Saturday, February 02, 2013
ESTATE SALE HAUL
well, a new place has been found. my mom has adopted an elderly woman to spend time w/. its an auntie thing i think. but there was a listing for an estate sale, in the elder apartment wing. OOOH, 1 of my favorite sales was like that. well, the 1st floor 1 was obviously scandanavian + firedfighter in the family. FOLEY FORK. i was paid up when i turned around + saw the big box of trivet/tiles. somebody said bird. meh, but i spotted the bergren tile, + then the israeli 1/2 majolica times. awesome! but sad. but aren't all estate sales because of death?
SUPURB NATIVE AMERICAN woven WOOL JACKET VI VI Santa Fe- $56
An outstanding vintage coat/jacket like this one doesn’t come along too often—even among the gazillion items available on eBay. And since it’s one of a kind, we can safely say another identical to it will never come along. The exceptional jacket easily could (should) become a family heirloom.
SATURDAY INQUISITION BLOGGING
spaniards in mexico flaying indians w/ whips + pouring molten lead on others that refused to work in silver mines
Friday, February 01, 2013
antique HUDSON RIVER SCHOOL OIL PAINTING 19th c COWS- $361
I cradled it home, and with a soft brush, swept away the cobwebs and most of the dust. That done - I took it outside in the sun for a good close look. Miraculously, I found no punctures, rips, scars or any other type damage save some small surface losses where the canvas touched the frame for a couple generations.
I realize no rules were written down for the artists of America’s first “school,” the Hudson River School, but had there been I believe Rule No. 1 would have been something like this.
First: Locate a tall, graceful tree that towers over and slants toward the scene you wish to create.
When at an exhibit of American landscapes and notice one without the tree, I always wonder; “. . . maybe the artist didn’t do ‘good tree’ . . .”
Ah, yes . . . this is where I want to mention something important about the back. I never have time to do things I wish I could. One would have been to do what I did in the corner seen above. I dampened the old crispy brown paper – let it rest a few minutes – then, as I suspected, I was able to gently rub the paper away with my thumb, exposing the wood of both the frame and the stretcher, harming neither. I’d bet a nickel that if you completed the removal of all the backing paper you’d find a name. It may not be an artist’s signature, but it may be a previous owner. Or you may find a note such as one I found a couple years ago: “See that this painting gets to Sally Emerson.” That’s all it said – no date, no reason – no nothin’.