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A Painter’s Small World: Some Very Short Story With Godfrey Blow

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Damian unwinding a yarn. (Photo by Terrance Manion)

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The bloke telling the story to disbelieving couple in the photo is Damian, my friend, and fine art connoisseur of the Northern New York Midlands. It’s a unique story about a very small world, yet a big one too if we still wish it to become more than what the newspapers tell us.

Last May Damian, who is a professor at a nearby college, hosted a group of students for a week long tour of Australia, and then took a personal trip out west to Perth to visit with old friends from a past much more studded with global color than mine.

He posted on Facebook his upcoming travel itinerary (a curvy line with an icon airplane on it stretching from Melbourne to Perth). I commented to have a nice time and jokingly, to say “Hello” to Godfrey Blow, a painter I know. Suddenly in the comment feed, a woman, (who was actually Damian’s hostess in Perth) wrote back something like, “OMG, that is my best friend’s Dad! I know Godfrey Blow!”

That is the smallest art world story I have ever heard. With nearly 8 billion people on earth, and all of them knowing personally one painter in their lifetimes, it’s an incredible coincidence, don’t you think? A month later, Godfrey Blow’s paintings (shown below) were leaving Perth on that long convex real life, real airplane journey to Watkins Glen, N.Y.

Please take a good look at these treasures below. The Internet doesn’t do them justice—it’s an okay storyteller, sure. But let’s be like Damian, and put some adventure into our lives. We can get closer to a Godfrey Blow, and a painting is almost as good as knowing his daughter’s best friend in Perth.

Call Kathy and Joe at (315)527-4263, or visit Wednesday through Saturday, from noon to 5 p.m.

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Godfrey Blow: Before the Storm at Cottesloe Oil on panel, 27 x 48 cm

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Godfrey Blow: Monument at Albany Oil on panel, 27 x 42 cm

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Home Gallery Show of a Week’s Output of Paintings

Yesterday morning I began a dining room gallery exhibition of the week’s painting output, which I will continue to produce weekly to add flavor and sweet to a bitter winter on the way. Please join me as I talk to you about my work which is mostly pleasure. You can talk back, but you’ll have to stop by the gallery—The Little House of Big Stuckism! Thank you!
7 minutes long, so get an extra large sandwich to chew while watching. I’ll try to make future episodes a bit shorter, about 5 minutes.

Some Paintings This Week

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“Mr. Maezawa, The Ghost of Basquiat Says That Sniffing America Like an Ass Isn’t Going to Get You Satori” 2017. Acrylic on paper, 15 x 22″

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“Listening to ‘Let It Bleed’ Real Loud to Take a Swipe at What Unchecked Repetition Has Done to the Youth of My Friend” 2017. Acrylic on paper, 15 x 22″
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“One Man Standing on a Bridge and Two Birds Laughing at Him” 2017. Acrylic on paper, 15 x 22″
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“Mr. Maezawa, Like Basquiat, I Sped Up This Painting to Help History Record Your Disgustingness” 2017. Acrylic on paper, 13 x 20
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“Hey Fingerlakes, My Congressman Deals Mostly With the Serpent of Sickness and Death. How ’Bout Yours?” 2017. Acrylic on canvas, 48 x 36″

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“I Listened to ‘Heroin’ by Lou Reed Over and Over While Painting an Old Memory” 2017. Acrylic on paper, 22 a 14″

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“I Am the Universe Resounding With the Joyful Cry, ‘I Am!’” 2017. Acrylic on wood panel, 11 x 14″

This Week I Painted Some While Lake Turned and Weather Charmed

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“I Know Lake Ontario Doesn’t Look Like This in April, but Maybe It Should” 2017. Acrylic on birch panel, 24 x 24″

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“Only Jay Leno and Other Jingoes See the American Dream From Outside the Dollar Store” 2017. Acrylic on 500 piece puzzle for a dollar. What a deal!

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“After Sacrificing 23 Pieces of Crap From the Dollar Store, I Planted This Baby Pear Tree” 2017. Acrylic on dollar store frame, 8 x 10″

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“Dollar Store Frozen Chicken Cordon Bleu and Blueberry Muffin on Ceramic Plate Made in China, $3.08” 2017. Acrylic on plate, dinner plate size

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“This Dollar Store Clipboard Does Not Want My Dream of Mexico Unless I Make It So” 2017. Acrylic on Chinese dollar store clipboard, 10 x 14″

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“How I Look and Feel at the Dollar Store in Town” 2017. Acrylic on dollar store frame, 8 x 10″

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“Even at 50 My Attempt at an Imaginary Alligator Should Spark the Professional Curiosity of a Bored Psychiatrist” 2017. Acrylic on paper, 15 x 11″

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“For Those of You Living in 1 of the Other 195 Nations, the Reason Americans Don’t Love Trains Anymore is Because Our Brains Have Been Usurped by Cognitive Dissonance Aliens” 2017. Acrylic on Stepanov packaging particle board, 12 x 16″

1940’s or 50’s Autumn Forest Stream When Rich People Were Still a Bit Embarrassed About Their Wealth

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2017. Acrylic on loose canvas, 41 x 13″

My friend and I are submitting to a regional show with the theme “abstraction”. I think I will frame this under glass, and sell it for less than what it cost me to make. The frame will be the big expense. It’s usually the case. I just want to see if Americans will barter or purchase a luxury item—it’s visible worth not even detected as a tiny greed smear on a corporito’s brain scan—even when it’s priced cheaper than a Denny’s® brunch and a few gallons of gasoline.

I do not fool myself about the material value of this painting. It is what it is. Canvas, paints, brush use, light overhead, man, man’s thoughts, man’s moods, man’s dreams, man’s hope, and man’s hands in his pockets—No, wait. After “man” it’s mostly a squat pile of private abstract suffering. And very few besides a friend or two would pretend to want a material representation of that big idea!

I can’t blame them!

And yet, people would want it, even more than shaving cream, if people’s desires were real and not abstractions. Not so much in want of the painting as any true thought, true feeling, true expression of another man or woman cut up into pieces, and each piece set on a cultural conveyor belt of behavior controlled and monitored by abstractions.

People would want it if they trusted men.

I don’t trust them either, hence the painting, another in an endless bombardment of material representations of Americans worship of abstraction.

And maybe after my demise, someone will pay a few thousand dollars for that “forest stream” painting. Provided the post-mortem marketing team is sharp and can make some abstract tool think valuable a material fool.