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Portrait Artist's Aren't "REAL" Artists!

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I've cut and pasted a very, very early work of Mr. Jones, a rather personal "portrait" above.  It is from his 2013 catalog entitled Jones III available in PDF form here. It is a current oeuvre.

Earlier this year, I was on an art forum.  An artist was complaining that portrait artists were "stuck up" and full of themselves...and rich, but not "real" artists given free rein of the imagination.

Artists who masterfully execute beautiful renditions of truth,  not the "real" ones who use shock and awe to increase sales, are born, not made.  Often, dyslexics go into art as they "think in pictures" naturally.  A fine portrait artist, Bernard Aimé Poulin, said that he was dyslexic towards faces, prosopagnosia.  He could not recognize faces....yet, he did gorgeous work, stunning, really  (Dame Lois Brown Evans, DBE, JP ).  I feel this "thinking in pictures" is the reason for Poulin's success...but the critique was it didn't seem to be a possibility. Oh, well, he's not a 'real artist' anyway...


The Right of Spring: Leonard Bernstein

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March 21, 2013:
Sorry to write again but you and Ben watch this when you've time. (Joel too.) It is Leonard Bernstein conducting 'kids' in Germany at a rehearsal of Stravinsky's 'Right Of Spring". (another Russian composer.) I met Bernstein in the later 80's and he actually talked to me. Afterwards, he put his hand on my face and looked at me before he went to meet others. I was with William Schuman at his Third Sym. that L.B. had just conducted. They were great friends. Bernstein was talking to me with a cigarette almost entirely smoked down in less than 30 seconds it took to get from our seats to back stage. The ash was as tall as the cigarette was long so maybe he didn't puff on it too much. You can hear he was a smoker (big time) in his voice in this video. I'm sure that was what killed him with his lungs so bad. I am only 3 years younger than he was when he died....but I've never smoked. This is why rehearsals are so important to me (and to most who should know that) when I went to school. You learn so much more than you do when you just listen to a finalized recording. That's important if you have more than a passing fancy for music. At some point you'll have to get a good (a GOOD!) CD system. Cook Joel's favorite dinner and then ask him.........and hear music. To me there is nothing better. I have all of Mahler's Syms. by Bernstein (on record, not CD) and always hope to hear them again."



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Separate Skies

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This picture (to be clear) I got off the net today.[Mr. Jones is speaking of the photograph  avaliable by clicking in the title "152 Battery..."below: Rose] What I worked from for the painting is from my own pictures I took I think in the early to middle 80's. I don't have them anymore. I know I edited them a lot for the painting. I don't think 'blog' at all so I'll leave that for you. I didn't want to imply that I got the idea for the painting from this picture. I did from my own back in the late 80's. S.Skies is the largest painting I ever did.........4 by 6 feet. I had to buy a new easel for it. I am in touch with the wife of the guy who payed me for the piece back then. They've gotten a divorce 5 or ten years ago and I wanted to see if she still had it or he took it. He commissioned me to paint one for him (S.Skies) and one for her September Setting. He left her for a younger woman. To bad, I loved them as a couple. They have one of the nicest houses in Short Hills, NJ. It got a six page spread in a NJ mag back in I think 1991. They had their decorator design the room around MY painting. The colors of red.




By the way, The painting Separate Skies was from Burlington, Vermont. It was Emile Dupont's store originally  and it was about to be torn down or rebuild at the time. It was facing Lake Champlain and a few buildings away from the gentrification effort. This was around 1980 when I saw it. I didn't do the painting until 1989.
This is what Burlington turned it into. It's nice.

152 Battery- Emile Dupont Building by Doug Porter  (click link to see original building
"The Emile Dupont Roofing Company building at 152 Battery is a two-story brick-veneered block with flat roof and Italianate bracketed cornice. The street-level storefront features transomed entrances and large display windows situated beneath a decorative horizontal band that imitates the building cornice. This structure quite possibly includes pre-1830 fabric. The current façade is certainly from a later date,1 but a building of approximately this size and shape has occupied this location since 1830, and appears on the Walling and Birds Eye View maps. The National Register nomination gives an approximate construction date of 1875, though this attribution is apparently style-based. Earlier in the century, the building served as a granary. During a recent site visit, early hand-hewn beams were discovered in the cellar, supporting a newer floor frame. These beams indicate a construction date prior to 1875, and it is possible that some of the pre-1830 building survives in the form of foundation stonework and building frame."

[Direct link to original webpage is in title: please credit Doug Porter.]


