Our Opening Went Well as Far as Understatements Go

To captivate and hold captive at least some audience for the opening at Quintus Gallery in Watkins Glen, I contracted a party bus to deliver us. A wonderful pre-viewing was had. I played music by and loved by Stuckists, opened wine, champagne, nursed the sick, uplifted the poor, healed the bore (myself) for that time being…

Please watch the video below, which covers just a sliver of the night. Quintus gallery has more rooms than I captured, chock full of other paintings and pleasures. There is another Stuckist room, but I would hope that during exhibition season one would keep focus on the invitational downstairs. 36 painters living in 9 countries did me a great turn this year making my path into a new winter an enticing mystery worth the trouble of more cold and more bleak.

Now this “thank you”:

Acknowledgements

“She said ‘Somewhere there’s a faraway place
where all is ordered, and all is grace.
No one there is ever disgraced,
And everybody there is wise, and everyone has taste’”

—Lou Reed from “Think It Over”

I would like to thank warmly Kathy and Joe Matus of Quintus Gallery. This exhibition would not have happened if they did not visit Round Trip Stuckism last year, acquire my work for their gallery and home, purchase several Russian pieces, and then happily show up at my door last February to talk shop. I set up our meeting in my basement studio, dank and cold and dimly lit with dollar store lamps, and we planned like true novice-professionals inhabiting a sane world.
I remember Joe, sitting in my painting chair, asking if I’d like to do a “Russian” show, and me answering, “Great, but let’s give it a more international flair, and with more Stuckists!”
Yes, the more the merrier. I insisted they leave all the start-up details to me, then led them upstairs and served quiche and bread and cake. It happens they were full from a late breakfast, so my family gobbled it all up while we talked about anything under the sun to take us away from the gloom and doom of a northern winter.
Kathy and Joe are the type of art professionals that artists want and need. Quintus Gallery can house any artist with a genre, but stands as shelter in the storm for Stuckism. We thank them for their inspiration and enthusiasm.
Now, about that “leaving the details to me”.
Once again, the over-elaborater, Ron Throop, setting up the very difficult task of getting other painters to participate in his super great art plan.
That night I floated the idea past Charles Thomson, and caught his attention. Viola! Suddenly it became two fools instead of one. Almost a party.
With his expert advice, adept organizational and editorial skills, and undeniable patience and dedication to this movement called Stuckism, I was able to fuel up for the demands of an exhibition of this magnitude.
Great thanks to Charles Thomson! He wrote once during our frequent e-mail exchange that Stuckism operates on a national, regional, and of course individual level, and that he would like to see more collaboration among U.S. artists. His frequent input into the creation of this exhibition has been very welcome. We can bet on the continuation (and growth) of Stuckism in the United States. Unless Americans are actually so determined to forego the joy of visual art-making and appreciation, (and there is evidence pointing to paradigms leaning this way), we painters will have to persevere against the cold shoulders of the confused media, entrenched academia, and non-essential establishment critics.
Thank you Charles Thomson.
Thank you Stuckism. You wake art up. You bring people together.
Thank you Stuckist painters for trusting me and Quintus Gallery to exhibit your work on your time and dime.
And thank you local and world wide audience for clearing these walls of Stuckist paintings.
Please bear in mind though—Take one down, and two spring up!

Ron Throop
Oswego
August 2017

I have more thank yous to offer during exhibition month. Meanwhile, stock up on your wine for the holidays, deep reds for the solstice, dry whites for the equinox. Remember please that no wine is worth the winter trouble of a blank wall to stare at while the cold winds blow. So mark a stop at Quintus in Watkins Glen, N.Y. on your day trip itinerary. I’ll introduce you to these painters, many whom I know very well—about as much as you, but only because we’re human and hold dear these darling imaginations.

Bring the color to your winter!

One more thing.

A visitor at Friday’s opening asked me to show him the Henderson paintings. He shared the same last name, and wanted to see what possible genes and genealogy were spread and sent his way. When gallerists or curators connect more to the idea of painters rather than paintings, private vistas can widen significantly even a skinny finger lake.

I walked him over to Holly Henderson’s paintings, and then escorted him and his wife to the video table to show how his many great grandfathers and mothers unwittingly saved the world with Stuckism.

Instant connection! Unless he was a cardboard man. I expect him to purchase her paintings soon. If not today, then tomorrow. Imagine sitting in a cat hair chair thinking on nothing during the intellectual season, or dreaming a hungrier life in a London club getting to know the band before the lights go out.

Absolute magic!

We’re still alive. Go start your painting collection!

Quintus Gallery
65 Salt Point Road
Watkins Glen, N.Y.
14891

(315) 527-4263