGb1mdD48uB61f-Lp35h_KktnUgdYX45c5WmyQ4RKJ1w7TyGvZiFDwxTWI3wnKOnk2oxU1roZ11o0jNcAZFARNKHLKs_Tvoh4LrfX5d06/w542-h640/MaierSloan.jpeg" width="542" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> John Sloan, <i>Sun and Wind on the Roof</i>, oil on canvas, 1915</span></div><p></p><span style="font-size: large;">Ever since I studied painting in the same studio where John Sloan taught his class at the Art Students League of New York I've had a spot in my heart for Sloan's art. (They even had a dusty framed photo on the wall of Sloan posing in the room with his students). </span><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">A favorite subject for Sloan early in his career was women hanging laundry on their apartment roofs. In Maier's Sloan oil the artist sharply silhouettes the woman in her white dress with a long row of billowing white laundry. All the other tones in the painting, including the sky, are held to a much darker level so the sun on the woman and white garments is dazzling. It's a good thing as the laundry flapping in the wind has its own personality we don't want to miss.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JpzTA_vKAuzJ2Y02MHgi-wP_vpxjfqVt6tfv4ko2Sv5ey24AMH2_muB9G3PLO_K0r0Z__pHIgZ-VzNJ1xMbyryhk8etw4WxddnRv1TS6Sf9WPukRvfbV0MhH_filanOhxNQsr7CKdWHj/s2048/MaierHennings.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1925" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-JpzTA_vKAuzJ2Y02MHgi-wP_vpxjfqVt6tfv4ko2Sv5ey24AMH2_muB9G3PLO_K0r0Z__pHIgZ-VzNJ1xMbyryhk8etw4WxddnRv1TS6Sf9WPukRvfbV0MhH_filanOhxNQsr7CKdWHj/w602-h640/MaierHennings.jpeg" width="602" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;">Ernest Martin Hennings (1886-1956), <i>Through the Arroyo, </i>no date</div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Instead of waving laundry, in this landscape by Hennings the New Mexico rocks basking under a brilliant sun are the real subject of the painting. Like the Sloan woman and laundry, Hennings has made the highlighted rocks the most animated part of his painting. They have an almost fantastic quality that reminds me of giant blocks of butter melting. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The white shirt on the foreground rider provides a perfect contrast to the rich gold colors of the rocks. Also like in the Sloan, the artist heightens the intensity of the sunlight by pushing the tones of the far mountains down into a deep shadow.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">From October 1, 2021 to April 1, 2022 Maier is presenting its 110th Annual Exhibition of Contemporary Art, <i>Storytellers: Faith Ringgold + Aminah Robinson.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: x-large; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHPNQ3YZ7ZtZKalwKm9h9tQ5_QNA7bhuKVDrA90ewrTwkKCvtm0UfbifHZq6-b3vkziAJtYtQgVKgN05zAWDCFRA2SfsX1THm7yOuL7_ia8Ssbe1ETe9M2KoD0ePepuVKvpcpBu4Cvgiz/s1234/Screen+Shot+2021-09-24+at+1.55.43+PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1186" data-original-width="1234" height="616" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuHPNQ3YZ7ZtZKalwKm9h9tQ5_QNA7bhuKVDrA90ewrTwkKCvtm0UfbifHZq6-b3vkziAJtYtQgVKgN05zAWDCFRA2SfsX1THm7yOuL7_ia8Ssbe1ETe9M2KoD0ePepuVKvpcpBu4Cvgiz/w640-h616/Screen+Shot+2021-09-24+at+1.55.43+PM.png" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Faith Ringgold quilt</span></div></div><div style="font-size: large; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span> <p></p></div>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-77109108274639089942021-09-20T12:52:00.017-04:002021-09-20T13:48:40.049-04:00Maier Museum of Art at Randolph College (Part I)<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopBlRWktWeTzp4Nf5Z01FAzPXDCp2rC7KCZEqLXHzGqurOD_bDaxcEkNbWRl1D0Kc6OXaztQvX7D1reWlVhrFDmVWa03WPAP6UmBFohLPgC5Z9RKH2aVVOS7xRTFmNKz2TcrZ5PdAglbI/s2048/MaierBuilding.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopBlRWktWeTzp4Nf5Z01FAzPXDCp2rC7KCZEqLXHzGqurOD_bDaxcEkNbWRl1D0Kc6OXaztQvX7D1reWlVhrFDmVWa03WPAP6UmBFohLPgC5Z9RKH2aVVOS7xRTFmNKz2TcrZ5PdAglbI/w640-h480/MaierBuilding.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maier Museum of Art at Randolph College, Lynchburg , VA</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I had the wrong major in college. Fortunately the campus art museum (Allen Memorial Art Museum) woke me up to what I was meant to do- paint. What a powerful impact even a smaller museum can have on a young artist.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">That's part of why I drove down from Baltimore to the <a href="http://maiermuseum.org" target="_blank">Maier Museum of Art at Randolph College</a> in Lynchburg, VA last week. They have an Edward Hopper landscape I needed to see (more later), but I was intrigued by what I'd seen of their collection on-line as well.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAS-NA4B3TlrKnv04CxEL0mkHsVgjlYjVksbaUog7TN90ksOM-jSVj0X1D_bdXhsalxCEVcfv_C7SSVQRmGCK5YrDWNEk7rJzZygNdy5EozyIuAPPOAVLmFmtW0SD3yQ37A96IG5S6Yu-1/s2048/MaierCole.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1432" data-original-width="2048" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAS-NA4B3TlrKnv04CxEL0mkHsVgjlYjVksbaUog7TN90ksOM-jSVj0X1D_bdXhsalxCEVcfv_C7SSVQRmGCK5YrDWNEk7rJzZygNdy5EozyIuAPPOAVLmFmtW0SD3yQ37A96IG5S6Yu-1/w640-h448/MaierCole.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thomas Cole, <i>Corway Peak, New Hampshire, </i></span><span style="font-size: large;">oil on canvas, 1844</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm a little different from many contemporary artists in that I've always looked for insight and inspiration from the artists who've gone down the path before me. When you're starting out you need guidance. Allen Art Museum's giant color field painting by Larry Poons pushed me to explore what color could be made to do. I painted dozens of brilliantly colored abstractions my first years at the easel. Frank Stella and Rothko became my best friends.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Later on I steered my course towards realism and landscape painting. 19th century American landscape painting especially seemed to know my name. Maier Museum has a particularly strong oil by Thomas Cole, who along with others founded the American landscape painting movement. