Sunday, September 22, 2013

Robert Dash (1931 - 2013)

Robert Dash, Painter, Writer and Gardener.
He passed away recently after a long illness.
He will be missed.
photo by Durrell Godfrey from here
I visited Madoo, Robert Dash's home, studio and garden creation some years back. There was a gentleman sitting out front on a wooden chair reading a book. A bench near him was stacked with brochures about the Conservancy and books by Robert Dash. I commented that I had really enjoyed the book and didn't realize until the seated gentleman said "Thank you" that the gentleman was Dash himself and not a volunteer docent. We had the beautiful garden to ourself that afternoon. I felt like I was given the gift of visiting a very special and private place.
Pink Field, White Field (1965) by Robert Dash
Oil on Canvas 72" x 60"
image from here
Madoo photo by Rob Cardillo
Madoo photo from KS at Gardenbook here
Robert Dash wrote a regular column for the East Hampton Star called "Notes from Madoo" The column below, in its entirety, reveals a unique voice that will missed, but not be forgotten.

Notes From Madoo: Clearing

What would we do without blue?
   Like all woes, clouds eventually part, go elsewhere, dissolve, evaporate, dry up, and reform somewhere far away, and the first signs of such doings are in slits of blue sky: reassurance and promise, safety, surcease above all else.
    What would we do without blue? What is it about the color that has taken the heart? Like the rose among flowers, it reigns as the king of colors, the angel of them all. Skies of course eventually clear. And blue. Good sailing and smooth sailing returned. We have fine measure and deportment and that wonderful sense of future good. Blue skies do not betray. There are no blue-eyed liars.
    Blue is an easily abused color, often misapplied and misconstrued, sinking into mud as easily as it rises as mist or steady fog when it is impossible to retrieve. It stands for valor, therefore courage and the stamina for it, I guess. Blue is what  endures when other hues fade. Blue is the Virgin Mary, innocence itself (a blank sheet with no mark, unfolded, yet to have value). It is persistence, durability, and worth. It is happiness and good fortune and blessings. The most longed-for color in flowers. (If only a blue rose or lily, tulip, or daffodil.) It is, of course, royal, the color of conviction, the color of allegiance and authority, guarding and preventing. It is attention, the color of legends and myths, mineral and air and water. The hue of flame and coals grown cold. All of the oceans are blue and all of the skies at times. Solitude, confession, troth, truth, and depression, and, for some reason, long the color of homosexual love.
    Memory and sleep. Telegrams in France were known by the color. And there were blue trains. Fishing with a long pole and no line and piling autumn leaves and not burning them. First communion and all oaths, promises and secrets and forbidden letters and kisses in the dark.
    There is the blue flower of Novalis, peace, contentment, and, perhaps forgiveness. Forgetting might just be blue. What is within the span of blue eyes is comprehension and wisdom, a long, thin spiral of smoke and liquid forever weaving in and out of life and time. Somewhere there is a lapis-blue city high in the clouds whose citizens are palest blue and wear blue clothes and speak in blue and their earth and water and pastures sparkle under a blue sun. There, books open and shut in indigo light and blue is the color closest to what the citizens read and there is little difference between the light of day and the darkness of night or the passage of time or the months of the year and on all of their blue occasions, the blue varying according to the weather, obedient to the temperature, satisfying to everyone.
    It is easy to break no matter how softly or well it is held. Is rain, is mist, solid as stone, hot and cold, in small bits and large, in all of your dreams and throughout all of your days and tomorrow as well as yesterday and everything that passes and will be, mind, body, heart, spirit, soul.

Robert Dash at work in his Sagaponack garden, Madoo
Photo by Frank Polach Courtesy of Madoo Conservancy

Tour of Madoo with Robert Dash and P. Allen Smith 2011
Sagaponack by Robert Dash
Limited Edition Serigraph here
Madoo photo by Kari Gercens

More about Robert Dash here:
photo from here

What Are You Reading?

BookHampton always has an interesting selection. I could spend hours browsing through their books. I rarely leave empty handed.  
Recommendations in the window from their knowledgeable staff.
I just finished Swim by Lynn Sherr
Lynn writes about training for and swimming the Hellespont.
Along the way she writes about swim history, myth and legend.
The art of swimming.
Loved it. Inspirational.
What are you reading?

Monday, September 16, 2013


Somewhere between East Hampton and Sag Harbor my camera lens cap went missing. That necessitated a trip into Southampton.
The Morris Studio had the much needed lens cap.
 They also have paint and brushes.
The Morris Studio offers framing as well as supplying the basics. My other go to spot Golden Eagle Art in East Hampton recently lost their lease at Gingerbread Lane. I wrote about Golden Eagle here. Happily they have found a new home in East Hampton and will be open again sometime mid October. 
Lens Cap.
Art Supplies.
Don't forget your music.
You can listen to Hamptons Radio on your smart phone.
On the tunein radio app.
tunein Radio
Is your favorite radio station on tunein radio?
Let me know so I can listen to your station too!

