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ArtQuench Gallery Shares News!

Posted in Art, Show Announcement with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 28, 2014 by brentharrisfineart

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ArtQuench Gallery Shares News!

April 28, 2014 by ArtQuench Leave a Comment

ArtQuench Gallery Resident Artist 

Brent Harris Exhibits at

Arc Gallery in San Francisco, CA.

Opening Reception May 3, 2014 7 – 9 pm

This show runs through Sat. June 21, 2014

Nothing but the Whistle and the Steam

Nothing but the Whistle and the Steam

“Like a Tom Waits Song” National Juried Exhibition

Arc Gallery said: “We received many submissions nationally and the juror,” Andrea Schwartz, “had a challenging time narrowing her choices among the many competitive submissions.”

Andrea Schwartz of Andrea Schwartz Gallery in San Francisco, CA, said: “The limit of 28 works of art for the gallery show was not an easy task…”

Step right up! With a handful of glitter and a roaring blast through a dented megaphone, Arc Gallery announces a call for art based on the inherently visual musical world of Mr. Tom Waits.   “Like a Tom Waits Song” will shine a bright dingy yellow spotlight on artwork in all media and all genres, from figurative crooked scarecrows wearing black bowler hats, to narrative environments inhabited by surreal Waitsian characters, to the abstract, the conceptual, the absurd and the down-right bizarre and everything in-between.

Waits has said,  “Songs are really just very interesting things to be doing with the air.”  The atmosphere he has created over the years is a dense tapestry of visual images and narratives that create a palpable mood and feeling about the mysterious places that we call home and the places we are going and what we have seen.

It is often said that an image is worth a thousand words.  But somehow, Tom Waits with his lyrics, utilizing only a few dozen words, conjures up intense images in our imagination that visual artists are hard pressed to match.  On top of his words, he layers familiar and strange sounds and melodies that complete the images that penetrate our minds and hearts.

JUROR: Andrea Schwartz of Andrea Schwartz Gallery in San Francisco, CA
Andrea Schwartz graduated from the San Francisco Art Institute in 1977. Her background as an artist has assisted in her understanding of the perspectives and idiosyncrasies of the art world. For over twenty-five years the Andrea Schwartz Gallery has supported work that is challenging and at the forefront of contemporary practice, representing a select group of mid-career artists from the Bay Area and throughout the country. The range of work includes paintings, works on paper, photography and sculpture.  See:

May 3, 2014 – June 21, 2014

“Like a Tom Waits Song” OPENING RECEPTION
Saturday, May 3rd 7-9PM

Saturday, June 21st, 12 NOON -2PM



Like a Tom Waits Song

Posted in Art, Show Announcement with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 18, 2014 by brentharrisfineart

Please join me
and a select group
of other fine artists


“Like a Tom Waits Song” Arc Gallery, 1246 Folsom Street, San Francisco

Opening Reception ~ Saturday, May 3rd, 7-9 PM

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This show runs through

Saturday, June 21st


I am proud to be included in the gallery show and look forward to seeing you at the opening reception. If you are unable to attend, please don’t miss this show, and check out the other fine artists in the on-line gallery during this same time.

Arc Gallery said: “We received many submissions nationally and the juror,” Andrea Schwartz, “had a challenging time narrowing her choices among the many competitive submissions.” Andrea Schwartz of Andrea Schwartz Gallery in San Francisco, CA, said: “The limit of 28 works of art for the gallery show was not an easy task…”

Nothing but the Whistle and the Steam ~ 18" x 24" ~ Oil

Nothing but the Whistle and the Steam

An Artist’s Journey

Posted in Laughter, Poetry, Thoughts about art with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 17, 2014 by brentharrisfineart
Road Less Travelled

Road Less Travelled

An Artist’s Journey

Fears, Worries, Thoughts, Hopes and Prayers

Oh, if I could somehow dream, imagine, see
A way to choose to overcome my mediocrity
Habits of making do, settling, learned young
Hang ups found in therapy Freud or Carl Jung

Tend well my heart-seed reaching for the sun
Yet, its flower may not bloom before I’m done
I must forget my fear, question what it’s about
What do I gain, lose, if I listen to them shout

Trust my heart to guide, dig deep and be true
No surety of how it will affect me, affect you
My ideas, art, life may molder, to be forgotten
Soon tossed into the dumpster, spoiled, rotten

Perhaps on some earth, distant in space, time
Everyone so amazed, thinks my work sublime
None of this can be my worry, give me pause
My spirit expands when I but try, just because

If I’m a hack, a poseur, I will never ever know
I might simply disappear in nuclear afterglow
Courage, my soul’s heart beats furiously now
Image and words come through me as I allow

I simply cannot worry if I oft feel lost, alone
But relax, let life turn over every single stone
And discover whatever I have always sought
It grows within, whether it’s found or it’s not

Chances are, I may not find, accept my quest
Life’s an adventure, I must bring my very best
Home port may be where I will start and stop
Yet I’m still on board if I only wield the mop

I will make mistakes which will make me cry
I will also witness all the glory, fire in the sky
Spend all my life asking questions, what, how
Acknowledge the inevitable, gracefully bow

What the Future Thinks

Posted in Poetry, Thoughts about art with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2014 by brentharrisfineart
About Face

About Face

If I wanted to talk to you about art
Where do you think I should I start
Cave paintings, beads, metal jewelry
Art inspired by the hunt or life at sea

Where do I think I draw my influences
Could I explain, give cogent defenses
Da Vinci, the Renaissance top my list
That’s what I like, I’d say, if you insist