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Maier's Cole marvelously contrasts a sharp rocky escarpment against a mountain wrapped in the most delicate blanket of glowing atmosphere. I love art that plays opposites off against each other like this. In all our personal lives we're confronted with colliding opposing forces. This painting by Cole reminds us the damage doesn't have to be permanent, sometimes things can be returned to a place of resolution and balance.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Speaking of balance, perhaps my favorite of the 19th century landscape painters is John Frederick Kensett. Hanging next to Maier's Cole is one of the most s</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">erene shoreline paintings imaginable. As a kid growing up on the shore of Lake Ontario I'd see scenes of elegant stillness like what Kensett offers up to us here. He nails a feeling I know all of us carry inside. His painting reminds us to touch that feeling often. </span></p><p><br /></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlB31KTCLd_7BXZ5U1-M-nHutc1UsBH6W1kRFUpSKGqk_HTDrncR-RA8Pkvrwx7DU6zkh5qW8ZBaQMVXt6yROuqg8PnGbsv3CUltxlxDKi85pKcegNsHw6HD_4J7A7u83U6ZwKkiwWwJBi/s2048/MaierKensett.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1690" data-original-width="2048" height="528" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlB31KTCLd_7BXZ5U1-M-nHutc1UsBH6W1kRFUpSKGqk_HTDrncR-RA8Pkvrwx7DU6zkh5qW8ZBaQMVXt6yROuqg8PnGbsv3CUltxlxDKi85pKcegNsHw6HD_4J7A7u83U6ZwKkiwWwJBi/w640-h528/MaierKensett.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;">John F. Kensett, <i>On the Connecticut Shore</i>, oil on canvas, 1871</span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">And here's the Hopper painting I expressly made the trip to see. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRGngG9W8MK7DMoDP7lgL1QAGrYSk6HOiM2JyJHpczJt8lVFNTI4pKkEIVIlmtqCD7EF2OCn7Z2ycfk8VYsxLr28TFUXhhPaLyb0rNIWX06NTy9MqYEDlIpRT3uLkHbdXjs8z_1eC0K8i/s2048/MaierHopper.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1633" data-original-width="2048" height="510" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRGngG9W8MK7DMoDP7lgL1QAGrYSk6HOiM2JyJHpczJt8lVFNTI4pKkEIVIlmtqCD7EF2OCn7Z2ycfk8VYsxLr28TFUXhhPaLyb0rNIWX06NTy9MqYEDlIpRT3uLkHbdXjs8z_1eC0K8i/w640-h510/MaierHopper.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Edward Hopper, <i>Mrs. Scott's House, </i>oil on canvas, 1932</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">When Edward Hopper first visited Cape Cod in 1930 he was fascinated by the huge rolling sand dunes he found in the Truro. This oil was painted about 200 yards from the spot where two years later would build the studio he and Jo Hopper would live in for the next three decades.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Seeing the painting in the flesh it's striking how much attention the artist paid to the seemingly empty dunes. Hopper carefully inbued each dune its own unique surface, as if each had something different to say. To me the back two dunes look like they're getting ready to rise up and start moving. I think the upward arching silhouettes they share give them an extra animated presence. Remarkable painting!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">In a couple of days I'll post comments on more of the Maier's collection.</span></div><br /><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-37156135534402690662021-09-06T16:53:00.004-04:002021-09-06T16:56:30.419-04:00Winter Is Good for the Soul<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisArPNWvj02oo9aAtG05ZuEeW2vOnyHz8aXqt21uFlltDhL1kpQ1pqp86sF8cPiYWNFkGcpPZPCY1koxDDO6tBbWsAZswGuzv8GX9MP4PUqdo-oKvxhyphenhyphenfD3P7ZWmFugYpYuxYZkOmLfFOp/s504/Winter21-36x48-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="373" data-original-width="504" height="474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisArPNWvj02oo9aAtG05ZuEeW2vOnyHz8aXqt21uFlltDhL1kpQ1pqp86sF8cPiYWNFkGcpPZPCY1koxDDO6tBbWsAZswGuzv8GX9MP4PUqdo-oKvxhyphenhyphenfD3P7ZWmFugYpYuxYZkOmLfFOp/w640-h474/Winter21-36x48-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><span style="font-size: medium;"></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Philip Koch, <i>Winter</i>, oil on canvas, 36 x48 inches, 2021</span></p><p></p></blockquote><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">If this painting looks like it's too cold that's good. It's a painting I made as a thank you for an early lesson cold winter gave me.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">It's done mostly from memory of my childhood in upstate New York. We lived right on the shore of Lake Ontario. Summers there were sweet. While the water was always on the cold side for swimming that never stopped us kids. Even on the hottest days there would be a breeze off the lake that kept the air comfortable. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">Come winter things changed. Strong winds blew down from Canada and vacuumed away even the most stubborn leaves that tried to cling to their branches. The Ontario shoreline quickly froze over with a glistening coat of ice. Splashing waves would gradually build up mysterious forms that looked like icebergs. When the sun shone down on this I found it spellbindingly beautiful.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span>We kids climbed all over the fantasy-like playgrounds these little ice mountains would grow into. While in summers we competed to see who could last the longest swimming in the chilly waters, winter allowed no contest. The north winds were just too piercing. </span><span>Winter provided us an extraordinary spectacle, but so often allowed us a only brief moments to take it in. It was a chilly prod to open ones eyes wide and let feelings come in.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span>In our lives a rich and deep new feeling can come unannounced and sweep over us. Rarely do we have words to describe the experience. Often we have only a moment to grasp or savor it before it frustratingly starts to fade away. To me the work of a painter is to stop time. To nail down these extra-ordinary </span><span>experiences. The painter invents a stable and concrete form that can hold these fugitive feelings. Then they can be shared with others.