She was a tough old painter who enjoyed a long and amazing evolution as an artist. She had a deep connection to nature; its nuances and riddles, digressions and mystery. She rendered these ideas with a kind of magic that was singular, and only like herself. A painting of spiders, colored like candy emerging from nesting boxes, is a particular favorite.
She once attended a talk I gave at Ox-Bow 25 years ago, which was full of my anti-academic, bloviating ridicule and it played well with the kids. She walked up to me and said “You know, you make a lot of noise, Buddy. If I were about a foot taller I might just poke you in the nose.”
I looked at her and replied, “Then I’m damned lucky that you have to stand on a box to kick a duck in the ass.” A smile crept across her face and she laughed.
It was the beginning of a friendship that lasted 30 years. This one is for her.
Godspeed Ellen Lanyon…