Monday, November 10, 2014

Elsa Kells Skinner


Birth place: Syracuse, NY.

Addresses: Albuquerque, NM

Profession: Painter, illustrator

Studied: Syracuse Univ. (B.F.A.); Univ. New Mexico with Randall Davey & Kenneth Adams; Rex Brant; Milford Zornes; Robert E. Wood Jr.; Bud Biggs; George Post.

Exhibited: Nat. Assn. Am. Penwomen Nat., Smithsonian Inst., Wash., DC, 1960; Mus. New Mexico Biennial, Santa Fe, 1963; Southwestern Regional, Oklahoma City, 1964; Reno (NV) Regional, 1965; El Paso (TX) Sun Carnival Nat., 1967; Wagon Trails Gal., Albuquerque, NM, 1970s. Awards: "The Humming-bird," first prize watercolor, 1962 & "Gold and Brown," first prize mixed & "The Creatures," first prize acrylic 1967, New Mexico State Fair; "Old Mine at Golden," first purchase award, City of Albuquerque, 1968.

Member: Southwestern WCS (mem. chmn., New Mexico Chapt., 1971-72).

Work: Old Mine at Golden, Albuquerque (NM) City Hall; Seminole Child, Bernalilo Co. Health Bldg, Albuquerque; Out Cerrillos Way, New Mexico Bank & Trust Co., Hobbs. Commissions: oil portrait of Onate, New Mexico Hist. Soc., New Mexico State Univ., Las Cruces.

Comments: Preferred media: watercolors. Positions: painter & designer, Charles Hall, NYC, 1932-33; free lance bookjacket designer, Thomas Nelson & Sons, 1934-35; designer, Decorative Utilities Corp, Newark, NJ, 1934-40; free lance illustrator & designer, Berland Printing Co., New York, 1935-39.

http://www.artprice.com/artist/194123/elsa-kells-skinner/biography

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Parfleche bag by artist Robert Blanchet




A parfleche is a Plains Indian rawhide bag, "typically used for holding dried meats and pemmican" (Wikipedia).

The word originated with French fur traders and derives from the French "parer" meaning "parry" or "defend", and "fl├Ęche" meaning "arrow". (First known use of the word, 1827). The hide was tough enough to be used as a shield, thus the term.

Again, according to Wikipedia, "the original bags had graphics that were actually maps, general geographical depictions of the surrounding land." The artist told me that the paint designs of this bag are influenced by historic Crow Indian work.




Saturday, October 18, 2014

Albuquerque (Nob Hill) Yard Sale, Friday and Saturday, October 17-18, 2014





We've done it again! Better than ever before: VINTAGE ART, including Mexican, New Mexican, Early Americana, Navajo and Pueblo jewelry, Pueblo pottery, weavings, quilts, paintings, hand thrown stoneware pottery, handmade wooden bowls, 19th century Spanish Colonial table, mid-century patio set, old boots and cowboy hats, and MORE! Something for all seekers of old treasure. Parking on Amherst or in alley between Amherst & Carlisle. Garage entrance and sale is on Coal Ave. Friday and Saturday, October 17-18, 8 a.m. until 1-ish.






















    Wednesday, October 15, 2014

    North Carolina Pottery by Burlon Craig


    Burlon Craig (1914-2002)
    3-gallon churn/jar, 1940s-50s

    Thank you, Jeff Savage, for identifying this piece. (Reference post for October 11, 2014)

    Tuesday, October 14, 2014

    A tale of old quilts


    To attempt singling out any one thing that especially beckons me when it comes to collecting the relics of our shared American past would be pointless. My eyes and my heart are wide roaming. Stored in boxes in my barn house in Texas are countless quilts that I have--in my mind, rescued!--from yard sales around east Texas. As I saw it they were headed for the dog bed or rag bin, or worst of all, the burn pile. I even bought a few Texas quilts at a yard sale here in Albuquerque three years ago--from the Rethke-Behringer-Shelton families of Lee and Hill Counties Texas.

