Evaluating

Fritz (Fred) Lipp "Out There" Watercolor 2009a
Fritz (Fred) Lipp “Out There” Watercolor 2009a

We gathered today in our usual painting room at the Creative Workshop of the MAG. Most of us are long-time students of Fred Lipp’s and our week revolves around Tuesday’s class. A good percentage of the day class were there and our night class had a respectable showing but our teacher wasn’t there. He’s quite sick and we were meeting for two reasons: to discuss a tribute show in his honor and secondly, to determine how to carry on. I specifically did not say “carry on without him” because the gifts he gave us are ours to use.

As the group dispersed a few us were standing around taking about Fred’s teaching method. Bill Keyser was telling my father how he would have a list of things he was about to do and Fred would come by and say, “Forget about your plan. Look at your painting right now.” This in fact may be Fred’s most important point. Always stay open to what is on the page right now. “Painting is not a destination. It is an adventure.” Step back and look at the work. “Always address the worst first.” When the “worsts” are gone, your painting may be done.

I’ve searched my past posts and collected some of the lessons I am still learning from him. I find these truisms apply to most disciplines, certainly music.

The class was not about Fred’s work. In fact he rarely showed. The first thing I saw by him was a sculpture/installation in a Finger Lakes show, ripped open pieces of re-tread tires spewing at you from the corner of the gallery. It was sensational and it went on to the statewide exhibit in Albany. His class is called “Advanced Painting” and students work in collage, watercolor, acrylic, oil, drawing or sculpture. His methods are the same for all mediums.

There are no assignments. He rotates around the room addressing individual students as they work and pretty much says the same thing to each. He does not want you to talk first when he gets to you. “Don’t talk it. Show me.”

His stock of grey paper is his primary teaching tool. With this neutral grey he would cover parts of your work to show you what currently works. He’ll sometimes cover three fourths of your painting and tell you, “There’s your painting.

Many of Fred’s students say “he taught me how to see.” More importantly, I think he teaches us to trust our eyes. We already know how to see but we don’t trust it. If you have doubts about something in your painting that would be your eye talking. “If the question comes up, the answer is yes.”

Fred can be brutal. In many sessions the first class was the last we would see of a new student. He was brutal because he was honest and painters who did not want to learn left.

We visited Fred in the hospital last week and I asked him if any of his students had brought their paintings up to his room. He got a good laugh out of that one. A painting was never done until Fred pronounced it “done.” And it was just as often sooner rather than later than you expected.

Learning is a lifelong process. I’ve pulled these thoughts from my posts over the years. This link will take you to a page with all the posts on Fred.

There is no replacing Fred Lipp. He is one of a kind. He has been a mentor in every sense of the word and I am not alone. He packed the lecture hall at the MAG last summer with his presentation on spacial constructs, a comparison of three paintings from the MAG’s collection by Hans Hoffmann, Josef Albers and John Koch.

His daughter wrote that Fred is “the essence of art.” His ideals will live forever.

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Death Has Died Today

William Parker quartet performing at the Bop Shop in Rochester, New York
William Parker quartet performing at the Bop Shop in Rochester, New York

The 2015 Jazz Fest is still a few weeks off and we can only hope that we’ll see and hear something as good as the William Parker quartet at the Bop Shop tonight. They had just played in the relatively nearby cities, Pittsburg, Erie, Detroit and Toronto, and were returning to New York via Rochester. Their performance in the store was rather like musical chairs, the drummer, Federico Ughi, excluded. Daniel Carter played three saxes, clarinet, flute, trumpet and piano. Watson Jennison played piano, soprano sax, flute and recorder. He is a painter as well. And Parker played a rather small upright bass, tuba, a deep wooden flute and another small horn. Now close your eyes and imagine them playing all those instruments in one hour-long song.

