FCMoCA Invitational

Very excited that my image is on the promos for this show!!!
Please stop by Fort Collins Museum of Contemporary Art for the annual Invitational Art Sale Nov 4th 6–9pm [Ticketed Preview Event] or Nov 5th, 10am–9pm; Nov 6th, 10am–5pm; Nov 12th, 10am–5 pm; Nov 13th, 10am–5pm. For more information: http://www.fcmoca.org/do/holiday.html

new book available

A comprehensive compilation of paintings by Alyson Kinkade with photography by Jafe Parsons.
To order a signed copy today contact me or stop by booth #15 on August 21-22 at Creative Garden during New West Fest in Fort Collins, CO. 50 page signed copy is $55, proceeds go to the Larimer Humane Society.

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newer artist statement

"For years the vast open plains have intrigued me in their simple beauty. I recall hours of watching the landscape span past me in bands of color from the backseat of our Buick station wagon during family cross-country trips. I am still mesmerized by this understated beauty. The landscape around me has shaped my aesthetic.

The horizon has captivated me, first as a visual expanse, secondly as a symbol of the human condition. Each goal we strive for becomes a line in our near or distant future. For me, these horizons are about our transitions, representing our goals and aspirations, the possibilities of what lies ahead, and our intention for the future. As we reach a goal, others may appear. – [I suppose depending upon the ambitiousness of a person, but it is my observation that human nature is to stretch our reach.]

The act of cultivation in agriculture intrigues me, I appreciate the attempt made to tame the enormous and ever-changing entity of land. I'm sure at times a seemingly futile task. But the repetition and difference involved is very exciting and entrancing to me, this meditative rhythmic difference and repetition also emerges in the visual language. A harmonious, subtle tension created by an integration of structure and the unplanned. Horizon is the channeled form; Color creates a dialogue.

I now find myself documenting my cross-country travels by digital camera, I rarely utilize these snapshots in my paintings – usually just to spark my memory of a place or a particular moment. The paintings are therefore not a literal translation of the place, rather a filtering of my experience of the day, shaped and fueled by my internal dialogue.

While the landscapes become outlets/or reflections of my personal relation with the world, the viewer often does not see this translation, at least not initially. The fact that they may read into it their own story makes me want to share such imagery more."

herding cats

I stumbled across a great anecdote on galleries, owning and operating one myself I found this to be quite insightful. And, being an artist myself, I hope everyone knows we give it our all. Just wished to share this with everyone...

"Once I fed the cats of friends on vacation, theirs and whoever else showed up. I tried to tell the others that I couldn’t take on any more with that one can of food, but oh, the anxiety! Before seeing the artadvice articles, I could only imagine two things about gallery operators: (1) They were like me, and the artists trying to get in were like the cats. So they developed special over used lines to try to not hurt our feelings when getting rid of us. (2) They were beings of mystery like ourselves; people who had an ability to sell art as we have abilities to make it. I’ve been in nonprofit places and sold nothing because they were not run by these special people." -Robert Wollard

No one likes turning down an artist, and this economy has made it all the harder. The market will turn around [hopefully we can hang in to see that]. And the right niche is out there so long as you keep creating.

Thanks for the good insight Robert.

Remembering Plains at CSU

Colorado State University has selected nine paintings from my "Remembering Plains" series for placement in their Behavioral Sciences Building.

Expanse

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations." -Anais Nin