To Lindsay Hand, art is “a meditation, a necessity as an action for me to create, a growing process, a presence. It’s a beautiful thing, to just step in and be, but it also can require things that need to be said. That’s speaking from my own art and my process. Viewing other people’s art is the same thing, but it’s as an observer, and kind of a gift sometimes.”
I stood in Lindsay Hand’s downtown art studio, feeling the creaks of the wooden floor beneath my feet and hearing the large building, filled with several art studios and offices, breathe and shift slightly around me. I held a coffee I’d just purchased from the Starbucks down the street and smiled at Lindsay. Her short cropped, brunette hair was curly, and she cleared a space in her daughter’s corner of
The Problem We All Live With, 1964 “Without thinking too much about it in specific terms, I was showing the America I knew and observed to others who might not have noticed. My fundamental purpose is to interpret the typical American. I am a story teller.” Norman Rockwell
Sharon Carvell’s quest for connection through art has been a lifelong endeavor. As her experiences have multiplied, so has her knowledge, her artistic expertise, and her love for trees. She calls trees “an expression of love.” They are, indeed, ancient almost beyond belief—on this planet for 370 million years while modern humans have existed for only 200,000. While Sharon works in many art mediums, her thought-provoking tree drawings deserve special attention.
While the layperson might get excited about the retro-glam subject matter of Randal Huiskens’ paintings—movie stars, sports heroes, musicians and politicians—the art expert is likely to focus on the paint work. Randal Huiskens is a Chicago area Pop artist whose principal medium is acrylic paint on canvas. His latest works are a series of paintings in a style called neo-divisionism. By applying paint in a way that is unrelated to
I see only forms that are lit up and forms that are not. There is only light and shadow. Francisco Goya From a conversation, quoted by L. Matheron, Goya, Paris, 1858