It’s hard to describe the magic of skiing and snow to those who huddle in their caves all Winter anxiously awaiting signs that Spring’s thaws have gained the upper hand. Since some of my earliest memories are snow based, and sliding on snow (and ice) are in the family DNA, I’m never sad if Spring is forced to wait patiently just a bit longer for Old Man Winter to have his say.
Sledding Fun (c.1937). Our intrepid founder (r) and his Big Sis ride their rockets…
My Big Sis and I embrace the legendary Blizzard of ’66.
This past week saw a series of late Winter storms blanket the beautiful Green Mountains of Vermont with deep snow. In a moment of keen and decisive decision-making as the storms were rolling in, I decided that playing hooky was in order and therefore moved our office operations (and my body) to my “home away from home” in Vermont’s beautiful Mad River Valley – home to Mad River Glen and Sugarbush. Today’s modern business owner is both blessed and cursed with technology that enables us as never before, yet hounds us as never before. We’re never more than our smart phone away from the pull of the office, yet we can efficiently operate from almost anywhere. Continue reading →
There have been so many amazing artists in the United States and Wilson Henry Irvine, born on February 28, 1869, was one of them. So today we’re going to break out some cake and candles and celebrate his birthday.
Presidential elections, fiscal cliffs, End of Days, Olympics, Sandy Hook. The world seems larger…yet feels smaller. Meaner…yet more hopeful. More logical…yet less clear.
As modern humans we’re supposed to interface, naturally and like good little soldiers, to the ever more complicated and invasive technology of information overload. It swirls and envelops us at every turn. We somehow need to make sure we keep our sanity and humanity intact. Where do I find a playbook? Do we lose our humanity by filtering out the world sitting behind our computers or staring at our smart phones? Should we utilize these devices to enhance what’s really real – our flesh and bone connections to ourselves, our friends, and our loved ones? It’s a complicated question to which is no simple answer, especially for those of us who uses a computer for much of each work day.
Robert Natkin’s 1961 work Interior
The balance for us as a private art dealers, is that our product – art – is about humanity. Continue reading →
A few weeks ago with the recent Presidential election just completed, fiscal cliffs impending, and a forecast for some great late fall weather, we packed up 22 works of art, and pointed our van toward Boston. This was our 7th year exhibiting in the Boston International Fine Art Show. We were excited to get back to Beantown the weekend before Thanksgiving. As we drove into the city we passed Copley Square and the great man himself – John Singleton Copley (1738-1815). Well, we passed a bronze replica of Copley. An extraordinary artist, and one heck of a spiffy dresser!
John Singleton Copley, a great man wearing some great shoes!
Arriving at the Cyclorama at the Boston Center for the Arts we were confronted with the empty booth that became our home for the next 5 days. It was time to scratch our chins and think about making the art shine. Continue reading →
An exceptional Wilson Irvine of a stone bridge in Old Lyme, CT.
I love fall, and by fall I’m referring to places where the leaves change. Apologies to those of you residing in LA or Miami Beach – but if the leaves don’t change, it isn’t really fall in my humble opinion. Continue reading →
Fly fishing has been something my father and I have done together since I was 8 or 9 years old. After a hiatus during high school and college, we started fishing again around the same time I joined the gallery. Working together day in and day out presents unique rewards and challenges, and our nearly annual fishing trips have given us the opportunity to escape phones and door bells as well as the busyness of small family business life. Continue reading →
Today would have been Andrew Wyeth’s 95th birthday. The Brandywine River Museum is celebrating by offering free admission all day today in honor of the event. We’ll toast to the inestimable Mr. Wyeth by eating a big slice of cake and reflecting on our lovely Wyeth watercolor of the old Campbell Farm in North Waldoboro, Maine.