William Parker quartet performing at the Bop Shop in Rochester, New York
William Parker quartet performing at the Bop Shop in Rochester, New York

When they came up for air William Parker told a long joke about guy named Skippy who knew everybody, Robert DiNiro, President Obama and the pope. The joke, as he told it, had no real punchline but it sure cleared the air. From there they played a beautiful folk-like melody. Danial Carter played clarinet, Watson a recorder, the drummer played the toms with mallets and Parker played a large wooden flute and sang these lyrics.

“Death has died today
God is in here
And the devil wears a big ol’ grin”

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Make It Funky Pt. 2

"Miniture Fairy Garden" sign at Case's Garden Store on Norton Street in Rochester, New York
“Miniture Fairy Garden” sign at Case’s Garden Store on Norton Street in Rochester, New York

I spent the better part of the last couple days reworking my “Funky Signs” site, installed a new template, “Hipster” by Precrafted. It’s one column, infinite scrolling and mobile friendly.”

The sign above is so good it might not even need a snarky comment. I spotted it near the cash register in Case’s Garden Store over on Norton Street and added it to my to do list. I have two hundred signs up there and about a hundred in the kitty.

Flash forward to present day: I’ve moved my Funky Signs here.

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Selfies Before Death

Group selfie atop new Whitney in NYC
Group selfie atop new Whitney in NYC

Following up on yesterday’s post about photographing interesting looking people there is this whole selfie phenomena. There is no negotiation with a model and the subject is always ready and willing. It is hard to even look at a painting in a museum without someone standing in front of it for a selfie.

I thought maybe I’d read a little something about selfies so I googled it and before I had the word spelled out I was prompted to click on “selfies before death.” I better get busy.

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Change Is Good

Three women at crosswalk near Robert Indiana's Love sculpture NYC
Three women at crosswalk near Robert Indiana’s Love sculpture NYC

Funny thing happens when you first hit the streets in New York. You want to photograph everything. Every person you see looks interesting. Not like you want to hang with them but maybe just take their picture and stare at it when you get home. And then after a few days everything and everybody looks rather ordinary. A bit of fatigue sets in from the overload of stimuli. Maybe if we hung around for a few more days I would have just the right amount of discernment. But we had to be back for our Margaret Explosion gig.

Here’s a song from last week’s show. We have one more Wednesday night at the Little and then we’re off for the summer.

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One Way Ticket

Matisse painting, "The Piano Lesson,"at the Museum of Modern Art
Matisse painting, “The Piano Lesson,”at the Museum of Modern Art

Yoko Ono had so many good ideas her show was almost exhausting. She is a heavy hitter in conceptual art like her friend, the man they call “JC,” John Cage. She certainly didn’t dim John Lennon’s career but he may have hampered hers. She was really on a roll before they met.

MoMA has two sensational Giacometti paintings on display next to one of his figures on a two wheeled cart. A love his paintings. They are as playful, spatially speaking, as his sculptures and the two look so good together it was hard to move along.

There is also a fun show of Gilbert & George’s early work, mostly large drawings accompanied by this quote. “They weren’t Good Drawers. They weren’t Bad Drawers. But My God, they were Drawers.”

The reassembled Jacob Lawrence “Migration” series was graphic and moving. At the end of number 60 they funneled you into a room with film footage of Billie Holiday singing “Strange Fruit” and it packed an extreme punch.

Matisse’s “Swimming Pool.” is still up and next to it a whole room of choice Matisse paintings. The nearby Van Gogh “Starry Night” makes this the gravitational center of Manhattan.

We came down gently with Matisse’s back reliefs on the wall of the sculpture garden.

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High Life

View of High Line from new Whitney
View of High Line from new Whitney

On Saturday we got to Chelsea much earlier than we usually do. We were prepared to see some art before all the galleries disappear down here. The place is on the move. Up. Most of the galleries were closed. Not because they’ve been squeezed out by condos but for the holiday. Everywhere we go holidays are getting in the way.

