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(Personal) Review of my One-Man-Show

March 28, 2017

For years, I have enjoyed writing concise reviews of one-man-shows. Since none has been published of mine that opened last weekend and runs through April 9, I have decided to write my own!

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Turvey’s Corner

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Country Blues

The Gallery at Redlands, 400 N. Queen St., Palestine, Texas, opened its doors for the first time with a one-man-show featuring David Tripp’s watercolors and drawings. In this single naturally lighted chamber, 104 original pieces weave a tapestry of experiences and sensations spanning this artist’s life sojourn from a trolley train leaning into an urban curve to a guitar-picking bluesman perched on the shaded porch of a desolate farm house. All of these scenes depict a disappearing America that thrived in the 1950’s but today leaves only the shells of buildings and vehicles, mere shadows of once vital homes and communities.

David Tripp has been absorbed with the contributions of Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper, with their urban and country watercolors depicting settings of loneliness and isolation. Viewers who enjoy these works feel a connection with the scenes of our passing yet enduring America, and understand this dual sentiment of loss and presence–loss because something that once thrived in the setting is no longer living, presence because some kind of footprint remains, and we can still sense it as we linger in that space.

The artist wishes to thank all those who expressed well wishes and made purchases this past weekend.  Rebekah Joy Plett has shared the following:

When you buy something from an artist you’re buying more than an object.

You’re buying hundreds of hours of errors and experimentation.

You’re buying years of frustration and moments of pure joy.

You’re not buying just one thing, you are buying a piece of a heart, a piece of a soul . . . a small piece of someone else’s life.

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The Gallery at Redlands

400 N. Queen St., Palestine, Texas

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.

New Gallery Opening in Palestine, Texas

March 24, 2017

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Beginning of a Painting of the View across the Street from Inside the Gallery

The Gallery at Redlands in Palestine, Texas opened like a whirlwind this morning, and remained strong till the rainstorms arrived. Now I have a quiet space in which I can attempt to blog.  I set up my plein air easel inside the gallery and began drafting the building across the street. By the time I finished drawing and was ready to flood the page with water and pigment, the sky darkened and the rain began to pour.  I don’t feel like painting a dull scene, so I am taking my chances on a sunwashed scene tomorrow. Meanwhile I have a stack of books to read and a blog to resume . . .

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Today’s Newspaper and Supplement

Andy Warhol checked the New York Times and New York Daily News, reportedly every day, and when his name wasn’t mentioned somewhere, he sunk into depression. This morning, we were too busy to think about such, but when the newspaper and supplement arrived, we were happily stunned to see we made the front page and center page adjacent to the Dogwood Trails Celebration map. We could not have asked for better publicity!

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A Sublime Start to the Day

I set the alarm to wake at first light, so I could take my coffee out to the balcony and watch the town come to life. The time spent sketching and journaling was soothing to my soul, as I retired to bed a tad uptight about how the first day would unfold.  Anticipation for this show had been building for quite some time.

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“Catholic Contemplation”

This show marks the first time that this painting has gone on public view.  I completed if a few years back, and it’s on a full sheet of 300# D’Arches watercolor paper.  I just had it framed a few days ago, and we installed it in the gallery yesterday afternoon.  I have it priced at $1150.

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 “First Night in Waterford”

This is a watercolor I completed some years ago as a commission for the cover of a fiction novel. The book was published and the author purchased the first edition giclee print, but I have retained the original which I had framed and has stayed in my home.  I have put it in this show and priced it at $550.

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“No Longer Home”

This is a watercolor of my grandparents’ farm home in rural Jackson, Missouri, where I spent my summers as a child.  The top bedroom window marks the area where I slept on those summer nights. This one has been priced at $500.

Despite the storms chasing away potential patrons, plenty of people have strolled in and some sales were made, so we can say it’s been a good first day. I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Thanks for reading.

I paint in order to learn.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

All the Pieces in Place

March 23, 2017

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When I rolled into Palestine late this Friday afternoon, I was ecstatic to see the new signs in place and couldn’t wait to go inside and continue setting up the show we started hanging last weekend. I am extremely short on sleep and have set my alarm to rise early in the morning, so regretfully, I’m not going to write any further, but just post pictures taken throughout the installation process this afternoon and late this evening.  Thanks for reading. I’m excited to open this show tomorrow at 10 a.m., and even more ecstatic to learn that I have a number of friends trying to break loose and make the long trek out here to this east Texas venue.

