Thursday, October 29, 2009
As they left, her father - who had driven her to Old Forge (that's how young she was)- came back in, to say that it was her first entry in an art show and - if it was going to be rejected by the judge - maybe it would be better to just take it home right then.
That entry was accepted, and it won a first prize, and seeing that girl’s face when the award was announced is something I will never forget.
That’s why I volunteer my time to The Arts Center. Even though I can’t paint, or draw, or sculpt, I can still be part of that magic."
Immediate Past President of the Board of Directors
Explore Volunteer Opportunities at the Arts Center/Old Forge
The Arts Guild of Old Forge would like to encourage anyone interested in volunteering.
We have many opportunities available for individuals who would like to help.
Some of the many areas in which volunteers are needed are:
Host/Hostess/Front Desk, Ticket Sales, Craft Fair, Tennis Classic,
Plein Air Paintout, Brochure Mailings, Culinary Preparation, Antique Show,
House Tour, Serving Food, Exhibit Set-up/Take Down, Workshops, Auction,
Central Adirondack Take-in, and Data Entry.
If interested please contact the Arts Center/Old Forge at 315-369-6411
or email firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
While quilters have frequently drawn inspiration from the work of painters, I believe my paintings provide ample proof that the reverse is true as well. There are many common“threads”: the eclectic palette of patterns and colors, the subtle geometry of composition, the meticulous eye for detail and the careful hand wrought execution to name just a few. I am grateful to Michele deCamp for first suggesting the exhibition opportunity and to Barbara Getty for having the artistic insight to recognize the merit of the pairing. It is both an honor and a privilege to celebrate my favorite season in an Adirondack setting.
to learn more about Dan Bacich visit www.autumnleavesart.com
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Last Saturday, I relieved Joan Spring from her chilly post at The
Green Bridge. I actually didn't recognize her, she was stored so
deeply in her hooded winter jacket. Joan had volunteered to stand at-
the-ready to inform the public about the artists The Arts Center had
invited to Old Forge for the weekend. Guide book in hand, and an
improvised schpeel about the auction silently rehearsing itself, I now
tucked myself into tweed, and stood at the ready.
Joan pointed out Ingrid Van Slyke, working away at her easel, and
mentioned that another artist was parked at the other end of the
bridge. Without haste, Joan then made a break for her vehicle and
escaped into the cold morning, no doubt with the heater pinned on high.
I introduced myself to Ingrid and couldn't help but notice that she
was visibly freezing. Ingrid forced a frozen smile and returned her
focus to the pastel landscape in front of her. Eventually Sandy
Hildreth carried her easel, filled with oil paints, and positioned
herself next to Ingrid. As an excuse of chivalry, I offered to get
the girls warm coffee and a snack from Artist Headquarters, at
Niccolls Memorial Church. Both refused, and being only a gilded
gentleman I deserted them to track down a coffee and bagel.
Upon my return it was apparent Ingrid was nearing completion on what
turned out to be her second pastel of the morning. In the meantime
Sandy had laid down her entire background; gray skies, dark blue
water, and burnt orange foliage. I, for my part, picked up wind-blown
Plein Air guidebooks with Lexi (the yellow lab from down the street).
Around one-thirty Ingrid packed up her pastels, promised to return
once she was warmed through, and headed to Niccolls to frame up her
landscapes. Sandy began to correct her painting to match the now
brighter circumstances of the warming day. I ate part of my bagel.
Lexi stared at me while I ate.
Throughout the day we continued like this. Sandy maneuvered through
a changing scene. Lexi was loaded into a car and returned to her
home. At one point Sandy's paint pan was absconded by the wind and we
scraped up oil paint from the road surface. People walked and drove
by. I stumbled through my Plein Air schpeel numerous times (never
saying it the same way twice no matter how hard I tried). I picked up
more wind-blown brochures. Ingrid Van Slyke returned, as did Lexi.
By the end of day both artists were no longer standing. The wind
which had toyed with the artists earlier, now had knocked them to the
ground. Sandy Hildreth had folded up the legs of her easel and was
crouched diligently before her painting. Ingrid Van Slyke on the
other hand was kneeling, almost in fetal position, over her last
pastel landscape of the day. Visibly suffering, it appeared that as
though she was using the guardrail to break the force and bite of the
wind. Oncoming traffic steered around her position, and without
seeming to take notice of them she'd turn her head to glance out at
the Moose River.
