Sheboygan Visual Artists

Edward Wittrock

I am Edward Wittrock,and this is an artists statement, which is handy because, I have been an artist and a regional historian for sixty years. To my knollege Many folks that have seen my art have gone on to live practically normal lives.  I now draw, paint (in several styles) and do Graphic art and design. Back when we had to chase the dinosaurs out of the garden. I had professors that taught us to streach our own canvases and prep them with 8 or 10 layers of rabbitskin glue, (we didn't have the electric telivsion insted we listened to the radio.) for gesso, we used the glue to act as a support. We were taught how to grind our own pigments, to which we added to the yolks of eggs. Our white was zinc oxide, and senna was iron oxides. It was very time consuming, but we learned how to do it all. The thing was you see, we learned a craft and a discipline.

Today many artists quote Corbet, who suggest that disaplines and training stunt the creative process, Pshaw!.  I must admit that I an guilty of being one of those other evil academically trained artists. In fact a critic once wrote that my art is at best" bucolic realism" or "He ventures into the tritist Americana? Tish-tosh! What is so bad about americana?  What is humorous is that he thought those were critisisms. My heros are such notables as Thomas Hart Benton, Fairfield porter, The Weythes, George Bellows, Edward Hopper, and John Slone. My aesthetic Philosophy is that "The soul of the artist and nature must exist in unison'  I have found that non-objective art forms give way to having the viewer become lost in a morass of "Gosh what is the artist up to?"  Which traps the audience in a guessing process that invarably becomes more important than the work it self. I for one Want the viewer to grasp what is in my soul and vision, without complex intrepretations. We need to embrace nature and the enviornment. However since we have moved away from an agrarian society, contemporary life has become incompatable with the enviornent. We have fallen away from water driven; mills, when horsepower ment horsepower, cooperage, blacksmiths, maple syrup or sugar shacks, bee keeping, covered bridges, family run farms, apple orchards, and cheese factories.  All of these have fallen away from the midwestern panarama. I have teased others that my art is a sort of watercolor, oil, or Acrylic anthropology, and perhaps that is the truth. I hope my art reflects a wealth of culture, identity and history, to work as a tool to convey messages from our past. A small farm, mill or cheese factory that is precious to another  citizen of this state, may be your favorate as well. Please enjoy our trip down memory lane. Perhaps you may have visited or remembered one of these sites that I have attempted to bring  to your recollection.

If you are moved by my art you can reply by emailing:

Phone: (920) 377-1425

P.S. I will now go and feed my dinosaurs in the back garden.

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