Showing posts with label art school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art school. Show all posts

Monday, March 27, 2023

South Bear School reopens for summer 2023


In a series of online talks on the history of design that I recently gave for Drake University's OLLI life-long education program, I spoke about the Bauhaus, which began in Germany in 1919. I discussed the influences of its teachers and students, some of whom emigrated to the US, where they joined existing schools or established their own. One of those schools was called Pond Farm, near Guerneville CA, where Marguerite Wildenhain worked with about twenty students each summer. 


Iowa potter Dean Schwarz and I were among her students in 1964. He returned in later years to be her assistant, and then established his own summer school, called South Bear School, near Decorah IA. He and his wife, writer Geraldine Schwarz, compiled and edited a huge, rich book about Wildenhain's life, titled Marguerite Wildenhain and the Bauhaus: An Eyewitness Anthology (South Bear Press, 2007), as shown in illustrations here. 

 

South Bear School, Decorah IA
The senior Schwarzes have retired, but there is a coalition of younger ones who are carrying on the tradition. In the coming summer (2023), they are again offering workshops at South Bear School, and the call for registration is out. More online information is here.

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

in which William Bailey meets Albers at Yale

Josef Albers at Yale
American artist William H. Bailey, excerpted from an Oral History Interview conducted during October 10 through December 5, 2012. Available online at the Archives of American Art—

[While attending Cooper Union in 1953, and looking for an alternative school, someone] told me about Josef Albers and Yale. He said, "You might try going up there, because this man Albers has just arrived, and he’s changed everything there. And it should be a really interesting place.”

And so, I took a train up to Yale—to New Haven. I was told that I couldn't see Albers because I didn't have an appointment. Just then Albers opened the door to his office and said, “Do you want to see me, boy?” I said, “Yes.”…

I had this same little envelope of drawings, and a few black and white photographs of paintings that I had done. He showed me into his office, which was a spartan room with a door for the desk, and sawhorses holding the door up. Plain straight chairs, a huge plant by the window, glorious light coming in through the window, and this little man dressed [in] various grays, I remember. A gray suit, another kind of woven gray tie—probably woven by [his wife] Anni [Albers]—and a white shirt. Silver hair coming sort of Hitler-like across his brow. He looked at the things, and he proceeded to give me the most ferocious critique I'd ever had in my life. I was stunned, because people had always been very nice to me. They’d all agreed—whatever other things that were against me, yes, I was talented. He wouldn't grant me even talent! He just ripped into things! And then, here and there, he'd say, “But this is—here you see something! And here.”

So I was in this stunned state, when things calmed down. And he asked me about my life, and about the war, and what I’d been doing, and my ambitions and so on. And finally he said, “Okay, I take you!” I hadn't been applying. I mean, I just was there to find out about things. He said, “I take you.” I said, “Wait a minute! How much does it cost?” He said, “I don't know—ask the secretary!”

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Typographic Poster | Katherine Jamtgaard

Typographic Poster © Katherine Jamtgaard 2015
Above Poster by Katherine Jamtgaard, graphic design student, Department of Art, University of Northern Iowa (2015), in celebration of the typeface Eurostile, designed by Aldo Novarese.

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Henry Moore, the eminent British sculptor—

[While studying painting at the Royal College of Art in 1921-24, one of his teachers was Arthur Beresford Pite, Professor of Architecture, who one day] arrived in front of my painting and for several minutes spotlighted his violent dislike of it. "This student, he said, "has been feeding on garbage." 

That Friday afternoon I could not work, but wandered around Hyde Park to work off my hurt feelings. I almost decided I would leave the college and study on my own.