Sandy's painting was sober and beautiful, not a bad compliment to
an afternoon that had treated her so grimly. Later on, Sandy Hildreth
would frame that painting in gold and donate it to the Arts Center
auction that signified the end of this year's Plein Air Event. It
would be among one of the highest earners in the auction. She smiled
Sunday night as an auctioneer coaxed the assembled crowd to bid higher
and higher, reminding them that it was selling for well below its value.
In the end The Plein Air Artists raised over ten thousand dollars
The Arts Guild of Old Forge. McCauley Mountain played excellent host
to the very successful event, as did Niccolls Memorial Church, and The
Old Forge Fire Hall. Artists, volunteers and staff spent the late
evening of Sunday plotting out the second annual event over soup and
It's easy to wax poetic over artists battling changing light, or
embattled organizations raising enough support to survive, or
supportive volunteers pitching in to pull off the unpredictable.
However, it's important to remember.
We have arbitrary concerns, differing viewpoints, and very real
carnage that dip and dive into our individual lives. Regardless of
what else happened in October of Two-Thousand and Nine, Old Forge was
subject to something only slightly less ancient than our existence.
It was recorded visually by artists. That, as it turns out, is no
I'll never forget Ingrid Van Slyke, hunkered against foul wind and
oncoming traffic. Her tiny frame desperate to escape to a heated
interior, while her stoic artistic pride refused to surrender.
However, remembering that day has been made easy for me. My wife, a
new patron of the arts, Sabrina Thibado, bid on and won Ingrid's last
pastel from Saturday, October Tenth, Two-Thousand and Nine.
Plein Air Reporter,
So, it was a bit rainy and cold but I found a great spot under the overhang at the golf club. The golfers were curious, friendly but way more interested in playing golf then watching me. My pastel turned out ok and actually sold. Most of all, it made sense to me to support the arts especially given this economy. After all, galleries and art centers work hand and hand with us artists.
The morning of the Paint Out, my husband ordered me to have fun. Somewhere on the drive up, I deciding to follow his order and did.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
by Loretta Lepkowski
Wow! I think the Old Forge Plein Air/Paint Out this past weekend (Oct. 3 &4) went well despite the finicky weather. Invited Artists registered at the Fire Hall’s meeting room where they also got a bit of breakfast and packed their lunches. An artist gift bag was included along with a copy of the Guild booklet. They arrived individually or in small groups from Utica, Syracuse, Rochester, Lake Placid and other local areas. What fun meeting one another and chatting with such wonderful artists! The artists spread out in five different locations in Old Forge area including McCauley Mt. Equipped with their easels and paint supplies, they set up to capture the colorful fall scenes outside in public view. I was humbled to be in the presence of such celebrated and capable artists like Drayton Jones , Giorgina Talarico, Debra Burrington, Martin Scoville, Milton Franson and others I missed seeing painting on site
I managed to produce two small paintings - one on Saturday, of an older gentleman reading while sitting in my lawn chair with the background of the Moose River and fall foliage. I happened upon him and liked his hat and coaxed him to pose for me. This was painted in a loose style, as I was concerned that he was getting chilled. (I’m still trying to learn how to paint people and he was kind to sit for me). Later, I learned that he was a strong supporter of the Arts Center. On Sunday, I arrived by noon after the morning rain. Some of my relatives form Syracuse came to Old Forge. After meeting them at the Arts Center where they took in the National Watercolor Show and introducing them to staff, volunteers and artists; I had 2 hours left to paint. In a panic, I tried to think of something or somewhere to paint and pulled in the Enchanted Forest parking lot. I was happy to find a spot behind the ticket booth to set up my easel and proceeded to quickly paint an old friend, Paul Bunyan, surrounded by lovely colors. It got brisk and the clouds constantly changed the lighting, but I was able to finish it in the nick of time for submission to the Arts Center by 4pm. I titled it, “I found my Man”….
or “Paul Bunyan” - for a bit of humor.
For a fun and exciting day to see beautiful art work available for purchase that has been completed in this Plein Air/Paint Out, please consider coming to McCauley Mt. On this Sunday, Oct. 11th. The silent Auction will begin at the McCauley Mt. lodge at noon and the Live Auction will start at 5pm. Food and music will add to the festivities. You might also consider riding the chair lift up the Mountain for a scenic view. Hope to see you there!