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-21747175743042240642021-08-20T21:53:00.002-04:002021-08-20T22:38:00.420-04:00New Paintings Begin Years Before the Brush Hits the Canvas<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFTlpvEKAtkWq3o-UZMYMhlj-DWd6SKzTqnJIdOhyO0XurhyvLi2HyQBQVUlfSZ5PcXDTpvzZSmIyjlDemqiXqgUxcg5gwtMlSjTq7j_QGc1nSoJLRuPLW7bJONj1rHevKSIgl6NitTIL/s468/Truro+Beach+charcoalNoCap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="312" data-original-width="468" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFTlpvEKAtkWq3o-UZMYMhlj-DWd6SKzTqnJIdOhyO0XurhyvLi2HyQBQVUlfSZ5PcXDTpvzZSmIyjlDemqiXqgUxcg5gwtMlSjTq7j_QGc1nSoJLRuPLW7bJONj1rHevKSIgl6NitTIL/w640-h426/Truro+Beach+charcoalNoCap.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Philip Koch, <i>Truro Beach</i>, vine charcoal, 8 1/2 x 12 3/4 inches, 2004-5</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">When an artist makes a new painting they are always in conversation with works they have made before. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">This morning while looking through my art archives </span><span style="font-size: large;">I came across one of my favorite drawings. I made it a quarter century ago but it's an important piece that led me to making some of my more ambitious works. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's of a special place. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">We were staying Truro, MA on Cape Cod in the former painting studio of the Edward Hopper. Hopper was the artist who inspired me early in my career to move from painting abstractions to working as a realist. I made the drawing of the intricately sculptural sand dunes on the beach just below his studio. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">During that same residency in the studio there was a full moon one night that shone brilliantly down on the dunes. I got to wondering how those dunes along the shore would have looked under that moonlight and made this pastel drawing of how I imagined the scene.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wla8_TUpUQdMiTCiaxKPpRB4YBe2OGYHohdcbu-b_fyJvn-KO6zUDZHe2Wngj3C7D7NacmEFExK64nq4yY_xXInjtnr4ycQZC-4E_u9ypjf3JyAOrL59DmusSyoJHsp6URfB2oFEHiu3/s504/MoonlightTruroBeachPastel04-8.5x+12.75-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="504" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wla8_TUpUQdMiTCiaxKPpRB4YBe2OGYHohdcbu-b_fyJvn-KO6zUDZHe2Wngj3C7D7NacmEFExK64nq4yY_xXInjtnr4ycQZC-4E_u9ypjf3JyAOrL59DmusSyoJHsp6URfB2oFEHiu3/w640-h434/MoonlightTruroBeachPastel04-8.5x+12.75-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Moonlight on Truro Beach, </i>pastel, 8 1/2 x 12 3/4 inches, 2004</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes the work you have done seems to want to call you back. The spirit of both the charcoal drawing and the pastel continued to resonate in the back of my mind. You find yourself repeatedly thinking about an image just because you enjoy falling into that world.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It came to me I wanted to combine that Cape Cod shoreline with a more distant memory of the times my father used to take me sailing on Lake Ontario at night. What followed were a series of paintings exploring these images.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIoUQN8_SwV7yK79fAdQa-k6G6XNJ05JU6G1EwvCvS9Ix-hqE9x86iAE_rCavnaACrAH2m922h7lR1Nd-KUCPBtY4QNVkC-FZA9rHaDF11Ks_OX1e79qbUFN0h51VRpIZ3sgzA8q2HFyIv/s2048/TheReachIV-21-40x60-300jpeg.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1353" data-original-width="2048" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIoUQN8_SwV7yK79fAdQa-k6G6XNJ05JU6G1EwvCvS9Ix-hqE9x86iAE_rCavnaACrAH2m922h7lR1Nd-KUCPBtY4QNVkC-FZA9rHaDF11Ks_OX1e79qbUFN0h51VRpIZ3sgzA8q2HFyIv/w640-h422/TheReachIV-21-40x60-300jpeg.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>The Reach IV, </i>oil on canvas, 40 x 60 inches, 2021, at <a href="https://somervillemanning.com/artists/philip-koch/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Somerville Manning Gallery,</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Greenville, DE</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The most recent and most vibrant in color of these canvases is <i>The Reach IV</i>. It's a little moody and mysterious, just the way the past often whispers to us. </span></div>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-16404646045648658112021-07-31T14:00:00.002-04:002021-07-31T14:00:45.253-04:00The Painting That Made the Pastor Scream<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpbWNnn0Nifmjzw5Cny6elA2o3Ba2t_YCI_I7DuKbCuAFeFhyX3028x8gDJbg7RCkwEe4d6iY4o_dd8peNdqLDWiihU9Llcfyw3TpQsTk640lrbnzC6eAes6dRSUdJofqmSgRq0vE89jJ/s504/SummerOwingsMills74-16x18-72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="444" data-original-width="504" height="564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTpbWNnn0Nifmjzw5Cny6elA2o3Ba2t_YCI_I7DuKbCuAFeFhyX3028x8gDJbg7RCkwEe4d6iY4o_dd8peNdqLDWiihU9Llcfyw3TpQsTk640lrbnzC6eAes6dRSUdJofqmSgRq0vE89jJ/w640-h564/SummerOwingsMills74-16x18-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 14px;">Philip Koch, </span><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 14px;">Summer, Owings Mills</i><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 14px;">, oil on canvas, 16 x 18 inches, 1974</span></div><p></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">What I didn’t know was the pastor of the church had seen me painting and had come out to see what I was doing. He came up to me from behind as things were going from bad to worse with the canvas. At the moment he reached out to tap me on the shoulder to get my attention I lost it and hurled the painting. I managed to scare him enough to scream. And not knowing anyone was behind me I screamed as well.