The Marlborough Gallery on W. 25 was open unfortunately. The sculpture show on the ground floor was silly so we followed a sign that read “Landscape Painting, Julius von Bismark” to the second floor where two videos were playing on a large screen. One had a group of workers in a tropical setting painting the leaves of large plants. Green on green. The other showed workers on ladders painting the rocks on the side of a hill. Lol. We were offended. Susan Inglett Gallery was open. The Hope Gangloff painting show there had had a nice write-up in yesterday’s paper. I liked them but not a lot. I like who her influences are, Alice Neel and Egon Schiele.

The new Whitney’s inaugural show was really fun. The building itself is fun. They pulled out their best stuff but arranged it in a mostly chronological order from the top floor down and a very curious thing happened. The oldest stuff was the best, the most engaging as well. By the time we got to the fifth floor with the Barbara Kruger and Matthew Barney stuff I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

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Compounded Friendship

Chairs at Pennsylvania Welcome Center
Chairs at Pennsylvania Welcome Center

We were maybe an hour and a half out of the city headed toward Grand Central on a Metro North train making last minute plans to hook up with Duane when he got out of work. He had some shopping to do in the East Village so he suggested meeting down there. It occurred to me that we would be in Greg Highlen’s neighborhood so I emailed Greg (he and we are some of the only people I know without a cellphone) and he said he could meet us in Washington Square Park. I was able to text Duane back minutes before we went underground and magically all three parties found each other near the fountain under the arch in the park.

It was a gorgeous day, sunny and cool, like one of those trippy Spring afternoons in Dunn Meadow on IU’s campus. Duane and Greg had never met but hit it off and between their conversations Peggi and I talked Bloomington ’69 – ’72, the years we hung together.

When I first met Greg he was an art major living not in a dorm but in his studio in one of the Fine Arts buildings. He talked of the trailer as a creative hub and despite downsizing his art collection has hung on to a copy of Rich Stim’s “Trailer Tails.” By chance we ran into Greg in the Village in the early eighties but hadn’t seen him since. Now he’s on top of the art world, living in the same fifth floor studio apartment for the last thirty eight years.

Before we met in the park I joked that we looked exactly the same. We didn’t but we sure acted the same.

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Take The Long Way Home

Seasonal shops near square in Olcot, New York
Seasonal shops near square in Olcot, New York

I like how the word “Lake” comes before the name of the lake in Great Lakes naming conventions. I’m guessing this is a Native American custom but then that doesn’t add up when you think about how the Finger Lakes are named.

We crossed into New York State at Niagra’s Fort Lewiston Bridge and took the northern most route, 18, the “Seaway Trail,” back to Rochester. Mostly orchards, cobblestone houses and dairy farms sometimes right on the lake, it is a beautiful drive.

Olcot, an old resort town, park on the square and funky summer cottages, is especially dreamy. We sat at a picnic table overlooking the lake and watched a screen door on a bed and breakfast blow open and then slowly blow closed over and over. Like a mantra.

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Meatball Coveyor Belt

Ikea in Hamilton Ontario on Victoria Day
Ikea in Hamilton Ontario on Victoria Day

The Great Lakes are also great obstacles. As the crow flies Toronto is not that far from us but driving around Lake Ontario takes a few hours. To get to Detroit we drove around the bottom of Lake Erie. To get back we took the northerly route across Canada where we went out of our way to stop at an IKEA in Hamilton.

We didn’t really need anything but would have looked at something to replace our twenty five year old futon and we wanted to find a new entry way throw rug. The one we have is so old and frayed it has become a tripping hazard.

We had never been to an IKEA and we were pretty excited as we rounded the corner and spotted the sign. The giant parking lot was empty like they had gone out off business. It was really eerie. I typed the date and word Canada in Google and learned it was Victoria Day.

