Monthly Archive for May, 2009

East Bay Open Studios 2009

Saturdays and Sundays
June 6 & 7, 13 & 14, 2009

11AM – 6PM

351 Lewis St Oakland, CA 94110

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The East Bay hosts one of the highest per capita concentrations of visual artists in the United States. You’ve probably never heard of most of them. Many are not represented by local galleries.

Pro Arts, oil on canvas, 18" X 24", 2004
Pro Arts, oil on canvas, 18″ X 24″, 2004

If you are interested in an overview of the East Bay visual arts, I encourage you to participate in an event that throws the doors wide open. More than four hundred studios will welcome the general public the first two weekends in June. This visual smorgasbord is keenly anticipated by art lovers, as well as collectors and gallery owners.

Because of the number of artists involved I recommend visiting Pro Arts Gallery in Jack London Square where each participating artist shows a sample of his or her work. With the catalog in hand  you can plan your voyage of discovery.

Nowadays you can also take a virtual visit. Check out the Online Gallery.

East Bay Open Studios is a excellent opportunity to discover emerging artists at reasonable prices. While I don’t advise buying art primarily as an investment, there is no doubt that, these days, reasonably priced work by living artists has a greater potential to appreciate in value than most stocks and bonds. It’s also much more enjoyable to look at!

O'Brien Theile painting in the garden of Rancho Santiago, near Patzcuaro, Michoacan, Mexico

O'Brien Thiele painting in the garden of Casa Santiago, near Patzcuaro, Michoacan, Mexico

Four artists, who have attended my painting workshops in Oakland, Mexico or Italy, are taking part in Open Studios. They are  O’Brien Theile and Ron Weil both in Berkeley,  Marvin Dalander in Alameda. And Lorrie Fink in Oakland.

I’ve participated  in East Bay Open Studios every year since it’s inception in the early 80’s.  Pro Arts is an artist membership organization which has acted as an entry point into the art world for emerging talent. It hosts a number of exhibitions each year. My exhibition with Pro Arts in 1986 garnered a full page review (by Charles Shere and Susan Stern) in the Oakland Tribune, as well as a gallery connection. Sales from this show enabled me to phase out my landscape gardening business and devote myself full time to painting.

Autumn at the Farmers' Market, oil on canvas, 18" X 24", 2008

Autumn at the Farmers' Market, oil on canvas, 18" X 24", 2008

This year I am showcasing my painting of the San Francisco Chronicle (Storm Clouds over the Chronicle) and the Farmer’s Market painting that was featured in an article by Brenda Payton in the San Francisco Chronicle. I will  be showing other examples of my Farmers’ Market Series and Urban Garden Series as well as new urban landscapes.

You are welcome to explore my racks in the mezzanine where I store about a hundred paintings, and to take part in lively conversation with other guests over wine, cheese and cappuccinos.

I look forward to seeing you.

The Urban Garden

The Three Sisters July-Sept, oil on canvas, each painting 36" X 24", 2008

'The Three Sisters', July-Sept, oil on canvas, each painting 36" X 24", 2008

Last Wednesday while I was considering writing this blog I turned to a column by Jon Carroll, in the Chronicle. He began “Food is important. We cook it, we eat it, we talk about it. It sustains us. It is also politically important.” He went on to cite the work of Alice Waters and the Michael Pollan and to opine that perhaps we are sometimes guilty of being faddish and snobbish here in “this center of good food and good food opinions”. But what really bothered him, in this deepening recession, was the realization of just how expensive it is to eat good food.

He promised “more on Thursday”, and I thought “Jon you’re going to tout urban gardens!” But no. He was not about to tear out his flowers or frighten his cats by introducing chickens. Instead he’s frequenting inexpensive, local ethnic restaurants.

When we eat out we usually choose inexpensive ethnic restaurants. But mostly we eat at home. Alice Waters maintains that 85% of good cooking is good ingredients. We have two excellent sources of good ingredients. The Farmers’ Markets and our own urban garden.

All these paintings were created in our garden. You may enlarge the images by clicking on them.

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Only the corner of our garden which has a stream, pond and rock garden is landscaped. The rest is a motley collection of vegetable beds. Lettuce, basil, carrots, sugar snap peas and other vegetables rotate through these beds. The asparagus, raspberries, artichokes, rhubarb and lemons are perennial. Everything flourishes on layers of household compost mixed with my ‘house blend’ of cocoa hulls, coffee grounds and ash.

As well as providing maybe thirty percent of our vegetables the garden has become my outdoor studio. I’ve started a series of time lapse paintings of the growing plants. “The Three Sisters” which is posted at the top of this blog is an example. The “Three Sisters” are the “Las Tres Hermanas” of pre-Columbian agriculture. Corn, beans and squash which were grown together, and together were the foundation of the diet .

The pond is the primary source of excitement in the garden.

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It attracts an astonishing variety of creatures. There are the regulars: morning doves, mocking birds and jays (who eat my snails), and a variety of migrating birds. One day a red-shouldered hawk flew over my shoulder as I was bent over the pond. He settled on the rock garden twelve feet away and gazed at me.

A Grey Heron passes by occasionally. After one visit two of my three frogs were missing. Only this one remained.

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The other day my son Mario and I were observing a humming bird skittering over the pond’s surface catching insects. Our local hunter, the black cat Pilar, was also interested and set himself in ambush. The humming bird passed within inches of the frog. To our astonishment the frog sprang at the hummingbird jaws agape. He barely missed him. Pilar dashed towards the source of commotion drawing the attention of a jay. This jay makes it his business to constantly harass Pilar, and proceeded to drive him out of our yard.

