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Friday, March 18, 2011

Lost Painting of Northwest Historical Artist Found


When my sweet Sis Clytie called to say she had found an original painting by our Great Aunt Martina, I was in awe.  The above painting by noted Northwest artist Martina Gangle Curl was found in a box of our Grandmother's papers--which would have been destroyed that very day.  Grammie was Martina's younger sister. 

Great Aunt Martina was an amazing lady.  In 1931, after years of following the harvest picking crops with her family, working as an art teacher and then managing a boarding house, she enrolled at the Portland Art Museum School in Portland, Oregon.  There she studied under legendary painter and art instructor Harry Wentz.  This lost painting has the date 1932 inscribed on the back, around the time Aunt Martina was exhibiting artwork at the Portland museum between 1932 and 1933.


You can see Aunt Martina's distinctive artistic style in the piece above, entitled Prune PickerFascinated by migrant labor families and shipyard workers, she had a special love for the common man. 


It has been said Aunt Martina's attention to women and children conveyed a desire to “mother” humanity.  This is illustrated by one of my all-time favorites--the painting above entitled Clinic which was rediscovered at the Oregon State Hospital in the late 1990's. 


Through her artwork, Aunt Martina succeeded in dramatizing the beauty and aesthetic diversity to be found in the everyday settings of people living throughout the Pacific Northwest in those hard years.
 
I wish I would have known she was an artist--I would love to have talked with her about her life and how she saw the world--about what it was like growing up in those times.  She was not only a gifted artist, but was a wonderful person who deeply loved her family.   

I wish I could tell her how proud I am to be her great niece and how much I treasure those moments when she would lean over my drawings with a smile and an encouraging word. 

You can find restrikes of fourteen works of art by Aunt Martina for sale, at The Pathways Collection.  To read more about Martina Gangle Curl's fascinating life, visit The Oregon Encyclopedia and the Oregon Cultural Heritage Commission.  


Monday, June 29, 2009

Nothing Fills Her Emptiness

Endless aching, sharpened need.

She has squandered her very being. She no longer cares.

Nothing fills her emptiness.

Only possessing the void, she fills it.

Sniffing, inhaling, swallowing. She gulps down the burning.

Welcoming the numbness fuzzing behind her eyes--

It fills her mind, trails down her limbs.

Then blessed, hated release . . .

But only for a moment,

Only for a moment.
Then again the crushing pain.

The lies, her unending struggle.

Many have tried to help.
Only a miracle can save her now.
I believe in Miracles . . .

"I myself will search for my sheep and look after them. As a shepherd looks after his scattered flock when he is with them, so will I look after my sheep. I will rescue them from all the places they were scattered on a day of clouds and darkness." (Ezekiel 34:11, 12)
(This poem is my expression of grief over a beloved young friend, who is lost and in grave danger.)