The artist's easel...The Tree

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Mr. Jones studio is in Jersey City, New Jersey.  Early on, he sent me a picture of his "window farming", showing although he spends most of his day in the apartment, rather than outdoors, he has no lack of greenery in his life. He tends people with the same care he does his plants.




The old American flag has been moved from his living room to his studio.  








"...I'm starting (the tree drawing) with the trunk and then many limbs. Right now it looks like an octopus laid out on the sand. I've never tried drawing a tree in detail and it's all new ground. It's the tree in early spring before the leaves but ground foliage has started. The main problem I have is that the tree will look like a dead tree if I ever get that far. Every minute I'm working on it I think I should call it a day and start something else. I was watching History Channel's show(s) on DaVinci and it turns out he started many drawings that he never finished. I'm like that too but I try not to follow through with the thought. So I'll keep working on it a little more and then start another vase. (the third) Back to the tree. It is out now in full leaves as it is almost summer. There are more leaves on that tree than I thought was possible because it is so healthy and there are so many branches. It is short too as you would think of Maples or Oaks. It looks like a big bonsai tree if you see the whole thing. So I may put on a few buds or little leaves so it doesn't look dead. I don't want that. I pass the real one almost every day for the past ten years and it's become part of my agenda. I don't even know what kind of tree it is but it is entirely pink in late April. So maybe it's in the fruit tree family. It is VERY gnarly. There are a hundred small branches and thousands of twigs. Why do I do this?"

" Here's the tree as of yesterday. It is now about 1/3 done. Mostly secondary branches to go and then putting in bark detail. I'm still not working full time on it so I'm guessing I have two months to go. "  (Correspondence  6/14/13)

                              Detail of tree from original photo (Correspondence 6/16/2013)

"Here's a section of the tree I'm drawing a version of. I've never seen somany branches or twigs. I'm not drawing many of them but I just wanted to show you what I'm making up the drawing from. I am using the base of the tree as true but the rest is made up.
Just taking a brake. "


Jersey City Tree June 22, 2014












 April by Carroll Jones III (taken from notecard correspondence)

The American Front Porch: How It Came About. by Rose Walker

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(The following was meant to be published on the Hoboken Patch 7/18/2013, but through unforeseen circumstances was not allowed)

     The porch for many years was considered a distinctly American structure, starting in the 1840's, but it's beginnings are not American. Ancient Greece had the portico, and Rome, the veranda, and they surrounded a private courtyard. Public buildings in the middle ages might have surrounded a piazza, or public square, but private homes had no such area. In America, the first appearance of a porch was among the shotgun houses of the South, originally built as slave quarters. The porch had its roots in the traditional housing of the Yoruba people of Nigeria, where a common courtyard of many homes was lined by a constructed overhang supported by wooden columns from the roof of each home. It was a place to work, rest, and socialize outside of the private home. It was the part of the home that was open to non-family members. When slaves arrived in America in the 1600's, they were given the task of building their own homes. With social cohesion discouraged by slave owners, they built the same kind of houses, only separated. Still, the porch served as a liaison between the private house and the public areas.
     The heat of the long summers in the south encouraged whites to build homes with porches, also. As with all things southern, it had its own particular informal laws of sociability. Only the inhospitable refused to wave at all passers-by. By the 1840's, on the east coast, industrialization had created a new middle class, who had the wealth to build larger homes, and had time at the end of the day to visit. A cultural movement, helped by the Hudson River School of Artists, promoted the American landscape as a divine manifestation. Victorian homes with their gingerbread ornamentation idealized the natural bridge between the garden and the house. It was a domestic architecture that differentiated America from England, a desired effect. Brownstones built from the Passaic formations deposited 200 million years ago held the answer to NYC and the surrounding areas need for community, where a city's own rules of etiquette applied in the 1890's through the 1930's. Truncated porches or stoops holding man-made seats served as outdoor living rooms when a cool breeze was available in the summertime. Similar stone houses filled neighborhoods in cities throughout the land. It took nearly 100 years, but by the 1930's the porch began to fall out of style. By the 1950's and the rise of the automobile, they all but disappeared. In the cities, streets widened to accommodate automobiles and their parking slots, and the congestion made porches considerably less desirable. Television brought the world to the family inside the home. Ranch style homes with attached garages meant the inhabitants might not ever have to leave the comforts of air-conditioned areas in the late 1970's. At the same time, high-rise apartments with protected parking underground served the same purpose in the city. Not surprisingly, a culture of fear and mistrust on the news made to sensationalize viewers and increase profits lead previously friendly neighbors to trust each other a little less. The porch, the symbol of the open American way of life and love of the natural, fell into either disregard or disuse in all but the smallest towns and older neighborhoods. The modern American way of life had no need for it.

