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James, My son would agree with you. When he was 19 he drove up to our house with a 1929 Ford Model A, delivery truck frame on a trailer. It’s wheels wouldn’t even turn. His dad said not in my front yard. So he and his friends parked it under a big tree in the friends pasture and rebuilt it. They finished it and painted it red. It even ran once in awhile. More than once I got a phone call to come get them with a tow chain to tow them home now about 25 years and several old cars later he has a 1906 Model N Ford in his Garage. It is adorable. It looks like a horse and buggy without the horse. I even made him a yellow linen duster with one of those funny hats to wear with goggles when he drives it because the windshield is very small. It is his pride and joy. It is all original. When Ford had it’s 100th birthday several years ago his little car was exhibited here for the Ford Executives. Sometime around that birthday he went there with a group of men from Oregon that belong to the old car club. All Ford owners.
So if given a choice between the auto museum and an art museum he wouldn’t even blink and pick the old cars.
The Museum of Art and Design (MAD) recently relocated to a vintage, though renovated building on Columbus Circle in NYC. I happened to be in NY the opening weekend this fall, and thoroughly enjoyed seeing the new space. I highly recommend it.
That remodel was done by a young architect from here, Portland, Oregon. We are proud of him. He actually graduated from Columbia. He actually specializes in Museums.
You should be proud of him! His approach is genius. He faced lots of challenges with the original building, which was poorly designed to start with…but historic, so he had to maintain some of the beloved quirkiness (lollipop pillars come to mind). And obviously he couldn’t compromise the structural elements. He found ways to let in light and air and make the space feel right for MAD. I don’t know what the critics had to say about the finished product…but I give it two thumbs way up.
He first came to my attention when he remodeled an old building for the local ad firm for Nike. It turned out great, creative, beautiful and functional. You can’t ask more than that. It was so great that a local art school moved into the parts of the building the ad firm doesn’t use. They ended up with some spectacular exhibit space.
The critics were pretty hard on him but critics don’t like what they haven’t seen before. We here in Portland have fought hard to hang on to our old buildings and we celebrate those who can figure out how to make them safe [earthquakes] beautiful and functional, to give them a new life.
I plan on seeing it the next time I visit my daughter. I wish I could afford him to rework my 109 yr old tri-plex. I’m up to my ears in my lifetime collection of art. I don’t even have to go to a museum, I just have to look around me. It’s getting a little crowded in here.
Beverly,
“It’s getting a little crowded in here.” Maybe you could “loan” some of your artwork to a museum…and they would post those little signs by each piece…”On Loan From the Linens Collection!” Actually, I wrote that as a sort of joke…but it would be cool, no?
Lee, it is funny you should mention that. My daughter and I are in the midst of year long debate about what is going to happen to it when I’m gone. It is something I should be thinking about since I’m 72 and she and my son are going to have to dispose of my art, my books and my collection of Jazz recordings and all my cooking equipment. Plus a freezer full of gourmet meals and a pantry full of home canned soups, all dated. I told her if they threw the food away I’d come back and haunt them.
Back to the art. I thought that I’d suggest that family members could just come by and pick something they liked, after I was dead. My daughter a classically trained fine artist thinks I should give the whole shootin match to the local museum. I think it will go into some storage room to maybe be shown twenty five years from now to reflect art created from 1960 to 2008 if I don’t buy anything new.
The thought that it would be put away where no one would love it breaks my heart. It isn’t valuable to anyone but me. At least I don’t think so, If it is, I don’t want to know. Time has taught me that you really can’t induce people to love art if they are not so inclinded. My neices and nephews as well as my grandson feel no particular need for art around them and my pieces aren’t necessarily going to trick them into a magical awareness. So if the museum is willing they probably will end up with it in the end. I’ve given my daughter permission to dispose of it how she deems appropriate at the time.
Beverly,
But wouldn’t you enjoy seeing some of your beloved pieces on display while you’re still with us? It might be worth a call to a museum curator to come look at your collection and give you an opinion. Who knows…this could lead to a traveling exhibit like the Courtauld (?)! Do it!
Lee,
I’d never thought about such a thing until recently. My daughter was the one who suggested it. A friend who is an artist/collector/former Art Professor agreed with her.
I do not have a huge amount of money invested here. It is just a reflection of art during my lifetime. I didn’t even think I was collecting art. That was something rich people do, I thought. I grew up like a lot of people thinking original art was in museums. As a young wife and mother living on my father in law’s ranch I discovered some paintings in a storage room. I couldn’t believe someone had shoved them in there, one had been stepped through. I think when his wife, my husbands mother, died, people who helped take of the family had no idea they were originals, or maybe even cared. I salvaged three, one oil and two pastels. They were landscapes done in the early thirties by a classically trained local artist. I put them up on the wall. I lived on that ranch for five years and when it was sold I took them with me.
