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”:


“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
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.

(315) 527-4263



Still and Moving 2-D


Ron Throop: This was Called ‘Just Pressing On’ Until I Listened to ‘Autumn Leaves’ Sent by Lapsking and Broke Down 2017. Acrylic on canvas, 24 x 18″

There is a film festival in Watkins Glen this weekend. Get out and support independent film makers and painters too! I’ll be there to talk you through anything. Anything at all.

Paul Harvey is a Doctor of Punk and Stuckism


Probably a doctor of love too because all Stuckists are, else be just another run-of-the-mill painter hustling two-dimensional flobberwocky.

He also plays with Penetration, and the band is on tour, but I won’t dictate about it. However, I will tell you to call Quintus Gallery and inquire about this painting. The holidays are fast approaching and you must have a black sheep in the family. Maybe one who you love?

Quintus Gallery
65 Salt Point Road (shore of Seneca Lake)
Watkins Glen, N.Y. 14891
(315) 527-4263

“Attention Kathy or Joe. We love our son who is a punk rock aficionado, and want to give him the gift that lasts forever. How much?”

Now go catch him on tour!







No, Virginia, There is No Halloween If Jaroslav Valecka’s Work Does not Soon Vacate the Gallery

Jaroslav Valečka, The Spider, 2015, 70 x50cm (1)

Jarolslav Valecka: The Spider 2015. Oil on canvas, 70 x 50 cm

After this sentence, I shall not say a damn word about these paintings, but I shall make it a run-on sentence because Valecka’s work is good, very good, and there is not one person who was not moved by it at the opening unless he or she is a liar without a subconscious, so thank you Jaroslav for your practice, your marvelous practice, and someone here must contact Quintus Gallery now at (315) 527-4263 to reserve either one or both of these incredible paintings, viva el Stuckism!

Jaroslav Valečka, The Signal, 2017, 60 x 70 cm, oil on canvas (2)

Jaroslav Valecka: The Signal 2017. Oil on canvas, 60 x 70 cm

Spanish Suicide by Lena Ulanova


Lena Ulanova: Spanish Suicide 2017. Acrylic on panel, 14 x 19″

Here is a secret and a wink to those who could not make it to Quintus Gallery last Friday night. In the spirit of camaraderie, the painters agreed to mark the prices of their pieces within a predetermined range.  The wink means they retail very affordable. Watch the videos of our reception. Find this painting on the wall. Love it, then call Kathy or Joe at Quintus. They will wrap it up safe, and mail it to you anywhere on earth that our government allows.

(315) 527-4263


First and Scrapped Attempt at Curatorial Statement


Receiving package from Lena Ulanova in August

I went too far to anecdote Stuckism where my real desire is to pay homage to painters and gallerists and the many people who know and like both. I will redo it with a much simpler statement, and let the fellow Stuckists represented on the wall show their paintings. There will be a media room set up, looping 20-30 Stuckist videos. I want you to meet and greet each from his or her own seat.
Read it anyway if you like. There may be some points made for further discussion:

“By the new year I should be free to paint like a Stuckist again, unencumbered by the many chores, real and imagined, which envelope the curator/promoter of an art exhibition. Lately I have gone to bed thinking of morning work, dreaming it, midnight musing it, and waking earlier than early, eager to dive into it, relegating ordinary life of the day to a secondary role, and suffering for it.

I haven’t been much of a Stuckist lately, but rather a connoisseur of Stuckist paintings and personalities. Last week I drove down to Quintus for a planning meeting. Kathy had unwrapped the paintings from their postal packages, and laid them about the gallery, on the bar, against chairs and walls. I moved from one to the next calling out its artist’s name, maybe a title, and then a brief story about the painter—“Mark D. likes punk,” “Paul Harvey plays punk,” “No, that’s not a Bledsoe print; she paints with the patience of angels”, “Ah, Elsa Dax—This is ‘Charles Thomson’” “Look! J.X. Coudrille sent two paintings—he’s the one with the curly mustache, whose father was also a painter,” etc.

I recognized each piece by the hand of the painter, as any adult today could detect the Mona Lisa in a coffee table book or box of tissues, yawn, then turn the page, or blow his nose.

