Artist Profiles
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My first somewhat successful oil painting was of the little Indian
boy I saw on a Jeep trip to Southern Utah. The child had the seat
of his pants cut out exposing his bottom. It came out rather well so I
named it PRARIE PAMPERS. My next oil was with a group tutored by Dibble
at the old Bamburger Farm. I had the painting nearly complete when a
gust of wind picked it up off my easel and dumped it into a pile of leaves
and plant debris. I was starting to clean it off when Dibble came over,
and suggested that I leave it alone. The shards of leaves and other plant
debris had made an interesting pattern in the wet oil. When it finally dried
it was rather exciting, I named it SPUD CELLAR.
HARRISON (GROUT) GROUTAGE
I met Harrison Groutage in 1955 when I designed the Fine Art Center
for Dixie College, St. George. Gerald Olsen from the Dixie College art
department told me that Groutage, an art instructor at Logan's USU, was
one of the most talented artists in the state. He recommended him to do
the mural, which I planned to use in my design. I drove to Logan, met Groutage,
and was so impressed that I engaged him to do the mural, and purchased one
of his paintings. This Groutage painting began our art collection, which
focused primarily on fine watercolors and ink renderings.
Dixie College President, Arthur Bruhn was intrigued with the idea
of a mural, although there was not enough in the budget to include it.
Bruhn felt confident that if the building was designed to accommodate a
mural, he could get private donations to have it done when the building
was completed. He was very successful, even touched our office for $8,000
from our commission. I understood that a large share of our contribution
was to go to Groutage, which pleased me. I must report that this story
has an unhappy ending. My handsome building is in the process of
demolition to provide space for a huge new fine art center to accommodate
the expanded college.
For the next several years Grout conducted paintouts and workshops,
which I attended. Two of the workshops were in Monterey California, one
with Grout, one with Grout and Ed Maryon. We spent most of the time sketching
the stunningly beautiful Mission at Carmel. As I recall Grout did one
watercolor on site. Most of the time we did numerous watercolor sketches
and even more photographs. The final watercolors were usually done back
in our studios. I am proud of two paintings I finished from this trip,
one of the Mission (right) and the other of the Monterey Coast.
FARRELL R. COLLETT
When I designed the Industrial Arts Building at Weber State College,
Farrell Collett was dean of the art program. At that time I did not
have the pleasure of meeting him although I was an admirer of his work
and felt that I walked in his shadow. When my Orem High School
was dedicated, a beautiful Farrell Collett painting hung in the main
hallway. I stood many times to enjoy his painting WHITE HORSES, so stunningly
real you could almost feel their soft white hair. From a Dibble article
in the Tribune, Farrell commented, ”Dibble liked my horses because he
felt as if he could slap one on the rump and feel horse flesh.”
In December 1993 the St. George Art Museum honored Farrell Collett
with a retrospective exhibit of his work. A video of the exhibit was
filmed. I had the pleasure of producing it. Fox Television provided the
camera work. Glen Blakley from the Dixie College Art Department moderated
the film.
The Collett Retrospective represented only a small sample of the
volumes of his work. Collett is an artist who paints not only with his
technical training and his gift of draftsmanship, but also with his heart.
He understands and loves all the creatures on earth that appear in his
paintings.
Shortly after his paintings were hung, I walked around the exhibit
with him. Whenever we stopped at a group, Farrell would tell me, “I painted
this one in eighty-five. This one is our back yard in Ogden - we had an
early snow storm that winter.” I asked about the Cougars. “No the cougars
were not in our back yard. I sketched them at the zoo.” He would pause,
then. “This one I painted in the Stewart Flats, back of Timpanogos.”
He has a gift of dramatically rendering the scenery provided by nature
for each of his paintings. There is a keen sense of design in all his work
with evidence of exhaustive study sketches to arrive at the most pleasing
way to paint a story.
We stopped at his painting WALKING BUFFALO. He told me to squint
my eyes and see the exciting patterns and shapes that make it so fascinating.
The old fellow in the painting seems to come to life as you study it.
“This painting,” he said, “was done with an intent to record a tale of the
passing of the great Indians and the Buffalo.”
The next painting we paused to study was VEGETABLE VENDER. The
figure in the painting is placed so it immediately captured your attention.
As you study details, your attention returns right back to the center of
interest. There is timidity captured in her face for having been asked
to pose, you see is a beautiful soul sitting there. The texture and lines
in her face tell volumes about the life she leads. One can see and feel
the texture of the brick wall, the paving, and the soft and delicate, to
the course and hard patterns captured in the painting. One notes how simply
and effective the painting seems to be rendered with so little effort.
These few lines and touches of color are the very essence of simplicity, which
is the keystone of good design. Hours can be spent just studying Farrell Collett’s
illustrations and paintings. Note his brush strokes and how forcefully he
handles his range of values.
