Round Things

(Above) Plains Indian Drum, via here.



(Above) Round rock, man in the moon. Collection of John Foster.


(Above) Painted Vinyl Record. Via Yimmyayo.




(Above) NW Coast, Hocker Design; Via Bibliodyssey.



(Above) Abstract round table cover; Swen velvets and corduroy. Mid-20th century, 47”. Via Oddfellows Antiques



(Above) Circa 1880 peddlers cart wheel, with remains of red paint on spokes. Via Lost Found Art.


HERE’S AN ASSORTMENT OF ROUND THINGS, curious and odd.

Saving Lanning Garden

(Above) The main sign for the Lanning Garden.

(Above) Bidders at the auction.

(Above) left to right: Kelly Ludwig, John Foster and Wade Thompson from Missouri State. Click image for larger view.

(Above) Bidders listen to the auctioneer start the bidding.

(Above) Sadly, as happens to many estates where there is no will, everything—down to the spoons and forks, were auctioned off to the highest bidder.

(Above) This concrete church was a key item between bidders. MSU won.

(Above) A unicorn stands watch next to the checkout. This horned fellow was saved.

(Above) Strange Bird, saved for a new sculpture garden at MSU.

(Above) The Angel Gabriel, saved by MSU.

(Above) Two headed dragon, saved!!

(Above) Lady Godiva, saved.

(Above) Children , saved.
(Above) Ballerina, saved.

RALPH AND GRETCHEN LANNING were not just my friends, they were friends to anyone who happened to stop and visit their concrete garden. Ralph was a soldier in WWII, and received 5 Bronze Stars for his service in major battles, including the Battle of the Bulge.

S0metime in the 1970s, Ralph began building concrete sculptures and placing them in and around his 7+ acres of land. Right in front was the concrete heart, announcing you had arrived at Lanning Garden. The Garden was really a love story, a testament to his undying love for his wife Gretchen. Gretchen was a sweetheart—his sweetheart—and they were quite the pair. She was a textile artist, he was a sculptor. Neither were trained whatsoever—Ralph’s knowledge came from practical experience building dams and other public works projects for the CCC during the Great Depression, and so much other everyday experience there was nothing Ralph could not do if he set his mind to it. And in his Garden, he created two headed dragons, mythical creatures, houses, and angels. And it was the angels who came into play after his death.

Gretchen died of cancer a two years ago, and Ralph never quite recovered from it. It took him a year to finally give up and he died in his sleep this past December 19, 2009. I received a call from his court appointed attorney the next day.

Ralph didn’t leave a will. For months prior, I literally begged him to do so. More than anything, Ralph was obsessed with keeping his artwork together, keeping what he called “a museum” for the public to see and visit. He just didn’t plan on dying. He wanted to see it.

But, it didn’t happen. After Ralph died, his estate went into probate, and everything in his life was sold to the highest bidder. That meant the house, the land, the sculptures. Thankfully, the angels I spoke of came into play after his death. The Kohler Foundation of Kohler, Wisconsin stepped up to save as many pieces as possible.

And the beautiful part of all this is that Missouri State University agreed to have the work reinstalled on their campus—a place for the public and their students to continue to enjoy the work for the years to come, carefully reinstalled in a new sculpture garden in honor of Ralph and Gretchen Lanning. All in all, almost 30 major sculptures were saved by the Kohler Foundation and Missouri State University from being scattered to the high winds.

Thanks go to both entities for having the foresight and courage to do the right thing. Ralph and Gretchen are looking down... and smiling. I like that. Though Ralph’s dream of keeping everything intact and there, on his own property was not to be, this is a darn good second best. Stay tuned for more news, as this incredible story continues to play out.

Accidental Mysteries to Open at Wake Forest

(Above) Peabody Essex Museum; Salem, Mass. 2007 - 2008

(Above) South Shore Arts; Munster, Indiana 2008

(Above) Anonymous photo, collection of Accidental Mysteries.

(Above) Anonymous photo, collection of Accidental Mysteries.

(Above) The Art Museum of the University of Memphis; Memphis, TN 2006

(Above) Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art; Chicago, IL 2006

(Above) The Sheldon Art Galleries; Saint Louis, Missouri 2006

(Above) The DeVos Art Museum, Northern Michigan University; Marquette, MI 2008


WAKE FOREST UNIVERSITY, IN MY HOMETOWN OF WINSTON-SALEM, N.C. will be the 7th venue to host the traveling exhibition “Accidental Mysteries: Extraordinary Vernacular Photographs.” The exhibition opens at the Charlotte and Phillip Hanes Art Gallery on October 22 and runs through December 9, 2009.

I will be giving a talk on Thursday, October 29 at 3 pm in Room 9 of the Art Center. Learn more here. The university press release is also available.

