Welcome to the Souterrain Gallery
a dependance of The Wish House
With our new expanded space of the Souterrain Gallery we are aiming to ad a more public exhibit space , meeting place & venue for a variety of concepts to Cornwall in particular West Cornwall's town center that with the Covered Bridge and bucolic setting is a natural attraction for visitors from near and far.
The Space is to convey what a segment of Cornwall is all about, Art and Art on all levels.
We hope and wish to exhibit works by our vast variety of area artists to share their love and pride of inhabiting this part of the world.
Please enjoy!
Souterrain Gallery Hours: Thursday - Sunday 11:00 - 5:00
Coming November 30. Robert Adzema , Watercolors , Cornwall Covered Bridge and Barns
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September 28. - November 17.
Paint the Churches .....or your sacred place in Cornwall in collaboration with the Cornwall Association |
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August 10. - September 22.
Patrice Allison Galterio Cut & Paste : A Show of Collages Artist's Reception August 10. 3 - 6 pm Bio: Patrice has had a creative force within it feels, all her adult life. Certainly early, with music and fashion then art and design. All this creativity is self guided and self taught, she is a folk artist at heart. Professionally she has been a graphic artist for more than thirty years. Another creative outlet is the hunt vintage goods and she had a little shop in Pawling for two years buying and selling unique and whimsical finds. In 2006, Patrice co-founded the Kent Film Festival, as Creative and Organizing Director, she provided Creative Direction promoting the event and Organizing Direction coordinating the films, filmmakers, receptions, screening and workshops. Collage has been a constant creative outlet for many years. |
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Shaun MacDavid:
Trees June 15. - August 4, Although Shaun has been a figurative painter for years, this most recent work is best described as abstract. However, it draws heavily on the colors, forms, and rhythms found in nature. The work invokes the spirit of a place, telling its particular memory and impression that forms over time. This new work is inspired by the artist Joan Mitchell, who was part of the New York School, but who spent the bulk of her career in France; as well as the artist Grace Hartigan, also of the New York School. However, Shaun’s unique style and sense of color stand out as her own. |
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Home & Away
Watercolors by Ellen Moon April 20. - June 2. ELLEN MOON:PLEIN AIR WATERCOLORS
For the last 30+ years I have been a fairly serious Sunday and vacation painter of landscapes in watercolor, but I have never had an easy time dealing with the local landscape. What I liked to paint were expanses of sea, sky or mountains. In northwest Connecticut we are surrounded by a beautiful but complicated landscape, full of masses of vegetation. In 2004 I decided I should conquer my fear of the local landscape and so set myself the task of making a painting a day of the countryside of Cornwall and its surrounding area. This has been a very enjoyable and rewarding project. For me, painting has become a form of meditation, and hour in the day when I have to concentrate on one thing and one thing only. It is literally impossible to multitask while painting! My daily efforts have also been a form of exercise—visual push ups. I find that after these years of observation I am more aware of daily, even hourly changes in the light and color of my surroundings. Even in January, when the watercolors began to freeze inside the car, I have always been happy to spend that hour painting what was in front of me. I am in love with the fields of this corner of the world. Many of these paintings were made in the field in front of the house where I grew up. This field is, without doubt, my favorite place in the world. A field can be an expansive mirror of the sky or a small room in the woods. It can be bounded by trees, water, mountains, or only the sky itself. Dramas of light and shadow occur at the edges of fields, or around the islands of rocks and copses that sail through their midst. Seasons bring change, but now I see the longer changes that happen from year to year. A tree falls and light comes to a new place. A wet summer comes and fields that were last year an open floor of green become now a textured wall of flowers. If there is a snowy winter, when the snow melts the field is a lake of lavender reflecting the setting sun. A dry winter brings standing red flames of grass in the low light. For this show I have also included paintings from some of the wild and beautiful places that my husband, Dave Colbert, and I have had the pleasure of visiting in the last few years. |
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Lazlo Gyorsok
& The Housatonic Camera Club The Magic Corner captured and other fantastic imagery 10.13. - 12.31.2018 |
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Madeline Stenson Deluge
In this body of work, Madeline Stenson works primarily with pen/gel pen, pencil, colored pencil and marker on paper. Madeline is attempting to visually organize her feelings of anxiety, fear, stress, and depression through making these line drawings. At the same time, producing these works is highly meditative for her. The organized chaos of line-work function as a documentation of the artist’s thought process. Madeline wants to continue exploring how detailed lines and maze-like patterns can abstractly symbolize feelings of anxiety and still seem controlled when taken in as a whole image. Madeline is an artist from Torrington, CT where she has a studio through the Five Points Launchpad. She graduated from the University of Hartford in 2017 with her BFA and a major in Sculpture and currently works as the Program Coordinator for the Northwest CT Arts Council. |
Peter Joslin Trout Markings and Landscapes
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Trout Markings and Landscapes
The origins of this show were small oil studies based on the extraordinary markings on brook trout (Salvelinus fontinalis.) These markings, both random and ordered, include vermiculation, parr marks, spots, and halos. The color is rich and varied and ranges from black to brown, ochre, moss green, blue and red. Fontinalis comes from the Latin for “of a spring or fountain”, a reference to the clear, cold water of its native habitat. These studies led to a six-year exploration of this subject in oil and watercolor. Coupled with this, my work based on landscape has been ongoing and some are included in this show. The work is modest in scale to promote intimate examination and reflection. The watercolors in this exhibition are intentionally unframed to enable the viewer to see the immediacy of the medium first-hand. I grew up in Connecticut, fishing and exploring brooks and streams. In 1993 I moved to northern Vermont, in close proximity to the Green Mountains and the National Forest. ************************************************** “Then, at the bottom of a small chute, I caught a nice brook trout. This is not the most common trout in Montana and, while its introduction was long ago, its accustomed venue is elsewhere. It is a wonderful thing to be reminded of the variety of beauties displayed in the quarry of trout fishermen. You want to cry, as a local auctioneer does at the sight of a matched set of fattened yearlings, “My, oh my!” The brook trout has a silky sleekness in the hand that is different from the feel of any other trout. Browns always feel like you expect fish to feel; rainbows often feel blocky and muscular; but the brook trout exists within an envelope of perfect northerly sleekness. He is a great original, to be appreciated poetically, for he is not a demanding game fish. Some of the most appalling arias in angling literature are directed at this lovely creature, who was with us before the ice age.” —Thomas McGuane, Fishing the Big Hole “Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.” —Cormac McCarthy, The Road |
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