This was 1960, just months later living in a college town a woman came by the business where I was working to sell art produced by her husband, head of the art department, and herself. I didn’t have enough money to buy the pieces they had framed and offered for sale, but she carried a portfolio with unframed work by both of them. That is how it started. I could buy interesting work for lunch money. I just never stopped.
According to Michael my friend who is an artist. I was lucky because the things in that portfolio weren’t the commercial work but the things they were doing to stretch and learn. Maybe the only time in my life that have only a little bit of money paid off. Most of the work I’ve collected through the years were done by emerging artists.
The thing I’d like to teach or share is you too can have art in your home. But for the accident of circumstance I might be decorating my walls from a furniture store instead of the artists.
Wouldn’t it be great for this work to be shown at eye level in grade schools. Where they could really see and touch it? None of these are precious. They are real work done by real people over a period of almost 50 years.
Wishful thinking? My son has collected old stuff his whole life, old car memorabilia, old military memorabilia and old Oregon artifacts and memorabilia. He now fills display cabinets with historical Oregon memorabilia and loans them to small museums all over the state.
Beverly,
I can’t tell you the number of exhibits I’ve been to over the years that have the same back story as yours. Print off what you wrote here. Contact the most likely museum, or someplace you have contacts. Maybe take a few digital photos to keep with your story. Picture it…there will be a “members preview” party and you’ll be the guest of honor. You might have to say a few words. Make the call. This could be a whole new phase to your life.
Oh, Beverly, I understand! I have a beautiful art collection (designed and built my house around it), and have often thought of the future. My daughter loves art, and I’m sure will give it a great home when the time comes. I just want it to fill the souls of others like it does mine. Art and music *are* my life.
Vivvy,
My daughter produces her own art and also has a collection she started for herself in her twenties, besides she is drawn to different work. I wouldn’t want to burden her with what she grew up around.
Books, Art, Music [jazz] and Gourmet Food are my life so my kids have a bigger burden than you do. My daughter lives in NYC so she won’t have space for mom’s stuff, she’s had to give or store things of her own because of small spaces and my son’s wife can barely tolerate all the old stuff he collects and I can’t really fault her, as a young bride she had old car parts under her bed. I remember telling her before the wedding, love David love his old car parts. Now she tolerates having 1906 Ford taking up one of the spaces in her garage.
See my message to Lee above for a partial solution. I don’t know what to do with my books. I had to trick a nephew and his wife to take the Harvard Classics I grew up with. When she said at least they are pretty I knew they were safe. Oh Heck!
My art work isn’t pretty it is interesting.
Merrill,
It is funny [strange] what people/relatives want when someone dies. When an Aunt and Uncle died and their place was to be sold for development all the nieces swarmed the place to dig up or take starts of all the plants in the yard. Their granddaughter was horrified until I explained that is how we all remember them, their incredible yard and garden. I also took her paring knife which she always had in her hand and his mallet that he had turned on his lath as well as three very old knives he has sharpened until they were barely 1/2 in wide.
I also have an eight foot table w benches, I built for a cedar and glass house we built in 1971. My husband and I had a fight about how much we could or couldn’t spend on a table for my new house. Needless I won by taking $100 and buying the lumber to build what I wanted and he didn’t get a vote for being so stingy.
Twenty years ago I had to remind my sister-in-law that just because I built it doesn’t mean someone had to figure out how to make room for it. We may have a bonfire.
My son has claimed the first sculpture I ever purchased. He was in high school at the time. His wife breathed a sigh of relief because it is only about 12 inches tall. I’m sure my daughter has her eye on at least one piece probably a sculpture since she is a painter and some of my cookbooks, also one of the chairs I bought for the ends of the table. I never learned to build chairs or drawers. At the time I got a little carried away and ended up building end tables, base for a glass coffee table, TV table, bed frame. side tables [no drawers] even an easel and frame, all out of antique pine. It was fun but when I was done, I was done. Necessity or getting your own way is the mother of invention.
Merrell,
That wonderful house is gone, was a down payment on a ranch. But the table and benches are in the dining room. I love wood too. Picture this I put down a huge sheet of heavy sheet of plastic on top of the new carpet and built my table there. My kids were teenagers. Can you just imagine what their friends were thinking. Their friends middle age mother was building a table. Heck they even helped and were thrilled to eat on it when I got it done. When I built it I never dreamt I would still be using it 38 years later.
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