I looked at these Stuckist paintings with wonder and reverence, exactly how da Vinci and friends looked at the Mona Lisa before he died and the French King acquired it. The French Republic owned it for a couple centuries in the manner which a billionaire of today possesses a Basquiat—without any living connection—like reading a Tennyson love poem to nobody you ever loved 175 years ago.

Last year I audited a figure drawing class at a local college hoping to learn how to less fear the figure. I had recently received a grant award to promote Russian Stuckism to my community and beyond. One day before class I spoke enthusiastically about Stuckism and my project to a painting professor. Unknown Ron Throop from a basement in Oswego, N.Y., via Skype, was painting models posing in a painter’s studio in Moscow, Russia. We had communication without words, miraculously painting “together”, sharing the work online, acting as veritable artist ambassadors for our respective nations. The painting professor broke into my reverie, changing the subject while the light was still in my eyes. He told me that Stuckism would be nice, but nobody will ever make any money from it—not the kind of money that, for instance, “artist” so-and-so made that week selling just one painting. He admitted sharing his revelation to his students as well, that art and art making will always be judged on what its pretend market value is, or was, or would become.

And one of his tried and true teaching methods is to have students paint Kandinskys’, exactly how Kadinsky would expect his oeuvre to be copied.

Here at Quintus Gallery are living human beings who paint. I recognize their personal styles and approaches to painting, and am enriched by them. While curating this exhibition I have received an art education that no program at university could imitate without Stuckism, which is a sad state for eager students who are made to copy Kandinsky because the professor chooses to imitate celebrity rather than draw real things like trees and sky and humble human faces.

Please, if only briefly, look upon these paintings as I do—made by painters for their own sake. In my world, the ends do not necessarily justify the means. I have never viewed a painting without imagining the painter. If I cannot “see” him or her how I need to see them, in whatever state I deem that to be, whether painter staring out to sea, painter drinking a cup of coffee, painter scratching a chin, or taking out the garbage, then I do not consider it to be a work of art. There is not one painter here who has not delivered art to be exhibited. I can “see” the means of the painter in every piece, but only because I have imagined the painter behind the painting. Viola! Art!

Eat up this Stuckism. It is for you, and it is you also if you want it to be. Please watch some movies running on loop in the brick room, and learn for yourself about Stuckism because it is the exact opposite of what so many people misconstrue it to be.

Likewise, I urge you to decorate your homes and workplaces with paintings by painters you know or whom you wish to know. Begin a collection of art which has meaning for you. No more landscapes by unnamed painters in doctor’s offices. Every doctor should get to know a Stuckist, as every Stuckist knows a doctor. Above all, I ask that you promote this movement to save the art of painting. Too many unworthy people and institutions have their dirty mits in the arts for career and avarice, and above all, the mighty dollar, which is also pound, euro, yen, ruble, internationally fabricating art for business’ sake. Dollar wealth is arbitrary, the opposite of these paintings made by honest hands. Still, dollars do buy more paints and substrate, and also pay for international postage to promote international painting shows.”


Here Is Why I Do Stuckism


Ulanova, Stepanov and Makarov receive many thanks from U.S.A.

Message delivered by fellow painter Alexey Stepanov from golden autumn Saint Petersburg to golden autumn Oswego—delivered in the time it took an alligator to blow a kiss from the swamp, and the bald eagle to feel the brush on her cheek in the cloud-hidden eyrie…

(I left translation perfectly imperfect!)

Dear Ron!

