Wednesday, July 5, 2017

The past two years in particular has been tremendously difficult for Hawk on many levels, most of which has to do with his complete lack of an art studio. The act of painting is vital to his emotional and mental health, and without an outlet for his creativity, Hawk's sense of life purpose is taken away. For an artist like Hawk, who requires space to spread out oil paint, turpentine, 6 ft tall rolls of linen and cotton canvas, it is disheartening to see such a gifted painter's space for creating art diminish so drastically in a matter of just a few years. Hawk has spent over 40 years honing and perfecting his painting technique. In the past, he was known for his canvases of considerable detail, sometimes utilizing up to a dozen intermittent layers of glaze referencing the techniques of the European Old Masters. Today, it is not possible for him to paint in this manner. We live in a shared apartment and occupy only a single standard-sized room within it. With over 70 oil paintings stored in the room, 25 moving boxes stacked and a futon that serves as a bed, whatever floorspace is left unused that day serves as a makeshift studio for Hawk. He paints on the wooden floor near our futon, hunched over his canvas, since there is no longer space for an easel (his easel had to be donated two years ago with our latest apartment downsize). Despite this impossible situation, he remains hopeful that somehow a solution can be found where he may once again paint with freedom. This is the year that I am truly hopeful we can find change in our challenging living circumstances for the better since there's no other downsizing option for us left. But in order to do this, we need your help. Hawk and I always have kept our head above water through sporadic painting sales, but this year our optimism regarding this survival method has dwindled. We have come to a time now where we need to reach out for help.


Since younger boy is going the arts route I am especially sensitive to the trials and tribulations of those who are relentless and keep the faith with reference to their artistic work. Hawk Alfredson has worked very hard to reach his level of artistic accomplishment but now he has been painted into a corner due to a lack of financial resources. Can you all look within yourselves to help him out? You can make a small donation or a big one. If you have no money please share so that the art world will know of him and so that he will get the love and help he needs to keep trucking. Be kind.

https://www.gofundme.com/HelpHawkPaint


Help Hawk Alfredson Paint Again!



Music video by Frore.  Art by Hawk Alfredson.


My name is Mia, and this May 18th I will be celebrating my seventeenth wedding anniversary to an artist of considerable integrity who not only delights me as a person, but inspires me daily with his uniquely visionary works of art.

I met Hawk in the summer of 1997. He was exhibiting his oil paintings in a solo show in Park Slope, Brooklyn, just a block from where I lived at the time. I walked into the gallery, saw his work hanging from floor to ceiling salon-style, and felt my life change forever within the thirty minutes I was there. With the very first gaze into his paintings, my heart stood still for a moment. I had never seen nor felt work of such mystical power. The paintings had a presence that filled the room with a great stimulating calm and beckoned me each time to move closer to them.

By this time, Hawk had been in NYC for already two years and was an extremely prolific painter. He still had money saved up from living in Sweden and had 19 group shows and 2 solo shows all within his first year, 1995, when he made the journey from Stockholm to NYC, filled with the hope of one day showing with the most influential galleries in the city.  In the late 90's, New Art International proclaimed Hawk to be "the darling of the New York Underground Art Scene" and Art & AntiquesMagazine praised him as "one of the most collectible of the European Surrealists".

Four years after we met we moved into New York's landmarked Chelsea Hotel and from 2001-2010 Hawk painted almost daily.  On our first day there, the owner of the hotel, Stanley Bard, saw Hawk's work and encouraged him to exhibit his original paintings along the walls of the hotel's staircase, corridors, VIP rooms and the lobby. Over time, this encouragement evolved to become a long-term permanent exhibition of over 50 original pieces with thousands of international hotel guests viewing Hawk's work over the years.

Photo by David Rodgers. (Hotel Chelsea, room 421)


In 2011, the Chelsea Hotel was sold to new owners, and the magical place that Hawk and I called home for nine years, had come to an end of it's own, with an uncertain future.  

In the transitioning years since moving from the Hotel Chelsea, fine-art sales have slowed considerably for us.  We no longer have a public art gallery with thousands of visitors staying just beyond our front door.  With a decrease in art sales has come substantial apartment downsizing for us every couple of years.

The past two years in particular has been tremendously difficult for Hawk on many levels, most of which has to do with his complete lack of an art studio. The act of painting is vital to his emotional and mental health, and without an outlet for his creativity, Hawk's sense of life purpose is taken away.

For an artist like Hawk, who requires space to spread out oil paint, turpentine, 6 ft tall rolls of linen and cotton canvas, it is disheartening to see such a gifted painter's space for creating art diminish so drastically in a matter of just a few years. Hawk has spent over 40 years honing and perfecting his painting technique. In the past, he was known for his canvases of considerable detail, sometimes utilizing up to a dozen intermittent layers of glaze referencing the techniques of the European Old Masters. Today, it is not possible for him to paint in this manner. We live in a shared apartment and occupy only a single standard-sized room within it.  With over 70 oil paintings stored in the room, 25 moving boxes stacked and a futon that serves as a bed, whatever floorspace is left unused that day serves as a makeshift studio for Hawk. He paints on the wooden floor near our futon, hunched over his canvas, since there is no longer space for an easel (his easel had to be donated two years ago with our latest apartment downsize). Despite this impossible situation, he remains hopeful that somehow a solution can be found where he may once again paint with freedom.