Sunday, September 15, 2013

A Beach of One's Own

All along Noyac Bay there are strips of beach known only to those who live nearby.  Most neighborhoods are comprised of beach bungalows and low ranch style homes constructed in the 1960s and 1970s. The lots are small, making construction of McMansions difficult, keeping neighborhoods quaint. This painting by Ramiro was painted near here.
Early Morning Circle Beach by Ramiro
Oil 39.5" x 22"
image from here
If you turn off Noyac Road at Bay Avenue, next to the The Whalebone General Store, you will reach a portion of Circle Beach facing towards Long Beach, Shelter Island and the North Fork.
The Whalebone General Store and Cromer's Market supply the Noyac neighborhood's needs.
I parked next to the Whalebone and walked down Bay Avenue yesterday. A couple of the homes were available for sale. If you live here Noyac Bay and your own beach is just a short walk.
details about this house here
This bungalow for sale by owner 516-885-7445
Secret Beach by Leo Mancini-Hresko
Oil 15" x 19"
Image from here

Monday, September 9, 2013

Main Beach, East Hampton

The Main Beach in East Hampton is an award winner. 
I confess, I had never visited it until this past weekend.
The summer crowds are gone.

weather = perfect
pavilion with all of the "mod cons"
plenty of parking for bikes
and cars (all day non resident pass $25)
We're running out of beach days.
Eric Fischl captures the beach energy.
The Gang, 2006, Oil on Linen, 84 x 108”
The Gang was in last summer's Guild Hall show.

Monday, September 2, 2013


Tripoli Gallery in Southampton is currently featuring a group exhibition entitled Water. Tripoli Patterson curates a combination of artwork spanning generations proving that great art knows no era. A William Merritt Chase hangs beautifully near works by Nathalie Shepherd. A painting by Billy Sullivan, his dog "Red" running on the beach, directs your eye to the beautiful crystal sculpture by Maya Lin.
Maya Lin, Blue Wave, 2013 Crystal 1 1/2 x 14 x 14 1/2 inches
Edition of 12
photo by Kerry Ryan McFate from here
Red on the Run by Billy Sullivan
2012, Oil on Linen, 30" x 42" photo from here
Maya Lin's crystal sculpture Blue Wave is an intimate piece reminiscent of the monumental Storm King Wavefield located at the Storm King Art Center. A photo of the Storm King Wavefield from the New York Times article below. The Blue Wave is one of a rare Edition of 12.
Storm King Wavefield by Maya Lin photo and article here.
Water is the exhibition's theme
The Shower by Darias Yektai, 41 3/4" x 32 1/2 "
oil and gesso on canvas and board, 2008
photo from here
Los la Butte (Tidewater Series) Keith Sonnier (1994)
Mixed media, neon, found objects
Stephan Bondell
Bathing Beauty in the City of New York and Waxed Up
by Nathalie Shepherd (2013)
Oil on Canvas 10" x 8 " and 18" x 24"
William Merritt Chase
White Sands by Darius Yektai (2013) 12 1/4" x 18 1/2"
Oil and spray enamel on paper
Wind Chop I - IV by James de Pasquale
Acrylic on Canvas and Denril (2008)
closer look at Wind Chop (photo from here)
Untitled Lola Montes Schnabel (2006)
Silkscreen and Xerox transfer on Japanese paper 23 3/8" x 27 7/17"
Beach by Fairfield Porter (c.1974)
Oil on Canvas 13 3/4" x 13 1/2"
Parrish Art Museum
Smoking Ships at Sea by Thomas Moran (1907)
Watercolor and Pencil on paper
23 1/2 "x 19 1/2"
Lola Montes Schnabel's painting is untitled which leaves the viewer unprompted as to what she sees. It could have been the proximity of Moran's painting but, I see a ship engulfed by wind and flames on a stormy sea. To me, both Schnabel and Moran's works evoke an atmosphere similar to J.M. Turner's striking painting from 1840. Turner's painting Slave Ship, depicts an unthinkable and horrible event through the medium of paint. Water as a place of danger. 
Slave Ship (Slavers Throwing Overboard the Dead and Dying, Typhoon Coming On)
J.M. Turner (1840) Oil on Canvas 35 3/4" x 48 1/4"
Museum of Fine Arts Boston
Matisse Patterson creates mixed media pieces inspired by and including artifacts found at local bodies of water. Mecox incorporates a sampling of water and sand from Mecox Bay.
Mecox by Matisse Patterson (2013)
Mixed Media 12" x 5 1/2"
Sting Ray by Willem de Kooning (1971)
Lithograph on Suzuki paper 51 1/2" x 37"
private collection
Water as sustainer of life.
Starfish by Marsden Hartley (c.1938)
Oil on Canvas 18" x 24"
Tripoli Patterson did a phenomenal job curating this collection of pivotal artists from the 19th to the 21st century. I enjoyed seeing pieces that I had never seen before by artists that I was familiar with as well as discovering the work of talented new artists. The show runs until September 9th. For more information:
30A Jobs Lane in Southampton, NY 11968
Tripoli Patterson
we are inspired by it
we love it
we fear it
we require it to live

Tripoli Gallery is donating 10% of sale proceeds to Whole World Water.
this afternoon
the light on the pool surface
thinking of Maya Lin's Blue Wave