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Righting The Ship

Woman in Mexican mask at Detroit Institute of the Arts
Woman in Mexican mask at Detroit Institute of the Arts

The fawn in our backyard this morning was no bigger than our cat but its legs were a lot longer. I had to wake Peggi up to catch this sight before it ran away. Just as I did we spotted a fox cross our backyard. I don’t know if they bother the deer but this one just kept moving. We watched as the fawn’s mother came from behind our bedroom and proceeded to groom her offspring. The little thing was trying to nurse while it was getting licked by mom and in about five minutes they were gone. All quite extraordinary.

It had me thinking of the fertility section in Diego Rivera’s mural that we had just visited at the Detroit Institute of the Arts. When we were there it seemed completely incongruous with the manly laborers and machinery but the baby in the womb was the image that stuck with me. Even after watching this woman prance around, taking selfies while wearing a mask.

We just visited a friend, in the hospital at the end of his life, and a scene like the one we witnessed this morning certainly helps right the ship.

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DIA Walk In

Detroit Walk in Portrait Studio by Corine Vermeulen at Detroit Institute of the Arts
Detroit Walk in Portrait Studio by Corine Vermeulen at Detroit Institute of the Arts

There has been so much written about Detroit’s hope for recovery and it seems every article covers exactly the same territory. We brought the recent National Geographic story with us and Peggi read it aloud as I drove. There are people farming on empty lots in the middle of the city. We got really caught up in it all. In Motown everyone roots for the home team. A bum who passed us on the street this morning broke the news that the Tigers had won all three games in Saint Louis. “All three,” he said, holding up three fingers.

We spent most of the day at the Detroit Institute of the Arts where they are featuring a special exhibit of Diego and Frida in Detroit. Edsel Ford, the CEO of Ford Motor Company put up the money, a quarter of a million dollars in today’s currency, to hire Rivera, an avowed Communist, to paint a mural of the story of Detroit on the walls of the museum. Rivera considered it his best work. Frida came along with him and did some of most sensational paintings here. The show is drenched with cultural and political significance.

When the city went bankrupt the Institute considered selling its assets. Who knows what would have happened to the mural. A Rodin “Thinker” sits outside the museum. They have some choice Cezanne’s, portraits, a Madame Cezanne, a landscape, a famous bathers painting the skulls. Choice Van Goghs and Rembrandts. “Detroit Walk in Portrait Studio” by Corine Vermeulen was in its last day and I’m so happy we caught this show. Her portraits perfectly capture essence of this city, the people. Here’s a link to some of the photos in the show.

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Detroit City

Photo of Iggy Pop in rock'n roll gear store, Detroit Michigan
Photo of Iggy Pop in rock’n roll gear store, Detroit Michigan

Downtown Detroit looks like a war zone but there is so much optimism in the air you just know they are if not over the hump at least on top of it. We are staying in a hotel at the very beginning of Woodward Avenue, the street that runs north from the center of the city past Eminem’s “8 Mile” and all the way out to 12 Mile where we planned to hook up with Peggi’s high school buddies.

The few restaurants that are down here are packed. There was an hour and half wait at the first one we stopped at. And a restaurant named “Hudson”that we stopped at for breakfast was so crowded we ordered coffee to go. There’s a Hard Rock Cafe here and a creepy, high end, rock’ roll gear, chain store called “John Varvatos.” “Vintage guitars, Records & Audio. Tailor on Premise.” We looked at the rock’ roll coffee table books but had hard a very hard time with the clothes.

We found the Juventus vs Real Madrid game from last week on the tube in our room. I knew was a 1-1 tie but it was still thrilling. There’s a dance club across the street from our hotel so we’re lucky the heating system sounds like a white noise generator. We Watched a guy on a bicycle stop and pick up cigarette butts left in front of the club in the morning

Shephard Farley’s doing a huge mural around the corner at the Martius building, formerly the Compuserve headquarters. We headed over there to watch but he wasn’t up yet.

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On Your Knees

Mayapple flower in shade of Edmunds Woods n Rochester, New York
Mayapple flower in shade of Edmunds Woods n Rochester, New York

There is the canopy above the woods that has almost filled out and then there is the canopy of Mayapples at your knees. I got down on my kness to take this shot of the beautiful Mayapple blossom in Edmunds Woods. I’ve been there three times this Spring with my father to follow the rapid changes. Mayapples grow in colonies derived from a single root and only the ones with two shoots produce a flower.

