The Passion of Collecting Academic Nudes

Join me as we explore my collection of Academic Nudes from the 18th, 19th, and Early 20th Centuries and serendipitous finds in the Museum, Art Auction, and Gallery world......examples from the Golden Age of the European Academie

Friday, September 28, 2012

Dahesh Museum of Art: Salon Thursdays - Fall 2012

I have to apologize for the lack of posts lately. I have been dealing with some losses and personal health problems. For the past week I have had an inflammation attack in the joints of both hands and it has been painful just to lift a glass of water much less type at the computer. With the help of some strong anti-inflammatory medication I have gained some use of my hands. I was sitting at the breakfast table this morning when I noticed a postcard in a stack of mail. I am a great fan of the Dahesh Museum ( They have preserved a great many 19th century academic works and are proponents of the modern day revival of 19th century methods of teaching drawing. I scanned the postcard for those of you who are near New York City and have the time to drop by to see these scheduled events. There aren't many things in that great city that are free so these events are well worth the visit. I would love to attend that December 6th event: "Making their Mark: Drawings by Academic Artists in the Nineteenth Century."

Monday, September 24, 2012

Farewell to a good Friend - Scooter 1998-2012


I held a dying friend in my arms on Friday and said good-bye. He was the kind of friend who didn't laugh at me when I went around all day with my stupid shirt on inside out. He didn't make snide comments when my socks were two different colors. He just had a big smile for me. He didn't mind when my clothes were mismatched and quite frankly he wouldn't have gone out the door looking like me. He just smiled. He was a big lump of sugar, a big lump of unconditional love for someone who has missed that mark on many an ocassion. When breakfast was not quite up to his specifications, he would pickup his empty bowl and toss it at me. Okay, I get the message. He was a good, strong Welshman, a dear friend, a true companion, and I will miss him terribly. Godspeed on your journey my friend.