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All of your courage has been my tower of strength, thank you for all the kind words you readers have posted in the past weeks.

Firming Up Details for a One-Man Show

March 8, 2017

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Serene Catholic Contemplation

I am re-posting this image of a watercolor I completed on a full-size sheet of paper a few years back. It has just been delivered to my local frame shop. The new gallery in Palestine, Texas is getting ready to run an ad in the local paper.  Though I’ve ceased the daily blogging, I’m thinking seriously about daily posts from now until showtime.

My website has been updated with the relevant information (www.recollections54.com).

And the new gallery, opening with my show on March 24, has opened a facebook page:

https://www.facebook.com/thegalleryatredlands/photos/a.1817965165135990.1073741827.1817960541803119/1817963798469460/?type=1&theater

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To my delight, I’ve been told that accomodations have been made at the hotel for me to be at the gallery all three weekends of the show, March 24-April 9.  I had always hoped I could have a “presence” during the show’s weekend hours.  The proprietors of this new adventure are wonderful friends and working tirelessly to make  the gallery show a success.

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From the Island to the Gallery

March 8, 2016

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Nine months after leaving the Laguna Madre Field Station, the one-man-show is finally hung at the Art Center of Corpus Christi.  The staff was kind enough to send me pictures of the show, since I won’t get to see it for another week.  The artist’s reception is set for May 16 from 5-7:00.  My mind is having so much trouble concentrating on my work up here on the opposite end of Texas, teaching school, crunching income tax figures and feeling restless.

I was pleased to learn today that enough people signed up for me to teach the 2 1/2 day watercolor workshop at the Art Center, then take a group to the island for an additional 2-day workshop.  I will also judge a watercolor exhibit by their local society. Below are pictures I’ve received of the show.

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Watercoloring into the Night

March 2, 2016

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I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

Having been gashed nightly with school-related tasks for nearly two weeks, I find tonight much more satisfying, with grading for high school as well as university all caught up. I regret having such a sour attitude, but having taught high school for twenty-seven years, one would think that I could relax in the evenings, having all my lesson plans essentially built, and only needing to tweak them where I feel it is necessary. But the College Board has decided to trot out a new curriculum for A. P. Art History this year, so every single class now has to be reconstructed from the foundation up, and the man-hours have been excruciating. The timing could not have been worse, because I had that blessed privilege of serving as Artist-in-Residence for Texas A&M University Corpus Christi last summer, and have worked extremely hard to create a total of thirty-four watercolors for a one-man-show to be hung in the Art Center of Corpus Christi.

My show opens tomorrow, and I’m excited just thinking about it, though I am eight hours away, and won’t even see it until Spring Break. The Artist’s Reception will be March 16, and I hope to meet friends there that I haven’t seen in so long, as well as find an opportunity to make new acquaintances. I am also anxious to see how all my larger works look in frames (to date I’ve only seen the small pieces in presentation mode). Despite all the school work, I’m still glad that I managed to push out that many paintings over the past eight months. And I must say, that I feel a measure of sadness that this chapter is nearly complete, and will close at the end of this month. Since May of last year, the Laguna Madre project has been front and center in my day-to-day consciousness. Tonight I really find myself wondering what comes next.

Reading didn’t come easily this evening, so I got this watercolor back out that I haven’t touched in nearly a week. This store front has always held my attention, reminding me of the kinds of country stores I enjoyed in the days of my childhood. I have spoken by phone to the grandaughter of the proprietor of this business, and am excited to hear so many fascinating stories about the days when this business thrived. Perhaps the time has arrived for me to re-open my “Recollections 54” genre of nostalgic middle-America scenes.

Thanks for reading.

 

Wishing for a Siphon Hose

October 19, 2015

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Human labor, through all its forms, from the sharpening of a stake to the construction of a city or an epic, is one immense illustration of the perfect compensation of the universe. Everywhere and always this law is sublime. The absolute balance of Give and Take, the doctrine that every thing has its price, and if that price is not paid, not that thing but something else is obtained, and that it is impossible to get anything without its price, is not less sublime in the columns of a ledger than in the budgets of states, in the laws of light and darkness, in all the action and reaction of nature.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Compensation”

Good evening, dear Friends. I posted the photo above, taken as I was driving wearily home Sunday from Corpus Christi. As I pulled alongside this coffee truck, I wished for a siphon hose so I could snake it out there and suck down some of that coffee in hopes of regenerating my sagging body. I have known the compensation laws expounded by Emerson for decades, and knew that the weekend including a sixteen hour round-trip drive would suck all the vitality out of me, as it in fact did. Today’s school experience was most unpleasant, and I chalk much of that up to my strength being drained by the weekend’s events. In time, I will get the energy back, but there are no shortcuts, and daily school obligations are not going to wait for me.

