A year ago today, I posted this blog written by Don Kegarise. He and Kathy attended a presentation my friend Nan Reinhardt and I did Sunday, and I was reminded of it. I'm so grateful they came, and so grateful he's willing to share his talent. He has a show going on at the Rochester Library right now. If you live nearby, stop in and see it. His work is wonderful.
by Don Kegarise
The 24” x 36” picture hangs at the back of the
studio out of light and traffic of hundreds of paintings that come and go. Some
are admired and sold, others changed around and hung in other rooms. Many of
them travel miles to art shows in different cities. While the poorly done
sixty-year-old painting collects dust that dulls the warm snow scene featuring
an old abandoned house, the story is not about the painting, or the artist, but
about The Frame.
The big snow scene was finished. It
really fell short of what I had in mind, but it was finished. It was only the
third painting since I had started painting again after several years of not
painting anything. Unable to find a frame that suited the picture, the only
thing left was to make it myself. I sort of knew what I wanted and had found
the right piece of wood, but I didn’t have the tools to make it.
My father had been a carpenter and
cabinetmaker before he retired, and he still used his shop daily, fixing and repairing things for his kids and grandchildren. I had found
a rough-sawn board a full one and a half inches thick that I thought would make a
nice frame.
One evening after supper I went down to
my parents’ home, visited for a while, then asked Dad if he would help me make a
frame. As usual he responded with a “Sure, be glad to.”
Once in the shop I gave him the
dimensions and tried to explain what I thought it should look like. We ripped
the board down and cut the pieces to length. To cut the miter was going to be
tricky because of the angle I wanted for the sides. We had cut extra pieces, so
we could practice the miter cuts on the corners. The first two sample cuts did
not work, I could see what was wrong, but Dad couldn’t.
After another try I could see he was
getting upset. For the first time I noticed his hands shaking and the inability
to see in his mind--to visualize--how to cut the miter.
The man who was known for his patience
was losing his control. The same man I had watched just a few years before who
took a framing square and laid out a 2 x 8 jack rafter, take a hand saw and cut
a compound angle on one end and a seat cut on the other end then hand it up to
the two men on the roof where it fit without issue. This was the first time I
realized he was old and in his eighties. The thousands of hours of work,
raising a large family, struggling through the Great Depression and World War
II, had taken its toll.
We took a short break and afterwards,
managed to complete the frame. Today, sixty-one years later, the painting in
The Frame still hangs in my studio. I look at it daily, only now I am the
eighty-seven-year-old, with hands that shake a little and must give the
simplest task a second thought. I need to be aware of my patience. Sometimes I
reach up and rub my hand over the rough wood. The energy is still there and
seems to shrink the gap in time.
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Don Kegarise, Kewanna, IN
indianaartists@outlook.com
With a background in psychology from Youngstown University,
motivational speaker and artist, Kegarise has been proactive in area art
leagues and the IAC, promoting art and artists.
He excels in management, sales and creative ideas and has developed
numerous organizations with success. Kegarise has lived in the Kewanna area for
the past forty years where he co- owned Kegarise Art Studio, Kegarise enjoys painting landscapes,
creating objects from found items , and is the author of several published short
stories.
Don, it's a hard thing to see our parents get older and perhaps even harder to bear it as it happens to us. So glad you have that beautiful frame to remind you of your dad and all he taught you. By the way, I like the snow scene--it's lovely!
ReplyDeleteI love the picture, and the frame. But most of all I love this story. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteAnother great story by Don Kegarise. I loved it, the story and the painting and frame. Thanks for sharing. You put the pizazz in everything and everyone you touch. Keep up the work my friend.
ReplyDeleteGreat story
ReplyDeleteWe have all experienced something like this. That's why this is such a good story. I can easily identify with it.
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