Mario and I were left to speculate whether the frog mistook the humming bird for a large insect. How would he have ingested this whirring ball of beak, feathers and claws? Or was he simply chasing the bird away from ‘his’ turf?

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Our garden produces 30% of our produce most of the year. It’s the best tasting food on our table. I’ve always thought that the taste of unadulterated food is a good indication of it’s nutritional value. At the farmer’s market we buy organic food if it’s reasonably priced. We also purchase from farmers who claim not to use chemicals if the flavor of their food supports their claims. Many small farmers who have no use for pesticides and chemical fertilizers prefer to avoid the cost and hassle of certification. The beauty of obtaining our food from these two sources is that the, nearly, expense free garden vegetables more than offset the cost of organic purchases.

Study after study indicates that organically grown food is 20% or 30 % more nutritious than industrial food as well as being free of poisonous residues. Which justifies paying more for it. This is admittedly a hard sell among impoverished minorities. Many label my point of view ‘elitist.’

Not the young, urban pioneers around my studio in West Oakland who are establishing market gardens in abandoned lots and unused yards and selling the vegetables cheaply around the neighborhood.

Urban gardens are not only a good, healthy response to the current recession but anyone who works regularly in the soil will tell you it’s a ‘grounding’ experience.

Farmers Markets: yesterday and today

(Read Brenda Payton’s on the street commentary in the Sunday Insight Section of the SF Chronicle.)

Old Oakland Market - April, 24"X35", oil/canvas, Anthony Holdsworth 2009

Old Oakland Market - April, 24"x 35", oil/canvas, Anthony Holdsworth, 2009

In these recessionary times Farmers’ Markets appear to be thriving. This is reassuring. Many of us look forward to their arrival in our neighborhood as a high point in the week. The sights, smells and flavors of the countryside spilling out onto concrete and asphalt. The opportunity to support small, family farmers, to pick up gardening tips. To enjoy the food stands and musicians. It’s  hard to imagine a time before most of these markets existed. It wasn’t so long ago.

Open air Market, Florence Italy 1976, Pen and Ink

Open air Market, Florence, Italy, pen and ink on paper.

My first encounter with an outdoor farmers’ market was in Florence, Italy in 1966. In those days this market occupied the piazza behind the Mercato Centrale. The local farmers had large handcarts with colorful awnings that could be unfurled on sunny days. It was a picturesque and animated scene overlooked by the pale yellow palazzi with their green shutters. The  Duomo floated in the distance.

While Florentines haggled with the farmers, Gypsy families worked the tourists or stole fruit. The merchants would intermittently chase the Gypsies or hurl rotten fruit after them.

(Remember you can click on all these images to enlarge them.)

Gypsy mother and child & Butcher in the covered Mercato Centrale, Pen and ink

Gypsy mother and children & Butcher inside the Mercato Centrale, pen and ink on paper

When I tasted the fruit I understood why they were stealing it. The peaches, especially, were a revelation and made me wonder what American farmers were doing wrong.

I returned to Berkeley, California in 1970. The counter culture rebellion against industrial agriculture was gaining momentum. Our block joined ‘The Food Conspiracy’. Many Saturday mornings I would drive my ‘54 F-100 truck to the Alemany Farmer’s Market in San Francisco to pick up the week’s orders for more than a dozen households. Before noon, friends and neighbors would gather  in our backyard to collect their food.

The Food Conspiracy, oil/canvas 7ft X 9ft, 1973

The Food Conspiracy, oil/canvas 7ft X 9ft, 1973

In the mid seventies an open air market rolled up a block from my home in North Oakland. It stopped on a parking lot on Telegraph Avenue just south of Alcatraz.  I would set my up  easel there almost every week. The market consisted of two or three red trucks with white wooden panels. The panels swung up to form a wooden awning revealing shelves filled with colorful fruit and vegetables.

John's Market, oil on canvas, 1976

John's Market, oil on canvas, 1976

I’d been painting on and off near Ratto’s in Old Oakland for a decade. The neighborhood was emerging from skid row, when in 1997 ‘Urban Village’ opened the Old Oakland Farmer’s Market.

My mural sized painting of the market in those days hangs permanently in the foyer of Holy Names University’s Performing Arts Center. It was composed from dozens of small sketches made at the market over several months.

(Remember you can click on all these images to enlarge them.)

Market on 9th St - July, 10.5ft  X 11.5ft, oil canvas, 1997, Oakland

Market on 9th St - July, 10.5ft X 11.5ft, oil canvas, 1997, Oakland

Some of the people in the painting from far left are Richard and Byron Fong son and grandson of the famous Oakland Chinese herbalist Fong Wan. Richard died a few years ago.  Byron Fong continues the family trade as an herbalist and acupuncturist with an office on Grand Avenue opposite Children’s Fairyland. The next two people are Martin Durante and his daughter Elena owners of Ratto’s Delicatessen. Talking to them is Sandro Rossi founder of Caffe 817.

This last painting is an up to the moment rendition of the market. Completed May 1st of this year.

'Old Oakland Market - April', oil on canvas,  24" X 35", 2009

'Old Oakland Market - April', oil on canvas, 24" X 35", 2009

If you are in Oakland on a Friday morning come on down to Ninth and Washington Streets. Enjoy the market. Sip the best cappucino in town at Caffe 817 and enjoy organic, Italian food while you consider what you need to buy at Ratto’s Delicatessen next door. For a more complete preview of what you will find watch my five minute video titled “Celebrating Caffe 817“.

(Read Brenda Payton’s on the street commentary about the creation of this painting in the Sunday Insight Section of the SF Chronicle.)



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