</span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don’t know who was more embarrassed, the normally poised man of the cloth with the cleric’s collar or the carefree, in-tune-with-nature artist. We all fall from grace sometimes. </span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pretending we weren’t totally chagrinned, we each apologized and even laughed about what had happened. Fortunately he was nice about me coming onto his church property uninvited and told me to please stay and finish the work. I’d had enough excitement though and figured I’d live to paint another day. The following day I returned and the painting came together. I think the Muse had been watching and decided I’d suffered enough for my art with this painting</span></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-49783843464849076192021-07-07T18:29:00.006-04:002021-07-07T19:45:43.898-04:00Sun Worship? My New Painting "Sun by the Truro Door"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8UscTsF6uD7GTun1dRE2ZRodAGjQ_h9E-uXpJm4YiSwXaBhpsLLLEG1xkYG3OieKEMK_e6Gl6-UnjikAPt2hg6O20J3C-Mgov2Q3NdU5tV7SFvEwFJKQpaUux4S_OP0B4Iz3XsAyftDdI/s720/TruroDoor21-18x24-72F.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="538" data-original-width="720" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8UscTsF6uD7GTun1dRE2ZRodAGjQ_h9E-uXpJm4YiSwXaBhpsLLLEG1xkYG3OieKEMK_e6Gl6-UnjikAPt2hg6O20J3C-Mgov2Q3NdU5tV7SFvEwFJKQpaUux4S_OP0B4Iz3XsAyftDdI/w640-h478/TruroDoor21-18x24-72F.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Sun by the Truro Door, </i>oil on panel, 18 x 24 inches, 2021</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Science tells us without the energy that the sun shines down on our planet we couldn't sustain life. It's a big deal. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think intuitively most artists sense that- certainly many painters (think Claude Monet and the French Impressionists for example) made celebrating the sun's light a core element in their works. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Above is a new oil that is headed up to <a href="http://www.addisonart.com" rel="" target="_blank">Addison Art Gallery</a> in Orleans, MA next week. I did it entirely from my memory of watching the first rays of the rising sun in the painting room in Edward Hopper's studio on Cape Cod. Anyone living I think has felt the quiet touch of excitement seeing that first splash of morning's sunlight . </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have a long history with that idea. When I was a teenager I wasn't particularly interested in art. One afternoon when leafing through my parents' <i>Time </i>magazine I stumbled into Hopper's painting below. "Now <i>that's</i> a painting!" I remember saying to myself. It was a painting revealing an artist almost transfixed by the mystery and beauty of the sun simply announcing itself on an empty wall.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuFSlfl5E-sC9YOaDKdiPXvA8BhrrE9NEnvtARtr6P12cEXQICN1hCwU3bSkHom4C7OMYg4PtEQF2PgKVZEpbq7rCb8HdBvLdkZF_EW4WrfhSOpLrJc_maxsOTZLkpiBNG3tHU2WqlwzD/s480/HopperRoomsByTheSea.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="347" data-original-width="480" height="462" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnuFSlfl5E-sC9YOaDKdiPXvA8BhrrE9NEnvtARtr6P12cEXQICN1hCwU3bSkHom4C7OMYg4PtEQF2PgKVZEpbq7rCb8HdBvLdkZF_EW4WrfhSOpLrJc_maxsOTZLkpiBNG3tHU2WqlwzD/w640-h462/HopperRoomsByTheSea.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Edward Hopper, <i>Rooms by the Sea,</i> oil. on canvas, 1951 Yale University Art Gallery</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span> I was relying only on my memory to envision how to make my new painting and wanted to give the composition time to crystalize in my mind. Taking step-by-step approach, I made the small preparatory oil </span><span>below to try out how the shapes and chords of color could work together.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDZAAGAz1tJhUNkg2XreHKkalBtRvGkNCWvI5-1ViAzhX7j1auZfWa-g01Hsvlf9LrRjM-pKRws73qoft2_1IWm4bU61PA29iGvjG8W2Cpuu-5-4qW408vfQiEJIYXj4kTd1R6a9YicuB/s504/TruroDoor21-9x12-72B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="504" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaDZAAGAz1tJhUNkg2XreHKkalBtRvGkNCWvI5-1ViAzhX7j1auZfWa-g01Hsvlf9LrRjM-pKRws73qoft2_1IWm4bU61PA29iGvjG8W2Cpuu-5-4qW408vfQiEJIYXj4kTd1R6a9YicuB/w640-h478/TruroDoor21-9x12-72B.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Truro Door</i>, oil on panel, 9 x 12 inches, 2021</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Both the large and small versions of my Truro doorway<i> </i>will be on display in Addison Gallery's <i>Before the Masterpiece </i>exhibition.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-86054952496533802332021-05-20T17:31:00.004-04:002021-05-20T19:08:45.483-04:00Table for Two<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrZo_n7F3es9MjDSH_NAf9tiA-iIw2wbSC6WUznN3kYsH4HHilF4HMYtq96VRRVrbD3jNHSux6x8YYJbZY8kdPWH61IeVOulsstATTQJPI82_u-O3EWq3ZK304gp4keAM0mgqSpRSFeMX/s2048/TruroStudioKitchen21-12x16-300.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1548" data-original-width="2048" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrZo_n7F3es9MjDSH_NAf9tiA-iIw2wbSC6WUznN3kYsH4HHilF4HMYtq96VRRVrbD3jNHSux6x8YYJbZY8kdPWH61IeVOulsstATTQJPI82_u-O3EWq3ZK304gp4keAM0mgqSpRSFeMX/w640-h484/TruroStudioKitchen21-12x16-300.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Philip Koch, <i>Truro Studio Kitchen, </i>oil on panel, 12 x 16 inches, 2021</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Art is a feast for the eyes. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>This is my latest painting. </span><span>Appropriately, a lot of meals have been consumed at this humble table. </span><span>In real life this table is a subtle cream color but I liked the feel of it with the yellow amped up a bit. The same with the reddish floor. </span><span>In the late afternoon the table is bathed in direct sun light. Even the room's shadows have a glow to them. This is the kitchen in Edward Hopper's studio in Truro, MA on Cape Cod.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>I remember sitting in these chairs all to well. They're three-quarter size chairs, ironic as they belonged to a man who was 6' 5". Notoriously frugal, t</span><span>he furniture Hopper and his wife Jo chose came from a second hand store. The studio's rooms are sparse.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIO7rmiozYfUp4GXQwnOz06lslTNELMdLpvypXoJ98gmE2GRpj_eU6jqqMd0-VJ8auYyJYsG-FaTXvCMcgmPDQ56ZrFIFrf7r4sgEyF_dQq1bSmX24tY8ory8YMQjf3QYAIiF7xILTZCU-/s2048/HopStudio%2526Bay300+copy.