I already posted some pictures of Saturday’s event at Texas A&M University Corpus Christi, where the library is hosting my one-man-show. I now have some others to share. I was bowled over to find two large foam core posters on easels announcing my exhibit. On the prior blog I posted one of them. Here is the other.

Turning my head in the library, I was shocked to see my picture on a flat screen monitor:

Walking about campus that day, everywhere I found a flat screen monitor, there appeared my picture. I also was surprised to see the poster appearing on other easels in other buildings. Then of course, the one below took the cake:

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“I can’t get no respect!”

Great–right next to the trash cans. Oh well. The show looked terrific and I was filled with pride. Below I’ll post a few more photos from the hung show:

I have always wanted to present my work in journal format, with the ragged edges of the stapled watercolor paper showing. But I was always afraid to ask. I was thrilled when Dinah Bowman of Bowman Design and Framing asked if it would be O.K. to display some of my work this way. I love the rawness of the display.

This will always remain one of my preferred landscape sketches done on location. I wanted to emphasize the cumulonimbus clouds billowing above, with just the strip of lagoon showing beneath and a small part of the foreground shoreline.

This algae study of the mermaid’s wine cup I did back home in my studio. On media day at the island, Captain Jay Tarkington waded out into the lagoon and reached down beneath the waters to pull up this sample and give it to me for future studies. I keep it in a jar next to my drafting table.

I excluded this study of cactuses and firewheels from the show, thinking it not very good. Dinah disagreed and so did Mike. I’m glad they disregarded my wishes and framed it for me to see. Once seen, I said “Definitely Yes, thank you!” I’m frequently surprised at what presentation adds to a piece of art. Thanks, Dinah and Mike!

And finally, I’m so proud of the photograph taken on media day when the film crew arrived on the island. This is the focus of the promotional poster the university’s Communications Department created.

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I am so tired this Monday evening I can hardly hold my eyes open. The weekend travel was exhausting, but I’m still glad I went down to view the show. And I am so delighted at the outpouring of well-wishes that I found on facebook. Thanks all of you!

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.

Local Watercolor Artist published in Fort Worth city newspaper

September 14, 2011

Arlington Art Teacher Has Picture-Perfect Talent (Fort Worth Star-Telegram feature)

I am reproducing this article coming forth Wednesday in the Arlington Citizen Journal section of the Fort Worth Star Telegram newspaper.  The journalist, Robert Cadwallader, spent hours interviewing me patiently, and the newspaper sent a photographer for the photo shoot (complete with one of my dogs and cat!).  I am extremely proud to be published as a local artist, and grateful for the advertising this provides for my One-Man Show running during the next month, as well as the local art festivals where I’ll be participating.  Thank you for reading.

“Arlington Art Teacher Has Picture-Perfect Talent”

As an art teacher and artist, David Tripp has bristled at old sayings about teachers teaching because they can’t do.

But Saturday night, the Martin High School teacher made a very public case for his dual abilities at a reception kicking off his art exhibit at the Weiler House Fine Art Gallery in Fort Worth. Among the many attendees were some of his current Martin High School students, and several others he hadn’t seen in nearly 20 years.

“This is my first one-man show,” said Tripp, 57. “I am very, very proud for them to know that their art teacher is an artist.”

The Weiler House is showing about 40 of his watercolors, which depict what he sees as a fading midcentury rural America. His canvases are filled with crumbling convenience stores, quaint Victorian homes and dreamily colorful streetscapes he has encountered on sojourns in the Midwest and Southwest, including the infamous and now mostly bypassed Route 66 highway.

Some of his paintings had local influences, including the old Poly Theatre in Fort Worth.

“The genre I paint is ‘dying America,'” said Tripp, whose art will be featured through Oct. 8. “When I see these shuttered buildings, it fills me with a sense of loss — and presence. I love to paint the little stores that were replaced by 7-Eleven and Walmart.”