     In the 1980's among Urban planners a strange thing began happening in the suburbs. Rather than row upon row of cracker-box houses, an attempt began to plan community within even suburban areas. Requiring sidewalks and allowing mixed zoning have allowed neighborhoods to spring up, where a casual sense of community ties has literally been planned for. Shops and sidewalks, community gathering spots and shaded porches allow neighbors to once again know and greet neighbors. Gentrified neighborhoods of the past regain their liveliness, and those proud communities share their bond in outdoor living.

     Carroll Jones III, American artist, has a feeling of the spirit of the times depicted by the front porch which he shows in this work, Home. Many artists would have filled in with their own vision of humanity the persons belonging in this place, this spot between private and public lives. In an uncanny ability to shake our memories loose, he has filled in all but our loved ones. We do that ourselves. Dad smoking his cigar, and mama rocking the grand-babies...we see it in an ethereal sense, even if we don't visualize them. We as humans, have responsibilities to ourselves, our families, and our community. Nothing signifies this more than the front porch, which encompasses all our worlds, and holds the same ancestral sense of belonging. When we see it, we know we aren't far from home.
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Notes:
"THE AMERICAN FRONT PORCH Its Origins and Role in American Culture."Http://www.mediabistro.com. N.p., n.d. Web. <http://www.mediabistro.com/portfolios/samples_files/44376_ZyIAgfMjxIHh2KlpIoj4SyTMA.pdf>.
"Brownstone."Wikipedia. Wikimedia Foundation, 07 July 2013. Web. 18 July 2013. <http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brownstone>.
Rueb, Emily S. "Savoring the Illicit Thrill of a Glass of Something, Outside."NY Times. 18 Aug. 2012. Web. 18 July 2013. <http://www.nytimes.com/>.


Work In Progress:

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architectural graphite drawing of house, work in progress, realism




"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work."
Architectural realism, white house attic, chipping paint, red roof, open window below peak, blue sky





old white house attic window, open, cobalt  blue sky, triangle roof

"It's funny that you bring up Alizarin Crimson. Right now I'm think of putting in curtains in the one window in the painting with the cobalt blue sky. It's not a sure thing yet but the thought of doing a red, white and blue painting is hitting me over the head. Alizarin Crimson is the base color (deep red as you know) but the curtains will have to be much warmed up as the sun is affecting it's shade. I certainly wouldn't have cobalt blue walls in my house or alizarin Crimson's shades around the place but put in a painting would work as a color scheme. Right now there will be the same blue reflected in the window going down to the red curtains but it's all up in the air. Another thought was to put clouds in lower in the back as if a front is coming in but that thought is fading. Another thought was to put a young tree in on the left side so it would show a lot of dappled shadows and light going down the front of the house. The color of the porch shingles is very rough. It is a base for the faded shingles that will come. It will turn almost into a gray but I wanted to have that rust or coral color for a base. Right now, if I put in crimson curtains, it will compete with that color too much as it is......as it never was to be either. Interesting fact: If you take Rembrandt Alizarin Crimson and Rembrandt Green and mix equal amounts of each together, you get 'space' black...the blackest black possible in oil paint. You don't have to buy black if you have the other two colors. I have a tube of black which isn't as good at all but it's because I'm too lazy. I used to sharpen my pencils with an Exacto knife too but now I use a good electric sharpener. I'm so lazy. so lazy. The 'spirit' has left me long ago. It's the same as why buy a thing of broccoli when it comes in a plastic package ready for the microwave? None of the house is done....especially the window and all the clapboards. The brown at the bottom is still the tone on the canvas...no paint yet. 10 days so far."
Cobalt sky, old white house attic window, curtains, filligree from top of porch showing
the attic
"I forget that you put what I say on the blog. I do write to you (first) and don't think about it anywhere past that point. If I thought it would be put on a blog, hard copy, I would work hours with a thesaurus and dictionary first. I hope I didn't say anything controversial. I painted in some reflective sky in the window last night and I'll try to take a picture of it today outside......it's much better than the indoor photo I took yesterday morning. I hate the glare I get from the art lamp in here (the studio)"



original oil, architectural and realistic Wyeth style old white house with roof, tree shading front
The Attic

(The Attic, original oil, has been sold.  The door is green in the finished work.)



The Barber Shop again.  I knew it had a deep black to it.  I went back to see...


