Saturday, January 14, 2012
RANDOM NU NEW HOARD
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the patton table that was in the corner of the cottage fancy area. the lamp used to be in the livingroom. sigh. i love that lamp
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RANDOM 341 OBJECT
Vintage MID-CENTURY Modern Italian POTTERY Pitcher w Spider-Leg HORSES, Signed-$36
I love it when a piece of pottery knows its job and is eager to do it. This little pitcher is leaning forward as if it’s ready to start pouring whatever is inside.
All the white wiggles and dots are raised as if applied with a cake icing bag.
It is signed and apparently numbered as well, but I don’t know the initials: A.D. or R. D.
You’ll note a couple kiln flaws on or near the bottom. They aren’t damage. It was born thatta way.
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Old OIL PAINTING on Wood Panel, HILLSIDE Country HOME & FARM - Signed R. HAWLEY-$224
The porch roof sags a bit, and some of fence pickets lean this way and that, but I’m betting the artist, “R. Hawley,” was proud to call it home; so proud that he, or maybe she, took easel, paints and a pine board across the blacktop road and proceeded to capture one single moment in time on a day when all was right with the world.
A more straightforward approach to landscape painting cannot be found. The artist, very likely an enthusiastic but talented amateur, approaches his subject head-on concentrating on shape and color. Like the raw talent he or she possessed, life in the country can be lived with no shades of gray nor the complexities of nuance. This is in fact the very reason I love this genre; simple but interesting with structural materials often reflected in the direction of the brush stroke.
Unless a relative recognizes the work here on eBay, we’ll likely never know much about R. Hawley. His Daddy knew him, and so did his friends, neighbors and offspring. My guess was that he was also well known by his preacher as well as the local grocer and hardware store owner among many others. Today we’re becoming more isolated, self-absorbed and most assuredly less straightforward. The times they are a’changin’.
A shingled house – outbuildings sided with vertical boards once painted barn red – worn white milk paint on the picket fence; all these things are defined by the strokes of a brush.
Please be careful. This type painting can become very addictive. I should know: “My name is Dennis, and I’m an addict.”
My best guess as to age is 1940s or early 1950s.
The painting is a little dirty but not so dirty you couldn’t hang it just the way it is. However, a little mild soap and water wouldn’t hurt. Just don’t scrub. “Don’t use The Force, Luke.”
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RANDOM 341 OBJECT
17th/18th Century ILLUMINATED MANUSCRIPT Persian POETIC Calligraphy w PAINTING-$115
In the city of Zabol, which was in Persia at the time this poetic work with its folk art illustration was created, the debate still lingers on as to the whether the primary character was real or fictional. Tradition, vengeance, tribal and family ties are long lived in that part of the world, so I wouldn’t go over there and kick up any dust about the existence or nonexistence of the guy stabbing the devilish-looking figure.
Zabol still exists today, but it is now incorporated into Sistan Va Baluchestan Provence of Iran, in the central mountains not much more than a stone’s throw from a dot on the map where Iran, Pakistan and Afghanistan join.
Overall, including the gilt frame = 5 ½” by 10” Work on Paper = 5 1/8” by approximately 9 ½”
I believe the man carrying a load along a seldom traveled path is an innocent but curious bystander rather than an accomplice in the goings on behind the big rock. But he can’t help but notice our hero’s horse.
I’ll show you close-ups of the painting out of the frame, but you can see that it has some pressed wrinkles. These, of course, can be “ironed out” by a professional if they bother you, which they won’t.
Now before you go thinking I’m some sort of Persian scholar, I have to tell you what happened and how I came to know what little I’ve told you about the setting and the story.
Quite by accident and quite some time ago I just happened to meet the Vice Chancellor of a major university over in Indiana. We got to talking, and I found out he was from that part of the world. I went to my truck and dug out this painting and showed it to him. Now just exactly what are the odds of this? Zabol was the city of his birth.
The actual poem or story is on the reverse, and it is written in an ancient style that even the Vice Chancellor couldn’t read. He did, however, tell me the background story. I made some notes later, but I made them on a bar napkin, and as you can guess, the ink bled – as such bar notes are prone to do. So really all I was able to salvage were fuzzy memories of our conversation along with a word or two of scrawl.
I don’t even know whether the stabbing of the guy with the horns is a good deed or the "scene of a crime," but I do know the nobleman is standing on the devilman’s foot as he stabs him in the chest. (Let’s assume this is not a love poem.) Note the dog in the foreground.
If you have visited with me often here on 341, you know I’m not the kind of guy who throws statements into his listings just for the sake of controversy or to make the item seem more valuable and intriguing that it actually is, but . . .
. . . But if you’ll look closely at the bottom left of the image above, you’ll see what is apparently a flying saucer – a tiny little UFO. I guess it could be something else, but I’m sticking with the UFO story.
Now wait just a cotton pickin’ minute: Is that a dead pig strapped to the bystander’s back? That’s certainly unlikely – but no more or less plausible than the little UFO.
The piece is loose in the frame, just as I found it in the home of a very wealthy family whose ancestors had traveled extensively way back when. I’ll leave it that way so you can examine it closely before putting a few little nails in place. You’re going to love it.
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across the street from sat's sale.
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RANDOM OCT UP NORT TRIP
grandma's gorman. the sconce was next to it in the diningroom. above a seprantine dresser/high chest.
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SATURN'S DAY SUGER-SIFTER BLOGGING
Friday, January 13, 2012