Glad to hear you're going to explore more American artists because of this article. Dixon is one of my favorites, obviously, so I hope you'll enjoy your explorations.
The amount of paintings he produce over his lifetime astonishes me, but then I think of his illustration work and the mind explodes. Very productive life. And it must've been overwhelming him too. Thus, the need to wander in empty spaces. The Great Basin offers that to people.
Sue, I just posted about Dorothea Lange and Maynard Dixon. And then I saw this! Maynard did a sketch of the hill above the creek from our property in Soquel, and gave it to my mother when she was a child...I have no idea where that sketch is now.
Pardon me for being nosy about where you live in Soquel. My SIL lives there and on a hill to the east (south?) of the highway that connects with 17. We were just there for a funeral last week. I was pleased it hadn't changed all that much over the years like so many small towns have. Your story fascinates me. How did Dixon come to know you mother and her family? I guess I'd better find your post and read it.
Just enjoyed reading your story. La Labranza. I remember seeing a farm-like place north of the cemetery that was down by the creek. At least I think that was it. We whizzed through there on the way to San Jose so quickly, it was difficult to see more than a flash. Beautiful places along that highway. (We lived in B.C. so the mountain roads are somewhat familiar.) My SIL lives on the hill that overlooks a group of farms just below their house. I love sitting by the window and watching the goings-on and remembering a couple of ladies I worked for who lived in the trailer court on Old Soquel Road. That's a nice little town with lots of memories.
Along the Soquel Creek, on Old San Jose Rd. (that dates me, using the old name for this road) Not too far up from the old cemetery. FYI, it's a get-away place, not my residence.
"...He captured the hazy light of afternoon sun. His shadows carve the mountains into serpentine forms that emphasize how water and wind shaped them..." Lovely prose, Sue. The Wild Horses" painting is spectacular. Just suits me and makes me want to go there.
Gosh, thank you so much for sharing these words and pictures, Sue. I've set an intention to learn more about US art and artists having seen this.
Glad to hear you're going to explore more American artists because of this article. Dixon is one of my favorites, obviously, so I hope you'll enjoy your explorations.
Thanks for highlighting Dixon's expressive work. I'm going to make it a point to learn more about his art.
The amount of paintings he produce over his lifetime astonishes me, but then I think of his illustration work and the mind explodes. Very productive life. And it must've been overwhelming him too. Thus, the need to wander in empty spaces. The Great Basin offers that to people.
Sue, I just posted about Dorothea Lange and Maynard Dixon. And then I saw this! Maynard did a sketch of the hill above the creek from our property in Soquel, and gave it to my mother when she was a child...I have no idea where that sketch is now.
Thanks for this story.
Pardon me for being nosy about where you live in Soquel. My SIL lives there and on a hill to the east (south?) of the highway that connects with 17. We were just there for a funeral last week. I was pleased it hadn't changed all that much over the years like so many small towns have. Your story fascinates me. How did Dixon come to know you mother and her family? I guess I'd better find your post and read it.
Just enjoyed reading your story. La Labranza. I remember seeing a farm-like place north of the cemetery that was down by the creek. At least I think that was it. We whizzed through there on the way to San Jose so quickly, it was difficult to see more than a flash. Beautiful places along that highway. (We lived in B.C. so the mountain roads are somewhat familiar.) My SIL lives on the hill that overlooks a group of farms just below their house. I love sitting by the window and watching the goings-on and remembering a couple of ladies I worked for who lived in the trailer court on Old Soquel Road. That's a nice little town with lots of memories.
Along the Soquel Creek, on Old San Jose Rd. (that dates me, using the old name for this road) Not too far up from the old cemetery. FYI, it's a get-away place, not my residence.
Here's the story: https://open.substack.com/pub/ellenannechong/p/dorothea-lange-thank-you-for-the?r=1bcnky&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
"...He captured the hazy light of afternoon sun. His shadows carve the mountains into serpentine forms that emphasize how water and wind shaped them..." Lovely prose, Sue. The Wild Horses" painting is spectacular. Just suits me and makes me want to go there.