AMERICA THE BARN-IFUL
I am someone who collects a lot of stuff.
I own 4,942 different Movies on physical media, roughly 5,600 Books, 426 Coffee Mugs and a plastic Dinosaur accumulation I'm not ready to number!
My mentality is, and always has been, "why have one thing you love when you can 500!"
So, when I decided to start obtaining original, one-of-a-kind art it was only a matter of time before the sheer number of pieces under my stewardship grew to an impressive collection that would be at home in a little museum in any forward thinking small town.
But, little known fact: I've never been someone to ever have a lot of money, so how did I accumulate such a gathering of unique mediums of Paintings and Sculptures?
Thrifting, Bartering and Estate Sales is how!
And the best part is the fact that I don't seem very well attached to the idea of providence, or basically: I don't really care who made it, if I like it I like it!
Added bonus being the fact that when it's unsigned, it is generally cheaper to obtain, so win win!!
But, there are exceptions to this rule, for example, I own quite a few works by artist Peg Whitacre and two by Laelanie Art Gallery's Laelanie Larach, a wonderful Mountainscape by Rick Boren (that allegedly belonged to Rock Hudson) and even Sheridan Bradshaw's (aka My Anatomical Heart) stunning mixed media painting titled HOUSTON.
Because the vast majority of the art pieces I possess are uncredited and untitled, I have given each painted, chiseled or carved work a name of my own. Something to be known by until otherwise corrected!
And so, as I take a step into the next phase of my life, in order to get more comfortable and accustom to sharing the things I have and will be creating on my own with the world, I first now begin sharing many of the things others have created that have shaped me and my creative environment. They are works of art I love and value, and reflect a tiny bit upon what I cherish and hold dear and close.
The TIMOTHY RANDALL ART COLLECTION, much like me, is a gathering of things that were often discarded, cast away and seem of little value, but when you take a moment to slow down and look, you might just realize how beautiful and potentially lifechanging they truly are.
First off is a work I call AMERICA THE BARN-IFUL, which has no known creator.
It reminds me of paintings by Jasper Johns and Childe Hassam.
It rekindles memories of me driving thru the farming communities outside Niagara Falls USA (where I grew up) or around Geneva, New York where my late Grandparents lived and my Grandfather preached in a little White Steepled Church with a congregation that would fit comfortably within the confines of a egg carton.
It even reminds me of here, in Pittman Center, Tennessee, where the farms (and their barns) harken back to a time where a little girl named Dolly could be born just a stone throws away from where I am currently typing this at my Tennessee Mountain Home, along the shore of the beautiful Little Pigeon River.
It speaks of a different time and kind of America, where people where kinder, where the flag stood for something more wholesome than the hatred spewing and insanity we see so much of today and where rich or poor, black and white, gay or straight or whatever, we stood by the Stars and Stripes wherever they flew.
This painting hangs by the door in the garage so it is something I see almost everyday as I come and go, and it is a piece that I will never tire of getting a patriotic boost of "what could be" from as I journey to and from the realities of the current world we all live in.
I own 4,942 different Movies on physical media, roughly 5,600 Books, 426 Coffee Mugs and a plastic Dinosaur accumulation I'm not ready to number!
My mentality is, and always has been, "why have one thing you love when you can 500!"
So, when I decided to start obtaining original, one-of-a-kind art it was only a matter of time before the sheer number of pieces under my stewardship grew to an impressive collection that would be at home in a little museum in any forward thinking small town.
But, little known fact: I've never been someone to ever have a lot of money, so how did I accumulate such a gathering of unique mediums of Paintings and Sculptures?
Thrifting, Bartering and Estate Sales is how!
And the best part is the fact that I don't seem very well attached to the idea of providence, or basically: I don't really care who made it, if I like it I like it!
Added bonus being the fact that when it's unsigned, it is generally cheaper to obtain, so win win!!
But, there are exceptions to this rule, for example, I own quite a few works by artist Peg Whitacre and two by Laelanie Art Gallery's Laelanie Larach, a wonderful Mountainscape by Rick Boren (that allegedly belonged to Rock Hudson) and even Sheridan Bradshaw's (aka My Anatomical Heart) stunning mixed media painting titled HOUSTON.
Because the vast majority of the art pieces I possess are uncredited and untitled, I have given each painted, chiseled or carved work a name of my own. Something to be known by until otherwise corrected!
And so, as I take a step into the next phase of my life, in order to get more comfortable and accustom to sharing the things I have and will be creating on my own with the world, I first now begin sharing many of the things others have created that have shaped me and my creative environment. They are works of art I love and value, and reflect a tiny bit upon what I cherish and hold dear and close.
The TIMOTHY RANDALL ART COLLECTION, much like me, is a gathering of things that were often discarded, cast away and seem of little value, but when you take a moment to slow down and look, you might just realize how beautiful and potentially lifechanging they truly are.
First off is a work I call AMERICA THE BARN-IFUL, which has no known creator.
It reminds me of paintings by Jasper Johns and Childe Hassam.
It rekindles memories of me driving thru the farming communities outside Niagara Falls USA (where I grew up) or around Geneva, New York where my late Grandparents lived and my Grandfather preached in a little White Steepled Church with a congregation that would fit comfortably within the confines of a egg carton.
It even reminds me of here, in Pittman Center, Tennessee, where the farms (and their barns) harken back to a time where a little girl named Dolly could be born just a stone throws away from where I am currently typing this at my Tennessee Mountain Home, along the shore of the beautiful Little Pigeon River.
It speaks of a different time and kind of America, where people where kinder, where the flag stood for something more wholesome than the hatred spewing and insanity we see so much of today and where rich or poor, black and white, gay or straight or whatever, we stood by the Stars and Stripes wherever they flew.
This painting hangs by the door in the garage so it is something I see almost everyday as I come and go, and it is a piece that I will never tire of getting a patriotic boost of "what could be" from as I journey to and from the realities of the current world we all live in.
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