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIO7rmiozYfUp4GXQwnOz06lslTNELMdLpvypXoJ98gmE2GRpj_eU6jqqMd0-VJ8auYyJYsG-FaTXvCMcgmPDQ56ZrFIFrf7r4sgEyF_dQq1bSmX24tY8ory8YMQjf3QYAIiF7xILTZCU-/w640-h480/HopStudio%2526Bay300+copy.jpeg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span>But there is one area where Hopper's studio is almost delightfully extravagant- it has </span><i>lots</i><span> of windows. On a clear day you see direct sun shining in from sunrise to sunset. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">There is a particular frame of mind that leads to making the best painting. To get there I first try to forget where I am and what the objects are before me. A lot of the times squinting and blurring my vision a bit pushes my awareness to just the patterns of colors are appearing before me. What I'm actually looking at is secondary.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the painting I love the zig-zag pattern the shadows make as they snake their way across the walls and over the furniture.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Paintings have to offer our eyes some surprise. Cast shadows give us the unexpected- wildly abstract silhouetted shapes. They add a little bit of the fantastic and surreal to even the most ordinary table and chairs. I've built many of my paintings on just such silhouettes.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-20632324638639505602021-05-17T21:51:00.004-04:002021-05-17T22:26:42.892-04:00Looking for Otters in Otter Cove <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGZ03fk1zGHnd38mdCfRtcNMgxLjeUM-UFo8Z5lGg21-lC9114QaXtSrQiVbAghZKAXNH5vPciZw8RUGwJvmg4BckBBXo-YYXyXwwR2v4uo27_L_KUZMlzp_ohiKiJKiOxvib4Lweizuv/s938/Otter-CoveII-08-16x20.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="938" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivGZ03fk1zGHnd38mdCfRtcNMgxLjeUM-UFo8Z5lGg21-lC9114QaXtSrQiVbAghZKAXNH5vPciZw8RUGwJvmg4BckBBXo-YYXyXwwR2v4uo27_L_KUZMlzp_ohiKiJKiOxvib4Lweizuv/w640-h512/Otter-CoveII-08-16x20.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Otter Cove II, </i>oil on panel, 16 x 20 inches, 2008, Somerville Manning Gallery, </p><p style="text-align: center;">Greenville, DE</p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Above is my painting <i>Otter Cove II </i>that I recently along with the oil below <i>Yellow Arcadia </i>delivered to <a href="https://somervillemanning.com/exhibitions/philip-koch/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Somerville Manning Gallery</a> when they needed additional work for my recent exhibition. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">While I was at the gallery a couple asked me where I'd gotten the idea for the painting. I told him about my going to Otter Cove on Mt. Desert Island in Maine to do landscapes. I explained it was the spot from which one of my heroes, the 19th century painter Frederic Church had painted one of his best known oils of the island. What I failed to mention was I also hoped I'd get to see otters frolicking in the cove. Trouble was: no otters.</span></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIc1Aj3Zc5Dy6BUjpXJHgpBcQNw4nHr3o3VyrgqVNRQyLcuAsPbY7-0bcDUAackTsOf6LfaRYdRjDuA5v6Lvzc_ymJBsIUYZykH8EA6DGPBcF2k18rwD72u6nrS2GGdTWT1HcoiqOKIzDe/s504/MtDesrtIslandChar03-6.5x13-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="504" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIc1Aj3Zc5Dy6BUjpXJHgpBcQNw4nHr3o3VyrgqVNRQyLcuAsPbY7-0bcDUAackTsOf6LfaRYdRjDuA5v6Lvzc_ymJBsIUYZykH8EA6DGPBcF2k18rwD72u6nrS2GGdTWT1HcoiqOKIzDe/w640-h320/MtDesrtIslandChar03-6.5x13-72.jpg" width="640" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Mount Desert Island</i>, vine charcoal, 5 x 13 inches, 2003</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">But the rhythm of the shore and islands more than compensated for the lack of aquatic wildlife. I made the above drawing with my easel set up on the bridge over the Otter Cove inlet. It accurately describes the Cove's natural features. Only some of its features were selected for the oil painting I made from the drawing</span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3XzdtWldCUvAMs9zcmsBpGlc_DKLbM_C4m1JPGcG_xdWPWHDM6uSSCcCIdYXdnOAzGL7cyMPekd4D1gNPvNxUP3ne9CatYqHEkgeQMADjOSWBgA2H2hV07fu7ltZCnjTiycbCeTcDP6T/s1003/YellowArcadia06-30x40.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1003" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3XzdtWldCUvAMs9zcmsBpGlc_DKLbM_C4m1JPGcG_xdWPWHDM6uSSCcCIdYXdnOAzGL7cyMPekd4D1gNPvNxUP3ne9CatYqHEkgeQMADjOSWBgA2H2hV07fu7ltZCnjTiycbCeTcDP6T/w640-h478/YellowArcadia06-30x40.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Yellow Arcadia</i>, oil on panel, 30 x 40 inches, 2006, Somerville Manning Gallery, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Greenville, DE</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another painting based loosely on the day I made drawings at Otter Cove was <i>Yellow Arcadia</i>. It's mostly based on memories using Otter Cove as a jumping off point for my imagination. The rounded islands in its distance were suggested by the far island in the charcoal drawing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWGHgdlHH9EyJNjs8BbitPWzbom2KONLU2Dcff0mM0T0jDsMuBA1rkqRGPWbRz4QNcl1slaSKehz4GK5KgqtgfzuB_oxdDzJ0s3yoTXay-Kmqd8PdkYx-ssFjqw-llUimsu_ClsSiMPQp/s1950/MtDesertCliffChar-03-9x9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1950" data-original-width="1945" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjWGHgdlHH9EyJNjs8BbitPWzbom2KONLU2Dcff0mM0T0jDsMuBA1rkqRGPWbRz4QNcl1slaSKehz4GK5KgqtgfzuB_oxdDzJ0s3yoTXay-Kmqd8PdkYx-ssFjqw-llUimsu_ClsSiMPQp/w638-h640/MtDesertCliffChar-03-9x9.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Philip Koch, <i>Mount Desert Cliff</i>, vine charcoal, 9 x 9 inches, 2003</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-size: large;">This drawing was made looking immediately to the left of the view in</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">the first drawing, <i>Mount Desert Island. </i>My eye was drawn to the statuesque tall pine and the light sandy cliffs in the forground.