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"Giving everyone their fifteen bytes of fame".
December 2002
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Artist Profiles                                          "Touches of Fine Art" continued from page 1

Prarie Pampers 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.

"Mission" by Bill Smith 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.

Farrell Collett Walking Buffalo 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.

Collett Vender 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.

Alternative Venue -- Salt Lake City 
Sargeant Salon: A Shampoo, a Shave and a Chagall
by Steve Coray

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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.

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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.”