This is the year that I am truly hopeful we can find change in our challenging living circumstances for the better since there's no other downsizing option for us left. But in order to do this, we need your help. Hawk and I always have kept our head above water through sporadic painting sales, but this year our optimism regarding this survival method has dwindled.  We have come to a time now where we need to reach out for help.

Photo by Ves Pitts.  (2011).


Today, with nearly 2,000 Facebook friends, Hawk continues his relationship with his art admirers and is a valued member of the artistic community there.

If this fundraiser reaches you at the right time, would you consider either donating or sharing this post to others?  By supporting our situation in any way possible, you will make it easier for us to obtain the financial resources necessary to find a suitable live/work space that will: 

a) provide a private, quiet space so that Hawk may paint in a home environment, uninterrupted. 

b) provide ample daylight to view oil colors correctly.

c) provide enough space for clients to view artwork.

d) provide proper storage for over-sized artworks.  


From the start, Hawk has thought about ways to thank his donors.  Early-on in the campaign he is able to provide certain incentives that we have available immediately to give such as: B/W etchings (only 4 left!) printed on archival paper, original drawings and also original oil paintings. 

$100 donation: B/W etching (15x20)

$150 donation: hand-colored etching (15x20)

$200 donation: small original drawing (8x6)

$250 donation: large original drawing (10x8)

$500 or above donation: original oil painting


Hawk yearns to paint the luminous and mysterious paintings that he once created. Together we can help this artist rise again.  


We both thank you for your support,
(we can't do this without you) !!!



Hawk Alfredson     "Icon For An Unknown Religion"  
oil on canvas     39" x 33"     1999


Hawk Alfredson   "Gypsum"  
oil on canvas    24" x 30"    2012


Hawk Alfredson     "The Dream Ambassadors"  
oil on canvas      32" x 39.5"      1999 - 2006  


Hawk Alfredson      "Manbat"  
oil on canvas panel     24" x 20"     1996


Hawk Alfredson  "Players Of Strange Meaningless Games"            
 oil on canvas      34" x 30"      1996 - 2003                                                                        


Hawk Alfredson     "Stebuklingas Drugelis"  
oil on canvas   79" x 59"   1994 - 2003


Hawk Alfredson  "Edvard Munch Imitating A Silent Tree"
oil on canvas       30" x 24"      2006 -2008


Hawk Alfredson      "Zen Stones With Skyscape"  
oil on canvas      9" x 7"      2003 - 2008


Hawk Alfredson     "Santiago Circlings"  
oil on canvas   36" x 28"    2003




"Eye One" by Mika Tenhovaara. Poetic film about Mia & Hawk ~



For further information about this artist's life, follow the link below:

https://onartandaesthetics.com/2017/01/12/painter-of-strange-meaningful-frames/


It is boiling. The trip to get Rebecca was burnt flesh time as the minivan has no air conditioning and I was roasted on the hot side.
When I got Rebecca home, younger boy set up Dr. Phil for her. She has had the watermelon slices, the bit of left over cherries and a mandarin orange.
I have left her to Dr. Phil which seems to be a show full of dysfunctional human beings.
Yesterday mum was over for the day and she was sat on the deck. The heat seemed to have helped her with her arthritis and she watched as I dead headed the Rugosa rose that was over my head. I could not get to the back of the rose bush as the apple tree has made a barrier of boughs that is close to the other ant colony that has to be dug out. I did not touch the other rose bush that is trying to escape over the side park fence as there were too many ants.
The golden raspberries are all very potential right now. They have fat nubs of berries that hopefully won't be all eaten by the birds before they ripen.
Tomorrow I will pick up mum and dad to go grocery shopping. After dad has got his victuals I will drop him off and bring mum back to marinate on the deck. Apparently this blitz of heat will last for ages. It is good for my laundry which is on the deck right now assuming the dryness of rock.
Life is very good when the garden sprints to the end of the growth cycle. I haven't done anything yet in the garden as I want to read and write. It's too hot anyway to be double digging the beds and amending the beds with the compost from my three bins. I will leave it all to consider the problems of portfolio development.
Soon I will be taking younger boy to scout out the animation school in BC. I don't know when but we will go. It's good to visit a place and get a "feel" for the place. I do this sort of stuff in making a final decision. I don't believe in the hype. I believe in the student evaluations, the jobs they get and the on site visit.
Younger boy is only 18 years and has no idea of the returns for money business but I do. I want to get value for his educational bucks.
All of us have so much potential. If you are an artist the world often does not give you the returns on the value you provide.
Don't let this discourage you. Be alive to your own ability and understand that the world looks up to you for the absolute integrity of your work as an artist. Without art, we are monkeys seeking goods and services.
Here is one artist.

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