C.M. Russell Museum

“Nobody is ever too old to try something stupid!”

Rambling One
So what has transpired?  For all of you who are thinking you would like to go south for some R&R, now is the time.  We did, south to Montana, last spring and my oh my what an experience.  No, I’m not trying to be funny or even sarcastic.

I and my long suffering wife took the “heeler” and went to visit the C.M. Russell Museum in Great Falls, Montana.  WOW!
The following is a random, disjointed account of what we experienced.

First, the C.M. Russell Museum is an excellent institution.  It provides a great opportunity to see work , of the western genre on a Master’s level, side by side with the learning curve it takes to turn raw talent into brilliant fulfillment.  For me this attainment was found most poignantly in a pen & ink drawing of a woman peddling a bike past a native person.  The epiphany came in a single line, in a very small part of the drawing.  The line is under one of her eyes.  It screams contempt.  Let me end here by noting how incredibly difficult it is to make just such a line.  A line with a free, single, singularly purposefully, stroke.   A line worth a lifetime of thought.

Secondly, a stop at the museum gift store yielded another treasure, a small book by Prof. Brian Dippie, formerly of the University of Victoria.  It is a book (“Looking at Russell” Amon Carter Museum 1987) on of course how to look at Russell’s work.  It is a book I profoundly regret not being acquainted with it much sooner in my career.  Let me conclude by saying it far better articulates what I had to say in a prior rambling.

The only two points I would very respectfully challenge Prof. Dippie on are his assertion that the colors used in some of Russell’s later work are rather garish.  I would assert the colors are true to changes in light temperature.  Noon being 5000 to 5500degrees Kelvin and sunrise or sunset being 3000 to 3500 degrees Kelvin.  The color shift is more evident in winter with good snow cover and / or at higher latitudes.  The time frame for witnessing this color shift is normally only a few minutes but more minutes in winter than summer and, at higher latitudes.  Also, the pigment used to paint these colors must be more intense to show as the light is reflected not transmitted.
The other point is the quality of horses Russell has his aboriginal subjects mounted on.  Yes, in Russell’s time most native peoples’s horses were poor; so were most native people were poor.   That said, I respectfully assert that many of these same native people were indeed astute judges of good horse flesh.  Superb! riders don’t normally pick average horses to do demanding, dangerous work.
Enough nit picking.  Prof. Dippie’s book is an excellent “read” and I recommend it highly to anybody with an interest in either Russell or fine art in general.

The third point of our visit is the timing  It was timed to take in the Russell Art Exhibition and Sale to benefit the C.M. Russell Museum which also has a number of other events running in conjunction with it.
There is The Jay Contway and Friends Show, The Western Masters Art Show and Auction, and at least three or four other related shows and events that should be of interest to those who are out of print book collectors, admirers of aboriginal quill work and / or antique fire arm collectors
This all took place March 20 – 23, 2014.  Talk to mr. Google for more information.

I will end this rant with a our visit to the Coeur d’alene galleries at the Western Master Art Show.  These folks promise premium artwork and unparalleled personal service.  They deliver.
I would go, if for nothing else, than to see their presentation again.  They had a painting of a buffalo herd-bull, “Back In The Day” by Chad Poppleton.  The painting is about as good as it gets.  WOW!  I wish this young artist well.  He has done his homework.

Remember, it takes courage to try something stupid.  It takes courage to break out of the comfort zone and go south, south to Montana in March but, WOW!

Please note, the author is pretty sure he is illiterate and real sure he is technologically illiterate but, is willing to engage in any sort of question or debate about the content of said news letter.  Good Luck!

Random Thoughts

aw_immigrantgapJust about every thing comes with disclaimers these days. This is mine. First and foremost, I make no pretense about being a cowboy. I am not.

That said I have met the odd truly authentic cowboy. They are damn rare creatures that pretty much keep to their own kind, and like it that way.

On the other hand, I have had the good fortune to spend many hours in the company of people who have many of the skills, mannerisms and ethics that we tend to associate with the term cowboy . It is from this experience that I draw my subject matter.

The rest of this rant should probably not be taken too seriously. It is for the most part an opinion about nothing more than random thoughts and thoughts for the most part are not much more than recycled, slightly fermented, components from somebody else’s mental dung heap.

There is a little irony here. My first real job was, in a horse stable, on the business end of a fork. It is also where I got my first real lessons in business.

The foreman said a lot to me that summer: I was pretty green. Two things however bear repeating though because of their profound wisdom.

The first is- “the man, who knows how, will always end up working for the man who knows why”.

The second is- “the people coming through this stable (it was a high end horse ranch) for the most part don’t know much more than the front end from the back end but, they all know crap on the floor when they see it”.