Just recently, I learned that I could draw
You would concur, if my tries you saw
Yet, somehow, my life led to here, now
Sometimes, I still have to wonder how

We urge our destiny to come and soon
Still, we fear we’ll never to hear its tune
To ignore it when it comes, a true crime
It’s never too early, late, always on time

It only matters if you are ready to dance
No fear, always worth taking the chance
Clichéd but true, not the goal, the journey
At end, we’re all wheeled out on a gurney

What’s my motivation; it’s that I’m alive
My passion to create; while I can, I’ll strive
Sure I hope to sell; I hope to do quite well
As for what the future thinks, time will tell

Money Matters

Posted in Laughter, Poetry, Thoughts about art with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2014 by brentharrisfineart


I have played my part
I’ve made some fine art
One sale would be a start
Here’s my shopping cart

You have got the dosh
Your place looks posh
It takes money to nosh
I’d be grateful, by gosh

My art to grace your home
Requires such a little sum
I’d pay my rent, not roam
The end of my brief poem

Thoughts About Winning

Posted in Thoughts about art with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 23, 2013 by brentharrisfineart
A grass green frame with square Iris insets at the corners surrounds a garden of Irises which sit before Penobscot Bay. Can you find the ladybug?

Irises with Ladybug

Everyone I know likes to win, games, contests, lotteries or almost anything. Winning makes us believe the universe or the (G)god or gods we believe in have noticed us. More, not only have they noticed us, they approve. I’ve never quite grasped the concept that some supreme being, responsible for the entire universe, spared much thought for me, but there you have it.

For me, winning money or prizes is great for the surprise factor alone. Day to day existence may seem, at times, repetitive and unchanging. Surprise helps us stay focused. However, winning because of something I’ve thought, done or created makes me feel proud and happy. As an artist and writer, it makes me feel validated. And this may be something as simple as someone following your blog.

But what does this mean in a world of media proliferation and instant access? Initially, it is all of the above, joy, surprise, validation, a good feeling. As an artist or other creative individual, it provides credibility. Early days for me, since I started painting and other art later in life, it provided credibility. When and if I have my art accepted into juried shows, in a physical or online gallery, it says to me that I do have some business pursuing art.

Long ago, artists needed a rich patron, a king, doge, or pope perhaps. As long as he, or very occasionally she, kept this benefactor happy, they had a place to live, a studio, models, food, wine and access to other important people and the consequent dalliances and intrigues. If they fell out of favor, they needed to load their equipment, supplies and other worldly goods and make haste elsewhere, sometimes in the dead of night.

Over time, as more people, prospered and made money and gained status, such as the Dutch at the time their traders owned the seaways. The middle class aspired to what had previously been only the privilege of the rich, art. The influx of money and the early Renaissance conspired to create a multitude of fine artists. Anyone who aspired to be respected and envied and emulated could not fail to have art in their home.

Wars, art theft, art destruction and hoarding forced collectors to rethink their view of art. Rich and powerful people became more civic minded. They became philanthropists. Whether this was a result or attempt to ignore how they had acquired their fortunes, to gain legitimacy, is not germane here. Some of these endowed museums and other public venues too provide art and culture to a wider audience.

This is all well and good, but where does that leave the vast majority of the artists alive today. There are living artists who have gained recognition and sales to the point that their product supports their pursuit. Often being dead will drive up the price of an artist’s work, but it hardly benefits the artist. Even many artists we now consider masters starved or depended on friends and family to keep body and soul together.

So, what does this all have to do with winning? For me, a two-pronged jolt brought me to consider this question. Combined with my mood, it seemed like a good topic to explore. I felt invisible, which I wrote about previously in Invisible Avatar (link), would be the short answer. However, I had on the ArtQuench summer contest and my blog, The Pen’s Might had been nominated for the ShineOn award by a blogger I follow, Taylor Eaton of Little Write Lies. (I’m still unclear in this case whether being nominated is the same as winning, but close enough). It would be one thing if I sought I would be the next great whoever or whatever. I simply wanted to be noticed. And I obviously have been noticed, some, so what’s my problem?

My logic runs like this. If you don’t keep getting noticed, you don’t get mentioned. If you don’t get mentioned, you can’t create a buzz. If you can’t create a buzz, your chance of selling artwork online is extremely limited. Therefore, you feel invisible and feel you will continue to feel invisible. Apparent, at least to me, is that what notice I’ve received has not created any comment, because I haven’t sold any art online. While selling is not mandatory, it’s a great deal better than a sharp poke in the eye. So I continue putting your creative nose to the proverbial grindstone.

Still, on our good days, we believe our art, writing, music or whatever creative endeavor, is good, important, original and worthy. On our bad days, we’re positive we’re hacks, poseurs, mountebanks and frauds whose creative output while be piled on the smelly garbage heap of history. We will continue to create. We have no choice, no matter how painful having our creative nose to the grindstone feels. Hopefully others will see the blood, sweat, tears and pain we invest in your art, our life, and it will transform them into fans, into customers.

If you truly have no talent (less likely) or continue to be unrecognized and unsuccessful, eventually, you will grind your creative proboscis away on the world’s obdurate grindstone. Once this happens, you can go blithely on your way, since you will no longer be able to smell the stink. And believe me, for those driven to create, this is a victory no matter how small. Still in all, to paraphrase something I heard about having money: I’ve won and I’ve lost. Winning’s better.

Previously posted on The Pen’s Might.