by Gerry Furgason | Aug 18, 2023 | PAINTING YEARS, Uncategorized
A woman purchased a small painting from me and remarked it was to give her daughter for Christmas. She told me her daughter was away at college and for years they had visited the St. James Art Show together. Each year the child would pick out a design from...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 18, 2023 | PAINTING YEARS, Uncategorized
After a recent conversation with an artist friend about the importance of artists receiving acclaim for their works, I wondered which reception had been the most important to me. Purchase Awards and ceremonies with speeches and ribbons flashed through my memory...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 18, 2023 | PAINTING YEARS, Uncategorized
I was sitting at my Director’s desk in the Community Art Gallery on the Cloister’s second floor. It had been a quiet morning until a gentleman walked in and pointed at me, yelling, “YOU!” I felt like I was the unwilling participant in that scenario where...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 18, 2023 | PAINTING YEARS, Uncategorized
What would Aunt Theresa think? Here I was curled up in a sleeping bag on the hard ground of a country hill just before dawn. I recalled how comforting Aunt Theresa’s feather bed was after my sister Jean and myself spent a day romping in the summer fields...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 18, 2023 | PAINTING YEARS, Uncategorized
I learned about critics early in my art career. We had a “Crit Club” in Louisville that met each month on U of L Campus. (afterward, we would all go to Masterson’s and trash the critic.) The critic that month was the owner of an art...
by Gerry Furgason | Aug 18, 2023 | PAINTING YEARS, Uncategorized
Clara was four years old when she asked to sit up in my art van. I grimaced as I knew that was almost an impossibility. But she was an innocent child and did not know the hazards her request could bring about in a vehicle I found comfortable but others looked...
