Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Thank you everybody once again, I can not say that enough. Thank you el nino for the brown Christmas. This painting is actually from Nov. 21, in my hometown. My good friend Greg(the railroad conductor) and I spent many hours by the old Soo Line depot in Waukesha. It's a couple blocks from where I grew up. I like the link between railroads and history and painting landscapes. Like barns I am drawn to old buildings, local materials and well, things that are beautiful. If you have read any of this blog and wonder, why does Andy get sarcastic or pessimistic, or why is he a non-comformist. Well the short answer is: things used to be more beautiful; and if you were me and make your living painting things, wouldn't you feel the same way? My hometown looked better in previous decades and most nearly every place I have ever been to I could say the same thing about. Anyways I respond to things built by hand, with character or an emphasis on aesthetics instead of always efficiency. The important things in life are not efficient. I vow to never embody that and encourage everyone to do the same. Merry Christmas and everything else.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Noah in its entirety. You can get a print from Calvary Presbyterian Church in Milwaukee for $30.There were only 100 made. All the proceeds go to the church. I was married there and want the church to get a new roof. I am blessed to have them in my life.
Friday, November 13, 2015
Something a little different. Katie and I have been working on this painting of Noah and the Ark for the last two years, in between things. The painting will be unveiled at Calvary Presbyterian Church in Milwaukee on Nov. 22. The church is where we got married and is on 10th and Wisconsin. Their website is Bigredchurch.com The public can come and talk with us between 2-4PM that Sunday. This is our first major collaboration together and we are excited. The painting is 4x6ft. It is a real deal painting. I have never done an Olde School historical painting before and it was a challange but a lot of fun. It was nice to be able to paint new things as a painter. Now that it is done I feel pretty empowered.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
I think most people have no idea how hard this is. Not that I am complaining . I just didn't paint for a few weeks because everything has been so insane, and well, life catches up with you. Somebody has to deal with my house and yard and cleaning. And frankly painting all the time makes me boring. I find I have to stop and think and absorb and get myself in a place mentally in which I can do that. Balancing that and life is the hard part. History is filled people that are brilliant and dysfunctional. I just don't want to be one of those people. I probably don't have to worry about the brilliant part, I can hear people saying. Anyways, Happy Halloween.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
I just wanted to thank everybody for supporting me. This has been my most successful year, but that really isn't why I am writing a note of thanks. I am more just overwhelmed by how much people tell me they like my work. Or save up for it. Or end a trip early to come see me. All those things. It is weird to have people emotionally respond to what you do. If I sat here and thought about all those things it would be too much for me. I appreciate it very much, it gives me confidence and makes me believe I am on the right path with my life. I just want to keep on that path doing what I am doing, growing and staying true. But I really just wanted to say thank you, I can not believe sometimes that this is my life. Also a September painting near Ellsworth WI.
Friday, September 18, 2015
A few paintings from Bayfield. What do normal people do on a trip, paint, duh. God I hope I get to a day where I don't have to paint so much. Anyways I haven't been writing as much when I post because I don't want to seem as though I am one of those opinionated people that refuses to listen. I can't help it, I am opinionated and things come forth out of me. In Wisconsin where our eductation system has been notoriously cut, it is hard to see the defunding of art and the constant push for more math and science. As an artist is it any wonder I reject our mainstrem culture? Look around. What are the best looking houses in your town? Old ones probably. What are the best looking cars? Old Ones. What are the coolest clothes, vintage. Best music, older. Certainly an old barn is more visually appealing than a pole barn. My Grandmas stove from the late 40's is better made and more beautiful than any stove I have ever seen in somebodies house. One can keep going. Why is this? Could it be simply that most people in our society don't understand or value beauty/craft? One can't look that up on their phone. It takes a lot of thinking and time to appreciate things. Apparently that is something not valued either. I am not one of those people that can say things used to be better, because that certainly wasn't true for any minority group; but is it true that people used to have a better understanding of beauty in their lives? If we lived in world where things were made with craft would we value it more? Why are so many people in this country on prescription medicine(or need to be) or alcoholics? Why is there this big push for the legalizing of weed? Is too much math and science without art incredably stressful? Could it be that if we spent more time teaching people about what is good, or beautiful, or compassionate, we would have better people? I am certainly not the only one feeling this way. I know so many creative people that like that old shit too, because by in large it is better, or at the very least more beautiful. It feels warm. Our culture feels cold and is win at all costs. Maybe these are the costs. And another thing, Katie and I are both artists and are good at math and science. How many math and science people are good at art? I would argue the most successful people are well rounded.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Monday, March 2, 2015
Sometimes I like finding random things. Okay, usually I like finding random things. I am lucky when I am in the mood to go with it. Why is there an old passenger car and caboose in this field? Who knows. And I like, when I am able to let myself go enough, even if things are still very detailed, when the painting becomes ramdon and abstract.