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Monday, April 16, 2012

NYC opening, solo show: Ashley Norwood Cooper

casein painting by ashley norwood cooper
Ashley Norwood Cooper, "Another Sad Song" (diptych), 2012,
casein, 48 inches by 72 inches

OPENING RECEPTION: Saturday, April 28, 3 - 5 pm
It's not easy to mount a solo show in New York City when you don't live there. I recommend this artist and show and hope that those of you who live in New York will support her by turning out for the reception. (Earlier I wrote about Ashley Norwood Cooper's solo show at the Earlville Opera House here.)

Otsego County Christmas
Otsego County Christmas
casein and pastel


“Down from the Hills,” an exhibition of paintings and works on paper of life in the Catskill Mountains by Ashley Norwood Cooper, will be on view at First Street Gallery from April 24 - May 19.

“Sometimes the country is scary” said the artist’s six year old son, staring out the car window one moonless night at crooked houses, abandoned barns and ancient hills. The feeling that he was expressing has been noted by artists and writers going all the way back to Washington Irving. The Catskills are strange, mystical and, frankly, a little creepy.

Ashley Norwood Cooper’s quirky, narrative paintings of rural family life capture that strangeness. In this exhibition families raise their children, weed their gardens, and go about their business while nature looms close and the skeletons of the past lurk never that far away.

Ms. Cooper lives in Cooperstown, NY with her husband, three children, two dogs, a cat, a gecko, a dove and a gerbil. This is her second show at First Street Gallery. A reception for the artist will be held Saturday, April 28 from 3-5 PM.

To see additional work by Ashley Norwood Cooper, visit:
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  1. Wish I were closer! And those Catskills sound inspiringly scary.

  2. Marja-Leena,

    You could come visit and be spooked by bats and rabid foxes in the village! Yes, we must learn to teleport. Vancouver is too far.

  3. Portland is also too far :(

    I find cities to be far creepier, having grown up in one... The country cousins are a simpler creepy, almost familiar.... I like her work and hope her show sells out!


  4. Yes, and as I said to other artists on facebook, please share the news with any friends in NYC who care about the arts!

  5. Wonderful stuff. It's hard for me to see the Catskills as creepy, as familiar and toothless as they are, though I never stayed in any of the famous Borsht Belt resorts.

  6. Oh, Ashley has a great angle of vision. In her cutaway houses series, there's always stuff going on in other rooms that is ominous or strange--and something is about to happen!

    Sort of like the way we were all having a pleasant summer day one day when a rabid fox strolled by, ran past a group of children, bit a nurse outside the old folks home, and then chomped on three more before being put down. (As the nurse was rather large, and rabies shots go by weight, she used up all the serum, and the others had to traipse off to FOX Hospital in Oneonta!)

  7. Her color choices remind me of André Derain.

    I saw a Derain in Baltimore years ago. It was a favorite image of mine, on loan from somewhere. A rather famous painting of London Bridge. The most striking aspect, other than the fabulous color, was 1) just how small the work was and 2) that it was mounted under glass, for preservation, I imagine.

    Despite that, I adored having a chance to see it live and not merely reproduced in a print or a magazine.

    I don’t think I grasped that your fair town is in the Catskills. I once drove through the Catskills and thought it would be a most congenial spot to make one’s home.

    Lucky you.

  8. Elsa Louise,

    I suppose you could say that we're where the Catskills die off and turn into the Adirondacks... Low hills around a lake.

    Yes, the real is always so much more gripping than an image of it can convey!

    Got up to order a birthday cake--and now, back to bed.


Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.