The opening reception is Friday, October 30, from 5 pm to 7 pm. If you have never visited the Accidental Mysteries website, you can visit by simply clicking here.

If any AM blog readers are in the area, I would love to meet you.

If your museum or university art gallery would like to know how this exhibition can come to you, please e-mail me at: fosterdesign (at) charter.net.

Results of dART St. Louis

ON APRIL 30, 2009, ONE HUNDRED ST. LOUISIANS stepped up to the line at Ferguson & Katzman Photography and threw their dart at a giant map of St. Louis City. They then had a month to visit the block where their dart landed and make a photograph. The results were fabulous! Here’s a few images from all the entries.



(Above) Lauren Gosling - Park Avenue & Broadway
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(Above) Matthew Smith - North Spring Street & Lindell Boulevard
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(Above) Tom Townsend - 21st Street and St. Louis Avenue
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(Above) Demond Meek - 13th Street & Sullivan Avenue
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(Above) Dave Vehige - Vandeventer Avenue & Forest Park Parkway
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(Above) Steve Wienke - Hadley Street & Warren Street
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(Above) Scott Ferguson - Gravois Park
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(Above) Emily Beckett - Oakland Avenue & Newstead Avenue
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(Above) Geoff Story - 39th Street & Folsom
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(Above) Mike Smith - O’Fallon & 2nd Street
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(Above) Mark Katzman - North Garrison & Franklin
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(Above) Karin Soukup - Elliot & Cole
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(Above) Jay Baker - Russell Blvd. & Broadway
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(Above) Curt von Diest - Kennerly Avenue & North Taylor
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You can see all of them on FK’s blog. I was very impressed with the quality and diversity of images presented.

The Electric Pencil: Part II

[ This is Part 2. If you are just starting here to read the story of The Electric Pencil, scroll down and start at Part 1 first. However, if you read books back to front, please ignore this message. ]

I FOUND MYSELF AT A LOCAL RESTAURANT IN TOWN, was given a table and took a seat. I called two people—a close friend and trusted NY art dealer; and another friend that I like to bounce ideas off of. Before I called my wife, I needed some reassurances, I had to have my act together... I wanted someone to just say: "DO IT! YOU’LL NEVER REGRET IT.” The first person I called was my friend, who said I should do it. Wow! Okay, that’s good, I thought. Then I called my NY art dealer friend who cautiously said: “I haven't seen these drawings John, so this is a tough call. Be careful, things do not always work out like one hopes. You could be paying too much to ever recoup what you paid.”  Oh great. But the last thing he said was: “On the other hand John, you know as much as I do. If you trust your own eye, if you believe in what you see—then do it.”

I called my wife, told her that I was in a position to own a great collection of drawings but that to get them was going to cost us a bit more than we had in our checking account. Her reaction? “If you think this is a good deal John, then do it.”

“Whaaaaat?” I thought? This is too easy. Why didn’t she just say: “Hell-l NO-O!! Are YOU nuts?” The fact that she didn’t say that was just another reason I married this woman 26 years ago. 

OK, I'm in! My mind was made up.

I am sure the cheeseburger and fries that I ordered were very good, but at this point they had no taste. I was chewing cardboard, simply going through the motions. I finished and headed out of there.

Before I left for the dinner from hell, I had divided the drawings into three piles, an “A” pile of what I considered to be the best drawings; a “B” pile of good ones, and a “C” pile of what I considered average. This was not an uncommon thing to do when it comes to a large body of work. All artists have their great days and good days. The task was not easy. The “A’s” and “B’s” were very close together in terms of content and quality. In a way, I considered those 2 piles as one. Fortunately, the “C” pile was thin.

After another final look at the drawings, I said “I’ll take them.” It felt good.

We worked out the financial details, and I was to pick up the drawings two days later. I was to arrive with the check, and he would give me the work. It was to be a simple exchange. I counted them one last time, twice, no three times—before I left. He was nice enough to agree to meet me half-way this time, a nice gesture. I headed home. It was 2:30 in the morning when I pulled into the driveway. The house was obviously quiet, everyone was asleep. I crawled into bed. I felt sort of like I was sneaking into the house after a crime. OMG. I have to be at work in 5 hours. Out.

TO BE CONTINUED: 

Just kidding! I had to say that. As agreed, we met two days later in a crowded Cracker Barrel restaurant half way between our respective homes. Both of us were on time. He came over and sat in my car, and I handed him a check. He handed me the portfolio. I joked out loud that this “looked like a drug deal,” and thought to say “let me count these first,” but I didn’t. We had come too far not to trust each other.