" I honestly don't remember but there is a good chance I did. 99 percent chance since I always mixed more colors then. This is NOT to say that I don't today. I mix hundreds of colors still but since black comes already made in a tube, I buy that to save 10 seconds off of my life. However, I never use pure black in anything I paint so the black in Barber Shop was probably very dark blue or purple or brown. But still R.G and R. A.C. too for the most part. Maybe I'll start using it again. It's like the vegetables....you grow them but I buy in microwave bags since it saves me so much time as that is what most old people do. I don't feel old, but I am."

Two Windows... How An Idea Begins.

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Email dated September 2, 2012

"Two Windows is a drawing that I'm working on to take a deserved break on the geranium painting. It's NOT finished by half, at least. It's totally made up. I'm sure there are windows like that in Kansas. And New England. Percy, the red cat might go into the window on the right. There is a lot more area on the bottom that doesn't show in the picture. I don't know what I'm going to do with that but I'm just getting light and shade right first."

Still a work-in-progress, Percy comes alive in the window, and the beginning of the weeds on the bottom of the drawing.

Arrangement with Percy and Two Windows


" The drawing of Percy and the two windows was just opened an hour ago. It's been at the framer's for two months and I just got it back. I have the note card in front of me and I kept thinking it was too light and I didn't spend enough time filling it in. But I just saw the original and was taken back. It is very good. I'm relieved. Two months without seeing a work gives you a new perspective. I feel a little sorry each day I drive back from Target's because I see where I got the weeds for the drawing. It's the house that had them all ripped out and put in concrete. It was so much better with the weeds."

So there you have it. Who knows where an artist's inspiration will come from? Jones knows it in his mind's eye., before he begins to put pencil to paper.  He pieces it together, some based on reality, some based on creativity.  Can you see Albrecht Durer's has deeply influenced Mr. Jones depiction of the weeds? Durer was a Northern Renaissance painter, a great artist and "I think he was around 500 years ago. So advanced. I have studied him for my 'weeds' for years.", Jones says. His spirit lives on in artists like Carroll Jones III and shevaun.  Many artists chase novelty, some require excellence of themselves.  The novel artists appeal to that which has never been done before. The classical artist stands on the shoulders of giants, and moves one step forward.

The Wagon Wheel

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I do believe the window is symbolic of Mr. Jones, his psychological well-being.  He will not disclose the least meaning of most of his work.  He prefers the ideas come alive in the mind of the veiwer, and feels the interpretation lies solely in the eyes of the beholder.

However...notice the profound clarity of the wheel, and especially of the plants below.  The window is softly sketched, while they are carefully drawn with precision, as is most of his work.  I happen to know at the time he was undergoing a health crisis.  I've never asked him why the disparity in the objects in the drawing.  I don't think he would tell. Ever true to his nature, he took one day off to rest.


wagon wheel and window, graphite drawing by Carroll JonesIII





Original Art by Carroll Jones III  a triad of window, wheel and weeds drawing Untitled
If interested in this original work, contact Mr. Jones  at  cjones3rd@gmail.com

Meeting Copland...and MANY others. Mr. Jones and Music.

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Aaron Copland conducting an orchestra at age 75
Aaron Copland














William Schuman, friend of Aaron Copland and Carroll Jones III wrote a tribute to Copland, available at
http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/collections/copland/acbirth4.html







