I said in my last non-Van Gogh blog entry that I didn't see much art on my trip to Maine. But on the way back, we spent a day in Cooperstown, NY, as research for another travel article, and I saw this Andy Warhol in the most unlikely place:
It was in the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum, in a gallery devoted to the Art of Baseball. It's a Warhol-isation of some baseball star from the 1970s or 1980s. Perhaps Andy was attracted to the subject for his ball handling skills.
The Fenimore Art Museum in Cooperstown is a small but very fine institution, which has a collection of American folk art (does anyone else agree with me that folk art almost always=crap art?), and a stunning collection of native American arts:
Shown are four masks made by people from the Pacific north-west. I think I'll produce a Meditation on one of these some time soon.
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It was in the National Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum, in a gallery devoted to the Art of Baseball. It's a Warhol-isation of some baseball star from the 1970s or 1980s. Perhaps Andy was attracted to the subject for his ball handling skills.
The Fenimore Art Museum in Cooperstown is a small but very fine institution, which has a collection of American folk art (does anyone else agree with me that folk art almost always=crap art?), and a stunning collection of native American arts:
Shown are four masks made by people from the Pacific north-west. I think I'll produce a Meditation on one of these some time soon.
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