Archive for September, 2007

Exhibition Opening for John Mac Kah

Saturday, September 22nd, 2007

Hinterlands & Backwater: a  solo exhibtion of new work, of out of the way places; roadside fields, trout pools, evening light on Cold Mountain and the fact that the landscape is our common ground, not just a site for a private “view” , but visual conversation we can all revere and share. Please join with us to celebrate this unique conversation between artist artist and the land. 

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16 Patton Gallery is located in downtown Asheville, NC on the corner of Lexinton and Patton Avenues.You can safely park after 6pm in the adjacent parking lot, across from the Kress Building, or in the Rankin Street Garage.

Exhibition of New Work

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

October 6th  through October 31st    

Hinterlands & Backwaters

16 Patton Gallery  Downtown Asheville                           

Study for “Cold Mountain, October”

Study for  Cold Mountain, October  9 x 12, oil on panel. 

Completed, fully size work will be 30 x 40 inches

Linville & Trees at Grandfather Mountain

Wednesday, September 12th, 2007

We just returned home from a short trip up Linville Falls way where we stayed at the Parkview Lodge, owned by David and Cindy Peters. John had been there in the early 60’s as a boy and we found it comfortable, clean and way more user friendly than a chain. We only wish more family owned motels were as nice as well as affordable.

John was finishing up on things he started some weeks ago. It was painting marathon, moving from one site to the next. He was working on three and brought them all nearly to completion and will finish up with details in the studio. He was off to the framers today, trying to get work he had left to dry in the studio complete.

 I started a one piece, grateful for shade admist the trees encircling the grounds of the Highland Games.  The grove of oak and maples were scattered with stone ringed campfires, some large, some small. The games, held in July, celebrate the Celtic heritage and though empty except for two painters and a few stollers, there was among those trees a presence of something protected. The site resonated and I could imagine the thrill of seeing hundreds of campfires and hearing the sound of pipes and or a quiet fiddler.  Do trees remember? I hope so.

Old Maples