Here is the small letter, which my brother is capable to translate into some decent English (so the automatic google translation won’t leave any unclear spots and won’t make the whole letter awkward). And I can once again thank you for this marvelous exhibition, but this time not in the robotic manner – in, more or less, my human words. I would like to congratulate you once more with the successful and bright event, and once again I thank you and your wife for all of the efforts you’ve put into it. Perhaps, this result can be possible in that very place where patience, love for life and energetic work meet each other. We should take this as an example if we ever decide to make this kind of exhibition in St. Petersburg. We have never produced such an event, when a lot of small details – big, interesting and friendly venue, long duration of the exhibition, a lot of guests, interactive translation of the artist’s performance, etc. – were combined very succesfully. I’m not even talking about publishing the book dedicated to the exhibition with all of those great illustrations – We shall thank you once again for this in particular because none of us had this kind of experience. As i understand, they money you’ve sent us are were very handy for every member. Once again for your opened and friendly attitude to this moment and all of your actions to achieve this. I hope, selling the pictures was neither hard, nor time-consuming and this didn’t cause any inconvenience or fuzz for you (that could actually be caused in the worst case). Thank you once again for this. And also I would like to know which of my works didn’t make it and stay unsold. I’ll be happy to give them new life as your personal belongings and let them hang on your walls. Though I understand that you also still have Lena’s and Andrey’s paintings. I understand that there may be a lot of their painting left, that changes the situation significantly. Is there any place in your attic or garage to keep them? Either way, you can treat my work any way you want. I also hope that selling your book was as successful as selling the paintings and you were able to refund all of the expenses. All of us would like to see it, when there will be a possibility. I will be waiting for the parcel to at the most suitable time for you. I hope this parcel won’t make any holes in your pocket…

…I hope both your wife and you are satisfied with the results of our weird stuckism hanging in the exhibition in Oswego, and everything went smoothly, satisfying your expectations and not going out of the budget. I hope the sun is shining and it keeps you happy. It is getting colder in St. Petersburg and rain changes snow every day, but sometimes it is just snowing. Though, I reckon you would enjoy these landscapes if you are still planning to spend your vacation in Russia. Once again thank you for everything you’ve done in the recent times. Say hi to your wife and friends (as I understand, some of them decided to decorate their walls with our paintings). i would love to say hi ti them. Have a great and productive day.




Terry Marks


Terry Marks lives in New York City. She must be keen about this weather event our state is having today. Her whole island knows and just got enveloped with a transparent blanket of goodwill. The first cool autumn winds blow over, papers and dead leaves shoot up and around. The intellectual season is very near—the Strand will fill up to the ceiling with humanity by 4 o’clock. Some books will get bought, and nearly everyone will want Italian for dinner tonight.

I don’t live in Manhattan until days like today when nostalgia bites down and holds on tight. My friends used to live in Chelsea, and I would crash at their apartment for days, sometimes weeks, when I was too poor not to be slightly crazy. Then I was an avid dreamer and journal writer, and would walk all of lower Manhattan seeing everything, resting in parks, marking out free bathrooms (very few in New York!) for the promise of a cup of coffee with milk that afternoon and a free dinner and dry floor to sleep on after great conversation with friends.

See? Nostalgia bites!

Anyway, the cool autumn winds blow, and prompts like that b&w photo above send me to a steady, calm faith in the future that settles in while painting pictures in my drafty basement studio. I might be getting old soon, but not in my dreams!

Please read about Terry, hold on tight to your seat, and through her painting, get to know as much as possible about what you are and want to be at this perfect start of autumn in New York!

A native New Yorker and artist who works in painting, drawing, printmaking, and tattoo, Terry Marks has been affiliated with the international, ReModernist arts movement Stuckism since 2001, exhibiting with various configurations of the group internationally. Her pictures are a surreal take on Magical Realism with an upside-down, perverse logic, like dreams. Both puzzling and believable, many of her elements are contradictory; she specializes in the absurd, and in oddball eccentricities. The result is a slice of narrative, a single moment taken from a longer story, a puzzle with almost all the pieces there. After accidentally falling into a side career of acting, she can sometimes be spotted in films and television, and is a junior instructor at the NY School of T’ai Chi Chuan.

Now listen to her in a great interview on Tall Tale Radio last year!

Now go to her website and see what you like to buy for friends, family, and your own dreaming nosalgia-ache!

Now, walk over to your kitchen calendar, mark it on your calendar app, or tell the driver to have the car stocked and ready for Quintus gallery in Watkins Glen, on Friday the 13th of October, from 6 – 9 p.m. And get the butler to remind you…

Terry Marks! ¡Viva el Stuckism!