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">While I was working on this one we encountered a large fox who wanted to cross the bridge badly enough that he risked walking only 10 feet from us. He or she was large, quite beautiful, and definitely wild as they come. I wondered it and its friends had something to do with the lack of otters in Otter Cove.</span></div><br /><p></p>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3845426914782151517.post-10577054859355196732021-04-29T14:27:00.026-04:002021-04-30T19:44:20.191-04:00Behind the Scenes on Some of My Paintings in Somerville Manning Gallery Exhibit<div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Wanted to share a little background on some of the paintings in Somerville Manning Gallery's solo show of my work April 9 - May 8, 2021. First here's an interview we did about the show</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://youtube.com/embed/-GdzXjILBaU" width="480"></iframe></span><div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">It's with the gallery's director Rebecca Moore. The interview was broadcast 4/28/21 on WCHE 1520 radio near Philadelphia.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Somerville Manning Gallery's exhibition of Philip Koch paintings continues through May 8, 2021</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Here are some individual paintings in the show.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCm8pM5mBebXyLiAoxulq65esqUxaaDgmmMraqpUup5Ee9L3FBChYdHFd2wAGZkZJmfw_pv9JGGSBLczcq_JX7KQ4Nm5Qp7AuCqiYTZd8upOdhVnXFAtR2eLAlFCshJZ3_sd24o5qISXTo/s508/Radiance20-12x24-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="508" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCm8pM5mBebXyLiAoxulq65esqUxaaDgmmMraqpUup5Ee9L3FBChYdHFd2wAGZkZJmfw_pv9JGGSBLczcq_JX7KQ4Nm5Qp7AuCqiYTZd8upOdhVnXFAtR2eLAlFCshJZ3_sd24o5qISXTo/w640-h327/Radiance20-12x24-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Radiance,</i> oil on panel, 12 x 24 inches, one of the paintings Rebecca Moore talks about early in our interview. This is a view of one of the tidal marshes in Wellfleet on Cape Cod. I originally found the spot by jogging down a road whose name I liked- King Phillip Road.</span></div></blockquote><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></p><div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHi_WeX1MGnESgV70UG3tSnUSo527G9RFtsNEPGKK9DGm3w2Js6rF-Y1XzExiRx4gN2R__TQSOJSy_pe0P8e1g9lWkavhn81Kf0FI3GC1ivehL6MCFpSr2Assefqf2dln27iGXfZjqx7o/s504/TheReachIV-21-40x60-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="504" height="422" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHi_WeX1MGnESgV70UG3tSnUSo527G9RFtsNEPGKK9DGm3w2Js6rF-Y1XzExiRx4gN2R__TQSOJSy_pe0P8e1g9lWkavhn81Kf0FI3GC1ivehL6MCFpSr2Assefqf2dln27iGXfZjqx7o/w640-h422/TheReachIV-21-40x60-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>The Reach IV, </i>oil on canvas, 40 x 60 inches, another of the paintings discussed in the radio interview. This is one of my most autobiographical paintings, a tribute to the love I felt from my father who used to take me sailing at night on one of the Great Lakes. Sadly he died very young. In the painting there is a single figure in the sailboat.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOoNbOJeJZTQRHjF7rZve_Q8xxxJolxCbQbx0y_AgD9M2Ko3XsiX7mPgv65am3032Og58vyB-kzRT0LVbzw4MiBfzBBJ48R9dnO4zKlkJ1C4ENJSrkQEwu3zKpqIX4Zw1w4H0TgPYTZwA/s504/EdwardHoppersStudioTruro20-28x56-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="504" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBOoNbOJeJZTQRHjF7rZve_Q8xxxJolxCbQbx0y_AgD9M2Ko3XsiX7mPgv65am3032Og58vyB-kzRT0LVbzw4MiBfzBBJ48R9dnO4zKlkJ1C4ENJSrkQEwu3zKpqIX4Zw1w4H0TgPYTZwA/w640-h320/EdwardHoppersStudioTruro20-28x56-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Edward Hopper's Studio, Truro, </i>oil on canvas, 28 x 56 inches, another of the paintings in the interview. I tell the story about why the row of telephone poles on the road leading to Hopper's studio stop abruptly at the edge of his property. This painting is based on an on site oil study I made back in 1983 during my first (of 17) residencies in the studio. Back then the surrounding dunes were much more bare as they were in Hopper's time. In the 19th century much of Cape Cod was stripped of trees to allow farming and for firewood. I believe he chose this spot to build because it offer wide open views of the dunes and Cape Cod Bay. Now these views are largely obscured by the regrown vegetation. To get a good idea of what this spot looked like when Hopper first saw it look at the Cleveland Museum of Art's Hopper oil <i>Hills, South Truro.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrgPc6JpXy2V0WnOXNezSITAw6nUpFofnt3nA04xHVd563bMU3Jf8Zl_0FzPcaibIeJ2liQqQDOc1gYdtifhCnndg4_N-knfq-Xg3ayeaAq4sYwDc7NhOSgvBWIJMdoKGLaevJqW_FZsY/s504/TruroKitchen16-40x30-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="376" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgrgPc6JpXy2V0WnOXNezSITAw6nUpFofnt3nA04xHVd563bMU3Jf8Zl_0FzPcaibIeJ2liQqQDOc1gYdtifhCnndg4_N-knfq-Xg3ayeaAq4sYwDc7NhOSgvBWIJMdoKGLaevJqW_FZsY/w478-h640/TruroKitchen16-40x30-72.jpg" width="478" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><i>Truro Kitchen</i>, oil on canvas, 40 x 30 inches. I painted this in the large painting room of Edward Hopper's Truro, MA studio. The view is looking down a short hallway into Hopper's small kitchen. Just below </span><span>the far window is the kitchen sink. When I'm staying in the studio I get up very early to paint in the morning light. One morning as I was sitting in the studio's large painting room I looked up and saw the morning's first sun shine in through a kitchen window. Ironically what caught my eye was a seemingly unimportant white dishtowel hanging off the oven door. It took on a gentle glow that excited my eye and a sense of well being seemed flow over me. This painting is a memory of that little extraordinary moment.