    Rethke-Behringer-Shelton families 


    My Texas German grandmother (1897-1983) wouldn't have given a second thought to so disposing of an old, well-worn and well-loved quilt. In fact, I never saw a quilt that came from that German farming, land-owning family that settled in northwest Harris County in 1866, an area that for sometime now that has been part of the sprawling city of Houston. Having been a collector for 45 years, I remember as clearly as if it had been yesterday, my grandmother sitting in a rocker and me asking her, "Grandma, why don't we have anything?" Where were all the old things that would have come from our family? "I don't know," she replied, "I guess we gave it all to the 'niggers'." That was in fact the habit of those who had things. They gave them to the domestic workers. She didn't mean anything ugly or harmful by her term. It was simply the word she had heard and used all of her 80 some odd years.

    Recently, I came across an old quilt at a yard sale in our neighborhood in Albuquerque. Sunbonnet Sue is the name of the pattern. The quilt was dingy and had the smell of old cloth that hasn't been washed for a long time. It's the common smell of years of human habitation that greet the senses when you walk into a house that has been denied fresh air for years. I walked away from the quilt at $15. "Let me know if you want to make an offer," a slender, silver-haired woman standing nearby said. Just about to head back to the truck, I said to my friend Tom, "I'm going to talk to her about that quilt."

    It turns out the quilt was made by her grandmother in Oklahoma. Grandmother had made a quilt for each of her grandchildren, incorporating into each quilt something significant to the particular child. In this case, on the sunbonnet in the center is embroidered the recipient's name, "Nan". According to Nan, the fabrics on the quilt came from her old dresses. So you ask why, why would someone sell a quilt made by her grandmother? I don't question that, but I knew that I had to rescue it, and I thank Nan for trusting it to my hands.



    I lost no time in finding out how to clean the quilt. Soaking it in Dreft--recommended for baby clothes, and on one website, for washing old quilts--appeared to be the solution. I drew a bathtub full of warm water and stirred in the powered Dreft, hopeful of my efforts. As the quilt soaked, the water turned a grayish-brown, and the final results brought a big smile to my face.

    I won't bother Nan with the results, although I know the location of the yard sale where I bought Sunbonnet Sue. That would be an invasion of Nan's privacy. But if she somehow comes across this story, I want her to know that Sunbonnet Sue is in good hands. I have taken part in her stewardship. Maybe someone will come along who wants Nan's quilt for her own child or grandchild.


    Saturday, October 11, 2014

    Ahh, the joy of the hunt...


    I'm on the email distribution list of a number of estate sale companies here in Albuquerque, and this week I received an announcement of a sale that included what I perceived to be a large piece of historic North Carolina ash-glazed utilitarian pottery. Eager to have a chance at this jar/churn, I showed up an hour before the start time. Two other people were already in line. However, I knew that neither of them would be interested in an old piece of stoneware. My good fortune.


    I was able to lay my hands on the piece almost as quickly as they opened the door for people to flood into the sale. It took perhaps a minute for me to spy the stoneware jar. I picked it up, winced at the price, and then noticed that someone had done some homework on North Carolina stoneware, having printed out several pages of information from the Internet on pottery from the Catawba Valley region of NC. As is often the case with pottery, this piece is unmarked, except for a double-stamped 3. Capacity stamps--the style of the number and the double stamping--can be clues to a maker.


    I've done my own homework, having written to a young contemporary potter in NC who thinks the piece likely was made by someone from the line of Reinhardt potters--his family--who started working in the third quarter of the 19th century.  My reading of information from a couple of other sites has uncovered several examples of "historic" Reinhardt pieces. I see great similarity between the form of this jar--including the very distinctive mouth and the lug handles occurring on either side of the shoulder, along with the glaze, which consists of crushed iron ore and glass, giving it a dark, hard, glassy sheen.


    Sometime soon I will know, with little room for doubt, who produced this beautiful example of pottery from one of the most prolific pottery-making traditions in the United States.

    Ahh, the joy of the hunt.