His work caught the eye and heartstrings of Bill Ryan, the owner and director of the eclectic gallery, over a year ago. He’s already sold a number of Tripp’s paintings.

“People really relate to his work,” Ryan said. “I don’t know if it’s nostalgia, but it’s about how we share in a common past.”

Getting started

The early memories that shaped Tripp’s artistic interest are rooted in rural, impoverished southeast Missouri, where he was born to tenant farmers after the Korean War.

When he was 2, his family moved to St. Louis in search of a better life, and his dad, a Korean War veteran, got a job as a mechanic. But Tripp returned frequently to visit his grandparents near his birthplace.

“My grandparents were still tenant farmers, so I was still surrounded by that kind of rural poverty in southeast Missouri,” he said. “From the time I was a child, I really loved the things I saw on their farm — the old tractors that were rusted out, and the barns that had lost all their paint.”

From the age of 2, he recalls having a gift for drawing and sketching. In school, his abilities to re-create his observations on paper developed, but it distracted from academics.

“I spent a lot of time drawing in the margins of my notebooks,” he recalled. “I was being praised from the time I was really young that I was a good artist, but no one said I was a bright student.”

But when he reached eighth grade — the first grade that offered art courses — he excelled, being named the best art student at the annual awards assembly. He duplicated the feat in high school and earned a scholarship that set him on a path to appreciate learning.

He earned a Bachelor of Science in education at Northeast Missouri State University — now named Truman State University — then detoured to Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth, where he earned a Master of Divinity and a Ph.D. in New Testament while also preaching in churches.

Learning to teach

Tripp, who also is a guitar player and an avid fly fisherman, got his first teaching job at Lamar High School in 1988.

He wasn’t very good at watercolors at the time, despite his love for the medium. That was a problem, because he had to teach it. But he managed to push watercolor study to the spring semester and dedicated the Christmas break to learning it.

The trick, he learned, is letting the watercolors dry several times during the painting process.

“I was messing with them too much while they were wet,” he said. “Now I will sometimes have six watercolors going on simultaneously, so I don’t overwork them.”

Tripp later moved to Martin High to develop an art history class. It was there he met his wife, Sandy, who now teaches English across the hall from him.

Tripp started his nostalgic watercolor project more than 20 years ago. He drives around snapping photos of interesting subjects and then goes home to paint them. Over the years, he has had many opportunities to show his work as part of a group of artists or as a vendor at festivals.

He’ll be doing that at Grapefest in Grapevine this weekend and at the Fort Worth Music Festival Sept. 30 through Oct. 1.

But the Weiler House is the first to feature him solo — a status that is exciting not only to Tripp but also to his boss.

“To see his work in this gallery,” said Linh Nguyen, the school district’s visual arts coordinator, “that lets me know that he’s not only teaching his kids but nurturing his own creativity as an artist himself. That tells students there are opportunities out there for kids to find a career as an artist.”

Preparing Large Watercolors for a One-Man Show

May 15, 2011

Framed Winfield, Missouri Antique Store

Today I picked up five framed watercolors from the Weiler House Gallery (http://www.weilerhousefineart.com).  These will eventually hang in my One-Man Show later in September.  This has been painted on a full-size sheet of watercolor paper (22 x 28″), so with the frame, it’s by and large the biggest work of art I have every committed to a frame.

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Three Watercolors for the Home

April 16, 2011

Three framed watercolors in the Home

I grew up listening to the adage that physicians’ children were the sickest, teachers’ children the dumbest, preachers’ children the meanest, mechanics’ cars the worst maintained, etc.  For year after year, I could not afford to custom frame my own watercolors, then once I could afford it, I started selling them more than hanging them.  Finally I have been able to fill my own home with custom-framed work of mine, and am glad to be able to look at them.

With my first one man show approaching this September, I need to frame sooner rather than later, so I don’t find myself scrambling for “presentation pieces” when show time arrives.  These three I just picked up from the Weiler House Fine Art Gallery in Fort Worth, Texas–the gallery that will host my September show.  I have already posted the images as I completed them in the studio recently, but wanted to show the presentation in my entry way as it now appears.

Yesterday afternoon I managed to begin my first plein air watercolor study in over a week.  I have errands to run at the moment, but hopefully I will return to the work later this afternoon and post this evening.

Thank you for reading.