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2zRQvNrGlRAIe4VJCDYDDGn4Y1tyBckEUtBcPwThOt0oSnRpwAku9Ak3Qf5MMAQx8-WneoUeVCY1g9C2z5OogW-NbZ8OOP3qL4Ob2_-g5QjycwrxxQfD4dyxWNzOJ7KFaUea4WgZpzYp/s504/EdwardHoppersParlorNyack19-32x24-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="504" data-original-width="377" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2zRQvNrGlRAIe4VJCDYDDGn4Y1tyBckEUtBcPwThOt0oSnRpwAku9Ak3Qf5MMAQx8-WneoUeVCY1g9C2z5OogW-NbZ8OOP3qL4Ob2_-g5QjycwrxxQfD4dyxWNzOJ7KFaUea4WgZpzYp/w478-h640/EdwardHoppersParlorNyack19-32x24-72.jpg" width="478" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Edward Hopper's Parlor, Nyack</i>, oil on canvas, 32 x 24 inches. A few years ago the Edward Hopper House Museum and Study Center held a solo exhibition of my paintings. Afterwards their Director invited me to return and paint inside the famous artist's home. I did this painting with my easel set up in the family's living room. The room has three large and distinctive French door style windows. They bring in the outside light and cast marvelous patterns on the polished wood plank floor. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3F1cnWjyvBHKtA_npZUVC39saz3EZCUwAIw8jbCCXSUrV5INs4IUZ9AvFQV1NoqkWvhtcURK3smlP2xTPirIGu-52uOyAxsn6VUfHkA_zPaXd1ylTKmH0fwE7XHP5frNZyPF_DI2UwHdU/s504/HouseByTheRailraod21-12x16-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="379" data-original-width="504" height="482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3F1cnWjyvBHKtA_npZUVC39saz3EZCUwAIw8jbCCXSUrV5INs4IUZ9AvFQV1NoqkWvhtcURK3smlP2xTPirIGu-52uOyAxsn6VUfHkA_zPaXd1ylTKmH0fwE7XHP5frNZyPF_DI2UwHdU/w640-h482/HouseByTheRailraod21-12x16-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>House by the Railroad</i>, oil on panel, 12 x 16 inches. The set for Alfred Hitchcock's famous film <i>Psycho</i> was largely based on an Edward Hopper oil on the Museum of Modern Art in New York that is also titled <i>House by the Railroad.</i> I had traveled to Haverstraw, NY and painted this from the same house that had inspired Hopper's oil.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxdvrsGX28EYz50oegBiQHHyo3ftMTT19EJDq4HEs2Vz3GQizdNszejO6FtS_9mdS38XiEmDhzv3-ADGTu07qovJhff0e5B6L7QdV3C2AHVy-4d5hi2BxvNKZWuqxHaSwR16nycv-T7Ct/s506/NorthStarII-20-40x40-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="506" data-original-width="504" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSxdvrsGX28EYz50oegBiQHHyo3ftMTT19EJDq4HEs2Vz3GQizdNszejO6FtS_9mdS38XiEmDhzv3-ADGTu07qovJhff0e5B6L7QdV3C2AHVy-4d5hi2BxvNKZWuqxHaSwR16nycv-T7Ct/w638-h640/NorthStarII-20-40x40-72.jpg" width="638" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>North Star II</i>, oil on canvas, 40 x 40 inches. As a child I grew up on the shore of Lake Ontario. The one constellation I learned about first was the Big Dipper that always appeared over the lake. I was delighted to learn that constellation pointed at the North Star and was proud I could alway find which direction was north by locating that star. Later on I learned the North Star played a role in guiding escaping slaves from the American South to freedom.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhJvu2GR3NmDeqQ_7_zXcvJw127DY8DU_245iHWMPDJ6pPVMj40_vxZxxmt1QqZRWBo3MbrDIlBMWTJ-xVuLAfscH-CDg6GwM8DWnTGU_JTErRIUO5Ri_V6RdGWQvCKcxEOaFGsW1jgUS/s504/Returning20-28x42-72B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="504" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhJvu2GR3NmDeqQ_7_zXcvJw127DY8DU_245iHWMPDJ6pPVMj40_vxZxxmt1QqZRWBo3MbrDIlBMWTJ-xVuLAfscH-CDg6GwM8DWnTGU_JTErRIUO5Ri_V6RdGWQvCKcxEOaFGsW1jgUS/w640-h430/Returning20-28x42-72B.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><i>Returning</i>, oil on canvas, 28 x 42 inches. The title refers to how looking at this house made me feel. When I was in elementary school </span><span>I would wait for the school bus in front of an old house in the forest that looked much like this red house. I discovered it on my old jogging route and found every time I passed it a surge of memory would pull me back to those days of childhood. Sadly this red house was pulled down by a developer to make way for a row of suburban tract houses.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqOhzTxy8ATvyV81udZ1AZ546NpLB56JsXaw94N0_dCRd_NSWcR6AmW3MhwdiWLUoEPYjFByHbDZqykPkwYGhRMf0Di22tphMlwnMNFxrJnSobf_PvjmJKHTBaq9a3SxnNifGkkEPOSsZ/s216/MountainsByTheSea19-40x50-3inch-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="173" data-original-width="216" height="513" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqOhzTxy8ATvyV81udZ1AZ546NpLB56JsXaw94N0_dCRd_NSWcR6AmW3MhwdiWLUoEPYjFByHbDZqykPkwYGhRMf0Di22tphMlwnMNFxrJnSobf_PvjmJKHTBaq9a3SxnNifGkkEPOSsZ/w640-h513/MountainsByTheSea19-40x50-3inch-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Another of the paintings we talk about in the radio interview is <i>Mountains by the Sea</i>, oil on canvas, 40 x 50 inchesMy wife Alice and I honeymooned on Mt. Desert Island in Maine years ago. I feel in love with the place. Since I work from direct observation instead of from photos I had to set my portable easel up all the way out at the edge of a high precipice about the cold sea to get the best point of view. It was nerve wracking as I could only step back 2 feet while I was painting. Anymore and I'd fall over the edge. You have to be a little nuts to be an artist.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiua7VROdXZTC0OjTWEiwAANxI8mgpehULkIPGwC2h3tt9Yu9Jp1k6tvnG8QHzgn1BBz7d-OLoteIBi6gtqZfUmewOjaxizUwpynORuRX-Sua9pxpSbrJOdcPSXFWlkVejKSUZP8U8NLlUy/s504/LateAutumnSun19-36x48-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="378" data-original-width="504" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiua7VROdXZTC0OjTWEiwAANxI8mgpehULkIPGwC2h3tt9Yu9Jp1k6tvnG8QHzgn1BBz7d-OLoteIBi6gtqZfUmewOjaxizUwpynORuRX-Sua9pxpSbrJOdcPSXFWlkVejKSUZP8U8NLlUy/w640-h480/LateAutumnSun19-36x48-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Late Autumn Sun</i>, oil on canvas, 36 x 48 inches was done as part of my being the Artist in Residence at the Burchfield Penney Art Center in Buffalo, NY. I had grown up in nearby Rochester and had fallen in love with the many white barked sycamore trees that grew there. The Burchfield Residency gave me many chances to go back to Western New York and paint the kinds of sources I'd grown up with. This painting was included in the 2018 solo exhibition the Burchfield Penney Art Center held of the work I'd down during my 3 year Residency.