Those two observations have been the foundation of my working career.

I have done lots of other things, like twenty years in the applied arts as corporate and commercial photographer, but really, it looks like I am still shoveling.

So why am I painting now and why the choice of subject matter?

The first answer is The Alberta Rangeland Calendar project. It is a hold over from my photography career. In the process of putting it together, I realized much of what happens while “cowboying” is not apt to be captured in the photographic medium.

The second answer is passion. Picking a point on a horizon, and just going, confers an unbelievable sense of freedom.

The calendar project provides the excuse and keeps me in the right company. The painting allows me to viscerally relive the experience.

More next time-

Milk River Pull

aw_milriverpullThis painting is based on moving cattle up and down the Milk River valley. River crossings (even small ones) are a hazard to most domestic animals. Some times they need a little persuasion. In this case the story comes from discovering six or eight yearling steers stuck on an island.

It was June, it was cold, it was blowing and there was a ferocious current. After some debate, split along age lines, the old guys were sure the yearlings would starve to death. The young guys had a different opinion. The cattle were coming off. Now!

An attempt to get a couple of dogs over wasn’t too successful.

Plan B. Two guys (old) take horse up stream. Strip to the cotton lederhosen and commence to a quick drift. It works! Sort of. The guys make it up the island cutbank. The horse is going down for the third time. Horse makes one last frantic scramble. One guy is pulling horse up, the other guy is running for his life as horse gains ground.

One guy on foot, other guy on horse, start hazing. Both modes are hard on feet and other sensitive areas. It doesn’t work. Yearlings are starting to feel important.

Plan C. “Put a rope on and start pulling”. Six laps later it’s done, but there’s just one small problem. How do you jump horse off of cutbank and pull at the same time without getting hung? Young guy (dry, dressed, and on shore) offers some advice- “Put another rope on” good idea! Young guy wades in on horse and spins loop out to island. Roped yearling stands on the slack while the ropes are connected. That’s a bit of luck! Young guy dallies up, the steer feels the rope move and proceeds in the other direction as fast as four legs can move. CRAAA CK! The ropes hold. Steer and young guy communicate. A little more hazing, and the steers acquire swimming lessons on a pull, a plunge and a drift.

The old guys board horse for another swim, drift, whatever, put clothes back on, and we all get back to work.
The other source for this idea came from the same setting. Two of us (and a dog or two) were moving a couple of hundred, when it came time to cross. I was at the front, and after some pushing, pulling, and discussion of water levels and my skill level with a rope, common sense reared its ugly head. We opted for an extra couple of miles and the use of a plank bridge. Some adventures are better left as paintings.

Double Trouble

aw_doubletroubleNobody likes to loose an animal and predation is never pretty. That said, it is necessary it’s called earning a living. A predator like a grizzly is genetically programmed for ungulates in general. It’s called survival.

While gathering one day up high amongst the ridges, the fellow I was following spotted a carcass under some spruce bows. Large predators will quite often attempt to hide a kill from scavengers while they feed off of it for a number of days.

While Lynn got off to get the tag number, I was left to have a good look around, not that it would have done either of us much good. A grizzly can cover the length of an average city lot in about three seconds. The way I got it figured, if you are lucky enough to see it coming, that is just about enough time for most us to kiss our horse’s ass good by.

In this case the carcass wasn’t much more than hide and hair. However, when the wind is blowing and you can’t hear, sight lines are poor, and somebody else’s dinner is on the plate, it is a good time to leave the rest of the adventure to a painting.

Wind, Fire, Grass & Wildmen

aw_windfiregrassandwildmenThis painting is both a personal and a public story. It is an attempt to visually define those elements that have served to shape the environment I was born to and the people I claim to come from.

Of course now days most of the Great Northern Plains are packing the veneer of civilization and industrialization what with all the creature comforts at hand and wall to wall cultivation as a partner.

It wasn’t always so, ride one of the larger pastures in bad weather, a fog or a whiteout and all of a sudden it can easily be a hundred years ago or even a thousand years ago.

It is the kind of environment where the drive to survive, without human constructs such as “sentimentality” “fairness” “kindness”, requires a high degree of wildness or the power to endure, the power to persevere.

This wildness has now been pretty much bred out of both man and beast, but not entirely. Maybe that’s a good thing. I know on the downside for civilized folk, it (the Great Plains environment) can, left to its own resources, very quickly rob a person of their humanity.

Not that long ago it very often did hence, the term wildmen . That is wildmen as in people who understand that nature confers life. No more no less. They also understand it is often up to them to make a Hobson’s choice. Go mad or temporarily give up your humanity and hope you make it back.

Some days it is a lot easier just to make a painting.