Monday, August 28, 2006
- Photo provided by PHILIP CAMPBELL
August 22, 2006
A LIFE LIVED: Edward Sanders, 1946-2006
Painter put his art before his sales
By Will Higgins
Edward Sanders was the quintessential old-school, hard-core artist. He painted from his heart, at the expense of commercial success, say people who knew him.
"To him, it was a very personal endeavor," said art dealer Mark Ruschmann, who had known the Indianapolis artist since the 1980s. "Like most artists he'd liked to have had more acclaim, more sales, but Ed didn't make easy work. It was challenging, often dark, introspective work. It didn't fall under the category of being decorative."
Mr. Sanders died Aug. 17 at age 59.
As an artist, he used dark colors and applied the paint thickly. He worked mostly in oils. His work was highly impressionistic. He did not try to schmooze patrons, either. But if he was indifferent to sales, Mr. Sanders did seek an audience. He showed his work frequently at galleries.
One of his few concessions to image was his insistence that he be photographed exclusively in profile. "Everybody looks good in profile," he explained to his longtime friend, the sculptor Marty Sharp.
In the mid-1980s, he was one of a handful of artists who started the 431 Gallery on Massachusetts Avenue, helping to transform that forlorn stretch into the city's arts district.
Mr. Sanders' chief income was from his work as an architect. He designed houses. But what drove him was his art.
Mr. Sanders was diagnosed with liver cancer this spring but continued to paint. His new paintings will be displayed at Flux Gallery in Fountain Square in October.
DeAnne Roth, Flux's co-director, said the new paintings are a departure for Sanders. The colors are still dark, but the subjects are whimsical -- a series of superheroes, including several of Superman, and a painting of Dean Martin. (Apparently Mr. Sanders liked to watch videotapes of Martin's TV variety show.)
"He talked about making his work more accessible to the public," Roth said.
Mr. Sanders also talked about making himself more accessible to the public. He was an intensely private person and not one for small talk. He was not comfortable chatting up collectors.
Recently, however, as the Oct. 6 opening reception approached, he asked Roth for pointers in becoming more sociable. "He was just naturally very private," Roth said, "but he said he'd try to make a bigger effort."
Mr. Sanders is survived by his sister and brother-in-law, Judi and Ed Marksberry; his close friend Sharp; and many nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.
His funeral was Monday at St. Roch Catholic Church.
Posted by Mary Lee Pappas at 8:38 AM
Piece of work: This Ed Sanders' oil painting is titled "Figure #1." - Photo provided by 4 Star Gallery
August 28, 2006
My view: Steve Mannheimer
No one was better than Ed at his best
Indianapolis artist Ed Sanders died this month. He was 59, too young. With others who knew him, I feel profound loss, like the biggest tree in my yard fell over in the night.
Since the 1980s, Ed had been a center of gravitas for what we optimistically used to call the Indianapolis art scene. Being a decade older than his art school comrades lent him some stature, but his work did more. His dark, deeply wrought paintings and drawings documented an ongoing struggle to understand art and its history, and to make a measure of both. In our small-market town, the greatest reward Ed might reasonably expect was the occasional sale and the consistent respect of his peers, which he got.
There were many back then, including Steve Paddack, Brian Fick, Steve Stoller, Rex Alexander, Julie Edwards, Bill Vlantis, Jesse Speight, Kevin Leslie, Phil Campbell, Ed Funk, Holly Jackson, Jackie and Gwendolyn Skaggs, Carla Knopf, Bill Atkins, Tom Keesee, Jody Grober, Terry Copen and others, along with a handful of gallery directors and patrons. Some have moved away or dropped from sight, but taken at its flood from the mid '80s to early '90s, this small tide did comprise an art scene worth the name.
Despite outward differences of technique or subject matter, these artists shared certain sensibilities and moods, an often nocturnal or dreamed vision that was at turns lyrical or melancholy, perhaps angst-ridden, and always motivated by a desire to say something, albeit allegorical or borderline abstract, about being here in this state at this time. At their best, these artists were very, very good. And no one was better than Ed at his best. The quality of their work and their perseverance made my job as art critic for The Indianapolis Star easier; there was so much to say about them. A theme I repeated, in print and private, was that these artists were the late-20th century equivalent of the Hoosier School artists of the late 19th century: They were of this state and about this state in a way that other artists, including their teachers, often were not. In a city trying so hard, then and now, to establish its reputation as a center of arts and culture, it is a shame that no major art institution ever assembled a significant survey show of this artistic generation. Or perhaps this is one reason the city is still trying. Perhaps my enthusiasm was part pride. Nearly all of them had been students at the Herron School of Art (now the Herron School of Art and Design), where I taught for 24 years. And, full disclosure, I do own one artwork by one of them, a black-and-white print bought after I left the newspaper, titled "Descent from the Cross," by Ed Sanders, from a period when he explored classical religious subjects with expressionist fervor. Ed's friends and fellow artists are now working to ensure that the hundreds of paintings and drawings he left can be fully documented and preserved, as they deserve to be. The last works I saw revealed a turning toward light and color. My sense is that he was getting better, as older artists can, a hope of us all.
It should be easier now for his alma mater Herron or some other significant venue to consider a show across the full range of Ed's pilgrimage. He has freed any institution from the political worry that it might unwisely ennoble one living artist over another. Death has removed the risk. After struggling with history for 20-plus years, Ed has entered it. Any institution could now safely recognize that fact.
Posted by Mary Lee Pappas at 8:31 AM
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
It saddens me deeply to report that artist Jack Hartigan has passed away.
Jack exhibited his large photographic works at the IUPUI Cultural Arts Gallery last year (where I am the curator) and was scheduled to do so again this winter. At Jack's request, his show was tentatively rescheduled for this spring because of his struggle with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma which sadly took his life this week. He was at peace.
Jack had amazing vision with his photographic works that were politically poignant delving into the touchy subjects of contemporary civil rights issues while all the while being very elegant and intelligent. Few artists in this city have had the depth of intellect and the artistic aptitude to not just tackle sensitive topic matter, but to make it approachable and beautiful. It was an honor to work with someone so gracious and thorough, and also to host the fruition of his ideas. I'm thrilled IUPUI hosted his challenging work. The angel piece above was on the saucy side....so tarty of him!
Frank Ross (Assistant Vice Chancellor for Student Life and Diversity at IUPUI) and I had discussed making Jack our "resident artist" at the Cultural Arts Gallery because of his abilities, his standards, his personality. And, Jack liked the idea too. We had discussed transforming his photos into installations and performance pieces...we discussed a lot of ideas. Jack was always very inspired (thus inspiring me), so ideas were always forthcoming.
Jack's funeral will take place this Saturday, January 14, 1 p.m. at St. Mathews Church.
An exhibition of his work (venue to be determined) will be later this spring, with sales benefiting the Damien Center.
I wish I could have known him better, but I admired and respected the person I did know. Thank you Loral Tansy for being an angel.
May his memory be eternal.
Posted by Mary Lee Pappas at 11:36 PM