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGVGAagx4PerAjbpU62PHIl3iLPBvEpo0ActvXeC6TwL7hPXput7sOF6_yABJDGqqU2b_3PHhT4qL7fGVofxTRcZK5nyHTytUdtCEStAJGYYF3JApAoZQ8_JICPqVXeKGuc9SdO7SDLbN/s504/UnchartedII-16-30x40-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="370" data-original-width="504" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGVGAagx4PerAjbpU62PHIl3iLPBvEpo0ActvXeC6TwL7hPXput7sOF6_yABJDGqqU2b_3PHhT4qL7fGVofxTRcZK5nyHTytUdtCEStAJGYYF3JApAoZQ8_JICPqVXeKGuc9SdO7SDLbN/w640-h470/UnchartedII-16-30x40-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>Uncharted II</i>, oil on canvas, 30 x 40 inches. I mentioned waiting for the school bus in front of a farmhouse above when talking about the red house painting <i>Returning.</i> This is my memory of the view I'd look at across the street- an expanse of trees at the edge of an old growth forest. Especially after one of the heavy snows we often had in those years it beckoned to me to skip school and explore its mysterious uncharted terrain.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLSH3Ay9UIi9kEsUj-4TlN1oLdy252xN-x1fSaqd5MIQrJBR1N5nMXREgtIdZHUAf53Lb0PCsDyTZQPKepJB-iy6E3ji4rWs89ld5GN7d6RQJL1nDd0rrPWzvJmRyJd1atn0WHRMMFip3B/s504/BrightOctoberSun19-36x54-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="337" data-original-width="504" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLSH3Ay9UIi9kEsUj-4TlN1oLdy252xN-x1fSaqd5MIQrJBR1N5nMXREgtIdZHUAf53Lb0PCsDyTZQPKepJB-iy6E3ji4rWs89ld5GN7d6RQJL1nDd0rrPWzvJmRyJd1atn0WHRMMFip3B/w640-h428/BrightOctoberSun19-36x54-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Before I had visited Cape Cod I used to think the paintings Edward Hopper made of the Cape were a bit fanciful and surreal. But when I first started painting on the Cape I was amazed at the huge sand dunes of very white colored sand. I realized Hopper was more truthful than I'd originally thought. This is a painting done from memory of how the dunes near the mouth of the Pamet River in Truro looked when I first began visiting the Cape in the late 1970's. Back then there was much more open sand visible. Now much of it covered with the slowly regrowing ground cover and trees.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgjnb1xqdDFoBvlWfd4-ZpNToHFxgnl7pD-gnDwtVZxIehHu3wpdIFk91h6S8TcMdbDyMkGf_Yiawy990bxjUEFd1Yx9M63sjeu4xhavr7LC05sMBpUki9BO720i1521VnwpoxMEemhBW/s504/TurretHouseNyack20-9x12-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="381" data-original-width="504" height="484" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgjnb1xqdDFoBvlWfd4-ZpNToHFxgnl7pD-gnDwtVZxIehHu3wpdIFk91h6S8TcMdbDyMkGf_Yiawy990bxjUEFd1Yx9M63sjeu4xhavr7LC05sMBpUki9BO720i1521VnwpoxMEemhBW/w640-h484/TurretHouseNyack20-9x12-72.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><i>Turret House, Nyack</i>,</span><span> oil on panel, 9 x 12 inches. This was painted from a house a couple blocks from Edward Hopper's family home in Nyack, NY. Though you can't see it, the house is perched very close to the banks of the Hudson River, enough to make you wonder if it might fall in. Hopper's memory of this house was a key source for his painting done years later, </span><i><span>The Lee Shore.</span></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IadmeRxwgEZlV-y50zB1jUtHL0vQfDSB4UZvL0mN8b6ZPAv1vV3jwhE0aMnyr2DcQ8h9cX7Br4qAvTzVal_dpYyNq5f2pEg_cZYYazf0G_guZJKNx00pL8XzZQR5QKf-cJto5L6bg6N7/s504/Awakening20-12x24-72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="252" data-original-width="504" height="321" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0IadmeRxwgEZlV-y50zB1jUtHL0vQfDSB4UZvL0mN8b6ZPAv1vV3jwhE0aMnyr2DcQ8h9cX7Br4qAvTzVal_dpYyNq5f2pEg_cZYYazf0G_guZJKNx00pL8XzZQR5QKf-cJto5L6bg6N7/w642-h321/Awakening20-12x24-72.jpg" width="642" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /><span><i>Awakening</i>, oil on panel, 12 x 24 inches. I painted this from a hill above Stonington, ME looking at the sun rising behind the mountains on Mt. Desert Island. The brightness of the sunlight bowled me over.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">Two paintings on the first wall are <i>Edward Hopper's Studio: Truro </i>and <i>North Star II.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKXHnQ0rr2jiouZ0KiwKS16LqjzavDepPwYFbvU407jV1Epxm3j8gnL_5CFUMVHDPJo18OXJLm344axy9LjpuBm_LJAb7Zc18mQGRmJAWvJjFT2dJzNBWE1QMBttrHtuJKuXioBegWrv9/s640/SMGshow-EHopStudio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="433" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKXHnQ0rr2jiouZ0KiwKS16LqjzavDepPwYFbvU407jV1Epxm3j8gnL_5CFUMVHDPJo18OXJLm344axy9LjpuBm_LJAb7Zc18mQGRmJAWvJjFT2dJzNBWE1QMBttrHtuJKuXioBegWrv9/w576-h433/SMGshow-EHopStudio.jpg" width="576" /></a></div><br /><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">A view of the back room at the gallery. The two large paintings are (at left) <i>Bright Morning </i>and (at right) <i>The Reach IV.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tm5jWCkPjSHlqXRKovTcxHeAjEkAqkjPCCFTgHVpjDGqjw6YWPoQMPH26m_I8pL1mxrKbjny1Mwd1EwGnAdZ9NaCwWBDq_HZT-p77cvJoPCu8FvVKxWQAzTIR7m-GvkginJRvPWRoVwp/s640/SMGshowBackPanorama.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="452" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tm5jWCkPjSHlqXRKovTcxHeAjEkAqkjPCCFTgHVpjDGqjw6YWPoQMPH26m_I8pL1mxrKbjny1Mwd1EwGnAdZ9NaCwWBDq_HZT-p77cvJoPCu8FvVKxWQAzTIR7m-GvkginJRvPWRoVwp/w601-h452/SMGshowBackPanorama.jpg" width="601" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span><br /></span><span></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;">This is a masked version of me standing between <i>Edward Hopper's Parlor, Nyack </i> and the red house painting <i>Returning.</i></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IHgt0faoAr15HAYZ737ay6no_40zSukF6GngSsgUkCR5utmjZdYspivSiCJgLqrGHWntT9Evq5PPDJz7gQNoz_XonXRbKI6FubpsSutKpXYolRDRM975CbU57q-bSyieriIwqlGiXhbz/s480/SMGshowPhilWithReturning%2526HopParlorNyack.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="444" data-original-width="480" height="544" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IHgt0faoAr15HAYZ737ay6no_40zSukF6GngSsgUkCR5utmjZdYspivSiCJgLqrGHWntT9Evq5PPDJz7gQNoz_XonXRbKI6FubpsSutKpXYolRDRM975CbU57q-bSyieriIwqlGiXhbz/w588-h544/SMGshowPhilWithReturning%2526HopParlorNyack.jpg" width="588" /></span></a></div></div>Philip Kochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05191070779177407750noreply@blogger.com