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Eavesdropping

I like the production values on this. Ken Colombo was sitting a few tables back from the band holding his phone in the air. I like the sound too and and it’s not an Apple product. This was our second song last Wednesday. The place was just starting to fill up, Jack was in NYC, and the rest of the band was getting down to business.

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Our Lady of Lilacs

Our Lady of Lilacs in front of house on Bouckart Street in Rochester, New York
Our Lady of Lilacs in front of house on Bouckart Street in Rochester, New York

We’ve had a rattle under our car for quite a while so I decided to take it in today. I called Lee at B&B on Saint Paul and he said to bring it in. This meant two bike rides, one back home while they looked at the car and one to the place to pick the car up. It was a beautiful day for both. The car needed front and rear sway bar links. Pothole damage.

In between the rides we planted two rows each of spinach, lettuce and beets. Our neighbor is already harvesting his lettuce. He had it in at the end of April. Our little seedlings were in our living room.

I see this bathtub virgin all the time. She is out near the road on Bouckart Street in Irondequoit. It is kind of a secret street, a straight shot form the 7-Eleven on Titus Avenue to Ridge Road, no stop signs. I keep thinking we’ll interrupt a drag race or something when we take it. We take this route to my parents and Peggi takes it to “the club” (LA Fitness). She looked especially good next to the dark lilacs.

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Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)

Sixties glass building on Mount Hope Avenue in Rochester, New York
Sixties glass building on Mount Hope Avenue in Rochester, New York

At ninety Kurt Feuerherm is a well seasoned artist. His work is in the permanent collection of MoMA, Albright Knox and the MAG. He was my Fine Arts mentor at SUNY Empire State and he received an award from the college tonight in a ceremony at Cutler Union. They asked some former students to show a few pieces along with Kurt’s work so contributed three of my crime faces. A jazz duo performed and they served drinks and finger food.

It was my first alumni event. I usually ignore the junk mail from the school. They may have even taken me off the list. I’ve never shown my degree to anyone, never even had the opportunity to put it on a job application since I mostly worked for myself. I dropped out of school after a year, picked up some credits for Creative Workshop classes, took a couple of fantastic photo classes at the UofR, got some credit for commercial art jobs and then worked with Kurt. In ten years time I cobbled together an art degree.

Kurt helped me a lot. I was doing something close to cartoons with flat color when I first met him. He got me abstracting my subject matter and working at a larger scale. He sent to the library with a list of contemporary artists who were working in a similar vein. He opened my eyes to a bigger picture. He was very helpful and I’d like to thank him.

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End Of The Line

Reflection on Johnson Pond in Durand Eastman Park
Reflection on Johnson’s Pond in Durand Eastman Park

Even Spring can bring you down. The ramps are turning yellow and the Trilliums are fading fast. Life is too short. But it is only those left behind who complain. Plants go with hope for renewal. People are gone for good. 

Some people give so much they leave a hole when they’re gone. It is up to us to fill it.

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Torturing Trees

Bike for sale near heavily pruned tree
Bike for sale near heavily pruned tree

I’ve never seen the owners of this house but I’m guessing they are of Italian descent. Italians like to shape, stunt and generally torture trees to get them to look like lollipops or poodles tales. This is just my lopsided observation based on living in Rochester for most of my life. Friends, people on my old paper route, the old Italian neighborhoods, you start connecting the dots. Maybe it is their old world connection with fruit trees, a desire to maximize fruit production in a lot in a small space, like a small city lot.

Philip Guston fell in love with the tall, narrow Cypress trees and round ornamental trees in the parks in Rome while he was there on a teaching stint. It is a beautiful custom. You’ll have to the click the photo above to see the tree behind that little pink bike.

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