Bulltrout

Title
Bulltrout
LC Subject
Painting Acrylic painting Human figure in art painting (image-making) paintings (visual works) acrylic paintings (visual works)
Creator
Gray, Don
Description
Two subtley rendered male forms emerge as well as an axe emerge from dark blocks of layered color. Bull Trout; Don Gray; acrylic on paper; 18.25 x 31 inches; © 1985 The Oregon Arts Commission has ten Regional Arts Councils that provide delivery of art services and information. The Council for this location is: Mid-Valley Arts. You may view their website at: http://www.oregonlink.com/arts/index.html
Location
Western Oregon University >> Polk County >> Oregon >> United States Polk County >> Oregon >> United States
Street Address
345 N. Monmouth Ave., Monmouth Oregon
Award Date
1985
Identifier
1989_wosc_dorm-vol-I_12_a01
Item Locator
GRA: 89-13
Accession Number
1989_wosc_dorm-vol-I_12_a01
Rights
In Copyright
Dc Rights Holder
Gray, Don
Type
Image
Format
image/tiff
Measurements
18.5 x 31 inches
Material
Painting acrylic on heavyweight rag barrier paper
Set
Oregon Percent for Art
Primary Set
Oregon Percent for Art
Relation
1989 WOSC (Western Oregon University) Dormitory, Vol. 1 (A-H) 1989_wosc_dorm-vol-I
Has Version
slide; color
Institution
Oregon Arts Commission University of Oregon
Note
This artwork was awarded in 1989 to Western Oregon State College (WOSC). WOSC became Western Oregon University in 1997. For a map of the campus, see http://www.wou.edu/wou/maps/ second floor lobby
Color Space
RGB
Biographical Information
Bulltrout is one of an ongoing series of paintings related to old family photographs. Such a strange experience, confronting ourselves in old snapshots. Our chuckle usually disguises a peculiar sense of unease. That's not me. Could that really be me? Yes, I remember trying to look manly and casual for the camera, while holding the biggest fish I'd ever caught. When I recall the glistening, fast-fading beauty of that wonderful trout's silver skin I'm still overwhelmed with contradictory emotions. And my father, years before I was born, caught almost unawares in camp at Francis Lake. His sidelong glance seems oblivious as it passes through time. How do I reconcile this image with the frail old man I see today, sitting quietly in his wheelchair? I have tried to stop reassuring myself that my paintings contain answers. I now see they are more like questions- questions posed against the complex and ultimately mysterious nature of life. To this end I have tried to let the ambiguous, the unknowable play a greater role in my art. It seems to me this more accurately reflects my experience of the world. (Gray, 1989.)