In the late thirties Collett turned down a job with the Disney Studios
maintaining that teaching was more rewarding in many ways than money.
He returned to teaching at Provo High School and taught art for forty-three
years, thirty-seven of which were at Weber State College, where the art
building now bears his name. He is listed in Who’s Who in American Art.
The Accolades for Farrell Collett can go on for pages. His paintings were
and still are represented in several galleries, schools, colleges and private
collections throughout the United States, Canada, and Europe. He has illustrated
several books, numerous illustrations and calendars for companies such
as Pepsi Cola, Texaco, and Browning Arms. He is recognized as
one of the top illustrators and animal artists in the United States. Some
of Collett’s finest work was done in his late eighties and early nineties.
One day I caught up with Farrell walking down the street with a large canvas
under his arm. He stopped and showed it to me. It was one of eight paintings
he was doing, which are now etched into porcelain interpretive panels and
placed along the Oregon Trail’s walking loops.
Farrell Collett died March 14, 2000.
The three Utah artists whom I have highlighted here are in no way
an effort to make judgment on the present work of the many fine artists
exhibiting today. I must admit that some of the work does cause me pause.
So be it, I had one heck of a struggle with our kids’ music while they passed,
like forever, through teen age.
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Alternative Venue -- Salt Lake City
Sargeant
Salon: A Shampoo, a Shave and a Chagall
by Steve Coray
Area restaurants aren't the only alternative venue for emerging artists.
While having their hair styled at Sargeant Salon, David Sargeant's clients
get to view fine art originals instead of the usual cheesy posters of hair
models.
About two years ago, Sargeant decided his clients would appreciate seeing
beautiful paintings and photographs on his walls during their time in his
chairs. He also recognized that, by changing the work displayed every two
months, his regular clients would continue to get variety in what they
viewed.
Since then, Sargeant (whose aunt is artist Mariann Dunn and who himself
dabbles in painting) has shown everything from oils to acrylics, and
digital photographs to doodles. Most of his artists are from Utah and most
come to him by referral. He has no particular formula for his success. Maybe
it's the artists he chooses. Maybe it's the prices (he only takes a 10-20%
commission). Maybe it's that he has a captive audience and can chat about
the artwork and the artists. Maybe it's that the work is well lighted. Whatever
it is, it is working.
Sargeant allows buyers to take their purchase home with them on the spot,
so he recommends that his artists have additional works they can hang.
It's unusual that he doesn't sell multiple pieces during the two-month
showing. And he is usually committed to new shows two to four months in
advance.
During January & February, Sargeant will be showing the
black and white photography of seventeen-year-old phenom Liz Lilja. So stop
by and take a look. Better yet, schedule an appointment for a cut or style.
Sargeant Salon is located in Salt Lake City at #11 Exchange Place (in the
Boston Building). Appointments can be made Tuesday through Saturday 9:00
a.m. to 6:30 p.m. by calling 801-355-3952.
Artist Profile -- Salt Lake City
ROWE "BILL"
SMITH: GETTING YOUR 15 WHEREVER YOU CAN
by Rowe Smith
Since this is my story (see article in left column) might I tell you
about my first painting sale. Here in this market, any painting sale is
important. This copy is the lead paragraph from a story that ran
in the Desert News January 4, 1967.
JUNKYARD TO GALLERY by Clint Barber.
"A while back Mr. Smith had several stacks of sketches he
didn't want any more. He piled a bunch of them in the truck and took them
to the city dump. Later, one of his boys was walking home from school
with a neighbor boy, and the neighbor asked, 'does your dad sign his artwork
Bill Smith?' The Smith boy answered yes 'Well my mother bought one of them
for 20 cents at the junkyard.'
The tender at the junkyard had found some of the sketches and sold
one to the neighbor boy's mother when she took some trash to the yard.
The thing that made me mad, Mr. Smith joked, is it made me a professional,
and I wanted to keep amateur status for a while longer."
This bit from Clint Barber’s article could well be my
Andy Warhol fifteen minutes of fame. Shortly after my wife and I returned
to our native Salt Lake, I hung an exhibit in the Tenth East Senior Center.
I had no recent work to hang since most of those done over the years are
in our children’s homes. I had not done a watercolor for a considerable time
and discovered it is not like riding a bicycle, where you never forget.
Never forgetting just isn’t true with painting. I fished out my pallet
of dried up paint and started a series of watercolors. Whenever one appeared
good enough, or almost good enough, to frame, I titled it, ACCIDENT 1,
ACCIDENT 2, and so on. There is a lesson here so let me encourage
all of you who read this. “Get your paint out, paint, and paint,
and paint some more - there is a masterpiece waiting in you to be
painted. Or you might find your Andy Warhol fifteen minutes of fame.”
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