Robert Koepnick, sculptor
When I was in high school, my regular habit was to take the bus downtown from my suburban home outside Dayton, Ohio. After rambling about, I always went to the library to read and study.…
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Invisible art
Whenever I go to mass (I don't go as often as I should), I'm alert to the art in the church. Last winter, we made our first visit to Our Lady, Queen of the Most Holy…
In the (new) studio 11/16/2014
This is the first 'In the studio' update from the new studio. The Picnic has been thoroughly roughed-in and the over-painting is underway. The dark tones will be pushed next. The folding chairs in the…
Move-in day in the new studio
My first session in the new studio! In this photo, you can see two easels set up and ready to go. The third one is off the frame to the left. The old studio had…
Lake Erie gale
Me and the dog--the notorious Silky Terrier, Buddy--walked on the beach this morning. The violence of Lake Erie's gales always surprises those unfamiliar with the Great Lakes. During storms, the lake is nothing like the…
In the studio: 10/19/14
I worked on this small painting this morning. I am still working on the underpainting but it's far enough along to show. [caption id="attachment_4322" align="aligncenter" width="444"] On the easel: the unfinished 'John in a White…
Review: The Art of Slowing Down in a Museum
In her recent New York Times article, The Art of Slowing Down in a Museum, Stephanie Rosenbloom admonishes us to slow down when we visit museums. 20 minutes, she says, in front of a single work of…
Poem: From the backseat of my aunt’s Chevy
From the backseat her red hair an accusation. Thin, careworn, and cunning burnt forever by that long-ago season; she knows the wrong things. Dissolute pools trapping the blue sky, her mascara-smeared eyes lie, looking backly.…