I LOVED THEM. I looked at them every day. I studied them. They were rare, beautiful, and special. That they had survived at all was a story in itself. But... two months later I came to the conclusion that I had no business tying up a good chunk of our money in a portfolio of drawings. I acquire art to hang on my walls. I wanted to enjoy them, but there were too many and they belonged together. So, on a whim, and to test the waters, I placed a call to the only name I had that was a “runner-up” for the drawings, a name I had been given by the original seller. 

“Yes. He was still very interested.” I can release the name of the buyer now since the story of The Electric Pencil has gone public and the new owner allowed himself to be identified. If this hadn’t happened, no way would I have used a name. If you look at the January/February 2008 issue, Volume 12, Issue 3 of Art on Paper, in a story called “Phantasmagoria Americana: Introducing the Art of The Electric Pencil,” art critic Lyle Rexer called the discovery on par with the “recent discovery of the cache of drawings by Martin Rameriz or the discovery over ten years ago of work by James Castle.” Wow! 

The new owner is New York artist Harris Diamant. Only time will tell where The Electric Pencil will end up in art history. I can say that Harris Diamant loved them enough for me to name my price, which I did and I wish him well. Mr. Diamant is not only an exceptional artist, but a gentleman and known for his great, discerning eye. Check out his work.

For me, I was happy to have just been a part of it all. Absolutely no regrets. I was lucky. It was just another adventure.

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The Electric Pencil, Part I

HERE’S A STORY I HAVE TOLD TO ONLY A HANDFUL OF PEOPLE. It’s a good one, I have to say. One day, a couple of years ago, I came home from lunch and decided to check eBay (a bad habit) and spotted 3 very unusual portraits on paper said to be from the State Lunatic Asylum, Nevada, Missouri, and done around 1895 - 1900. I thought the three pieces I looked at were pretty astounding. I put a relatively high bid on the items and sent the owner an email to find out if he had more. Within 20 minutes, the man called me. 

He explained that he had already pulled the three drawings from eBay, and had paid the fee to withdraw them from the auction. And yes, he had more. A lot more. Two-hundred and eighty some more, bound together in a hand-made book of rawhide and paper board of some kind. Ooo-kay, I am starting to get really interested now. Then he mentions that the reason he pulled the items from eBay was that he was getting calls from NYC and elsewhere, all desperate to see them, so “he figured they were worth quite a bit more.” He went on to say that one NY art dealer offered to buy the entire portfolio “sight unseen.” A price was given to me over the phone (for all of them), ending with a firm “and NOT A PENNY less!” My initial thought was “this is crazy.” Nevertheless, I told him that I could get in my car and be there in 5 hours if he would hold them for me. He agreed. I called in sick to the office as I was wheeling my car onto the interstate. It was a migraine, I think. In fact, my head was pounding from the stress. But my headache was mild, compared to what was to come.

Five hours later, it was dark, about 6 pm. I found the man’s house, walked to the door. He was very cordial. As I looked around, I saw that it was a simply furnished apartment, with lot’s of books, knick-knacks and “stuff.” This guy went to a lot of flea markets, I assumed. After a few pleasantries, we got right to to it. He showed me the portfolio, and started to go through each drawing with me, one at a time. I was in no mood to follow his pace. After looking at 4 or 5 drawings with him, I politely asked if I might go through them on my own. Thank goodness he agreed. I was so relieved to be on my own pace, alone with my thoughts. He retired to his computer, in another room.

Overall, the drawings were pretty incredible—some better than others, as one could expect from a large collection like this. Indeed, they were all on what appeared to be “day paper” or ledger sheets from the now defunct state mental asylum in Nevada, MO. Some of the lightly ruled paper actually had “STATE LUNATIC ASYLUM” printed on the top. 

Here I was, looking at an intact portfolio of an anonymous artist’s work from over a century ago. Was the artist a patient? Was the artist a man—or woman? Was the artist a friend of someone at the asylum— or perhaps even an employee? There was no way to tell. My host explained that he bought the set of drawings from a man who had them sitting on a shelf for the last 30-40 years, and that he had gotten them from a 14-year old boy who found them “in a trash pile” in Springfield, MO in 1970.

IT WAS THE BIG EYES that got me. The fine detail. The mixture of fantasy, documentation, narrative, history— all of it! All the right bells were going off. The present owner had given the artist a name: “The Electric Pencil,” based on one drawing labeled with a misspelled set of words “Etclectric Pencil.” Personally, I was never (and am still not) convinced this was the true name of the artist, but whatever. Electricity was new, in its infancy, and this artist had something special. 

Suddenly I realized I had a huge decision to make. I was exhausted from the drive, visually spent, mentally and physically excited but beaten down nonetheless. I was hungry and needed to get out of there—take a break, get a drink.

[ TO BE CONTINUED... ]   Check back tomorrow for 5 more drawings and the conclusion to the story.