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Ellen
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biographical
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artwork
interview clips
artist's statement
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Wagener was born in Maquoketa, Iowa, in 1964. She grew up in DeWitt,
Iowa, the second of four children. After attending Marycrest College
in Davenport and the University of Iowa, she settled on the Corcoran
School of Art in Washington, D.C. from which she received her B.F.A.
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living in Colorado and Hawaii, she eventually moved back to her hometown.
She taught briefly at Marycrest in 1993, but decided to return to
making art full-time. She has one son and is in a committed relationship.
She is best known for her large pastel paintings of the Iowa landscape. |
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Everyday
Eden
copyright
© 1999 Ellen Wagener
All Rights Reserved |
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Harvest
Garden
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© 1999
Ellen Wagener
All Rights Reserved |
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Living
in My Own Private Iowa
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© 1995
Ellen Wagener
All Rights Reserved |
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Windrows
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© 1997 Ellen
Wagener
All Rights Reserved |
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| interview
clips (see also Making
Art in Iowa and Art &
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An
artist or a nun
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Creative
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Landscape
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Passion
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The
Midwest prairie is remarkable. By virtue of being uninterrupted
by mountains or an ocean coastline, the lasting delight for Midwest
spectators depends on discovering more than is expected. I became
interested in Midwest landscape painting because there were no confines
except the edge of the paper and an everchanging display of color,
rhythm, and texture out my front door.
Landscape
painting is a method that expresses my inner response to and reverent
feelings for nature. I look for connections between thingshow
one color flows into another, forms engage and separate, how one
point in space influences another. The changes focused along the
horizon are constant; they are governed by the seasons, the weather,
or the cyclical nature of the agrarian landscape. There are no grand
gestures, just subtle variations that, when combined, create a certain
splendor inherent only to the Midwest landscape. I am seduced by
the direct sensual colors and geometric patterns of the cultivated
land.
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convey in my paintings what is most pleasurable to me, such as discovering
tenuous beauty in spontaneous cloud formations, and the repetition
of endless corn and soybean rows captured on a rolling landscape.
The overhead view is a critical element in my artistic sanity. After
hibernating in the Rockies and five claustrophobic years in Washington,
D.C., the panoramic Midwest skyline was a welcome retreat.
I
think this area is rich. It sheds its skin a minimum of four times
a year. Watching the corn grow and beans yellow under the saffron
sun is a rigorous pasttime if you are paying attention. My paintings
are about a presence, or a sense of place, rather than a specific
site. They offer the viewer an opportunity for a second glance,
something often missed while travelling the highway in a climate-controlled
car.
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Olson-Larsen
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West Des Moines, Iowa
Hudson River Gallery, Iowa City, Iowa
van de Griff Gallery, Santa Fe, New Mexico
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An
artist or a nun
I
remember making the bed with my mom when I was about three years old,
and I remember announcing to her that I would either be an artist or
a nun. That was it. I was raised in a family that was Catholic, and
I thought the two highest things that you could do with your life were
to be an artist or a nun.
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The
creative process
The
creative process for me really begins in springtime when I start noticing
crops coming up. In the spring and the summer and until the early fall
when it's warm and beautiful out, I get up in the morning and as I said,
I like to go running. Then I like to drive in the car. I take a camera
with me and sometimes a box of pastels and some paper, and I just start
driving the country roads, in no particular direction at all.
So
I take a lot of photographs, and I make a lot of sketches, and sometimes
I do some small paintings when I'm in the car. Then I come back to my
studio with those sketches and those colors and often samples of grass
or corn or anything that I wanted to take from the landscape physically.
I'm
not a painter who dillydallies around a lot. I don't make ten sketches
of the place and decide. I get the piece of paper out, and if I have
a clump of grass and six color markings on a piece of paper and maybe
a photograph as a blueprint to remember what went where, I start working
immediately. My sketch is the final piece that you see.
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Landscape
I'm
hoping that people will more look at the landscape after they see my
work. Because when you see a big painting, you have time to stop and
reflect and to look at it and to ask yourself questions, and yet people
don't do that when they're outside looking at the same landscape I'm
looking at. So I really want them to go away with a more open sense
of looking at the sky and the clouds, and change of season and color
and texture, and what colors the beans changefrom emerald green
in the summer, to a saffron yellow, and then to deep rusty reds in the
fall.
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Passion
via painting
I
can't tell you the number of times I've screamed out loud in the country
and in my studio how happy I am and how much I love my life, and how
beautiful this location is. It's kind of how I express my spiritual
self and how I find the spirit in me.
If
at the end of my life I had to watch a quick video of my life, I want
to be able to know that while I was spending eight hours in my studio
that I was feeling pretty good while I was doing it. And I do most of
the time. I think that's what I was really destined to do, and I'm going
to do it with as much passion as I possibly can. I want to find passion
in my life, and I do via painting. And I'm pretty lucky that I get to
do that everyday.
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