Correspondence from Mr. Jones:
"How does your garden grow?" Did you get the fence up? I didn't know Copland (I want to put an 'e' in it every time.) I was invited by Schuman to his Third Symphony at Lincoln Center. I sat with Schuman in the composer's box and Copland sat behind me. I only said hello to him at the beginning when Schuman introduced me (and to Ned Rorem too) and maybe a few head nods after intermission. Copland and Rorem sat behind me. ... I loved these people from the 50's to today and I made the penetration into the intelligent musical elite NY crowd all my my own doing. I never saw Copland in person before that day or after, just on stage conducting or talking. It was Schuman who made the continued friendship with me. That's what stymies me. I was not an intellectual equal to him at all....but he must have seen my true love of his music was there. I had heard his Third Sym on the radio several times and loved it. This must have been in the sixties. I don't remember now. I know I heard his music in the 50's and early sixties and loved it where if anyone else was listening to classical music at all, it was Brahms or Beethoven. I listened to Glenn Miller and Tommy Dorsey (I was really after them in age) and then Stan Kenton. My mind was learning big band and band jazz. When I heard Schuman, I could tell his knowledge of jazz was there. Not obviously, but so intelligently there. That was my secret world. Copland, Schuman and Charles Ives were rock stars. In school it was Buddy Holly, Chubby Checker, Frankie Avalon and so on. I lived with it but never with a whole heart. Who was I to bring up Aaron Copland...? Later in junior and senior year some friends of mine listened to Ella Fitzgerald and some of her elk. At least that. I never loved the rock and roll group or the 'classical' group. The real American sound of contemporary music and jazz was the real stuff for me. The four and five year stint I spent in college, I was always down at the music school and never was 'pulled' into the music of Beethoven or Hayden. The black kids who played jazz for the most part was the highlight of my life back then. The orchestra sometimes played contemporary music which I loved but my real love for the 'moderns' would come later. Who knows how all that happens? It just did to me. And it still is happening. While writing and re-reading this email it falls short. I could (and should) elaborate on the past (my past) because all of what went on went on almost daily through the months and years of childhood. Not in a few sentences as it sounds like today. I'm glad you are interested. I haven't met anyone who is. One exception: Marion Filler.......she asked me question after question. She really wanted to know. She was like you are now. The first time I ever met Schuman was at the premier of his Ninth Sym. I wasn't crazy about it. But there was chunks of Schuman in it. He was the busiest man I ever knew. At Intermission, I met his wife Frankie when she was walking out to the front. I stopped her and we talked for about 5 minutes until her husband came up to us with Morton Gould, his friend at that concert and a composer also....(I don't care for his music.) Schuman and his wife talked to me for another 5 minutes and I felt so blessed. It wasn't just a cold fish hand shake and moving on. He and Frankie were so interested in me. I told them I had work at the Coe Kerr Gallery (a biggie in NYC then) and they both agreed they would go. I got a letter from them a little later that they did go and would like me to do a painting for them. A red storefront. But I never did. My fault. I am so angry now with the way I was back then. There was always next week, next month. Life would last forever. And, it doesn't, I learned later. I was invited to go to Lenard Bernstein's Christmas party and I didn't go. (I think I may have told you that.) I'm not trying to earn points by telling you that but it shows the dullard I actually am. That's where it starts. Networking is what they call it now. Although I shutter to think that I would be part of that. Just to be near L.B. and listen to his voice would have been the world to me...even to sit by the edge of the room like a failure at a high school party."

The Poor Man's Andrew Wyeth

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 Within three days, a transfomation has taken place.



Original graphite drawing, day 1, by artist Carroll Jones II
red water bucket Nov.2 2013


Working 8 hours a day, 7 days a week, no vacations, no flashy style of living like the "avant-garde"


original graphite drawing, day 4, by Carroll Jones III
red water bucket Nov. 5


"Here is the latest on the Red Water Bucket. I know, it isn't Red. Maybe it won't be in the end but I swear the original is red. I got this far and like what the graphite pencil is doing without any color. Color pencil drawings are almost all the time drawn in first with regular pencil and color is added later. But this 'feels' like a Andrew Wyeth drawing and I like it that way. I don't know what the final version will sell for but I am the poor man's Andrew Wyeth. He was getting millions for originals before he died and I think that was just. He deserved it too. If a foot ball player can get that sort of payment, a great artist can get that too. There are thousands of foot ball players and only one Andrew Wyeth. "


Stephen Sondheim

On Becoming an Artist: If You Can't Be a Jazz Pianist...

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"I played piano....I tried anyway. I took lessons for years, a decade at least, but it was so hard with dyslexia as you can guess. The school found out I had dyslexia when I couldn't see the blackboard unless I pinched my fingers with both hands in front of my eyes. Some smart teacher saw me and brought it to someone's attention and they called the house. My parents didn't have a clue. I was about 7 to ten. I don't remember exactly at all. I went for an eye test and that doctor found out about the dyslexia. I remember the dyslexia lessons I had for a year but not my age then.  I only wanted to be a jazz pianist but you had to go through all classical lessons first and I totally agreed. In high school I was goalie on the socker team and my little finger was kicked so hard it was broken backwards. I went to the emergency room of course but it was never fixed correctly. So with dyslexia and not the correct reach I faded out of the piano playing except for amusement. I still could have been a jazz pianist but it really took so much work that I wasn't cut out for. I had to face that fact. "

"I don't know when I got that 'thing' to say what you'll do when you'll grow up. I didn't do anything serious until I was a teenager and went to my father's art classes. I didn't have to go but somehow I was good at art probably because my father was around the house much of the time. (not all of the time). I ended up going to art school but I really didn't fit in. I liked the way I thought and didn't like anything the teachers did...that were teaching us. I just faked it. When I went to music school to sketch the kids in practice rooms I became animated and more human. They let me try to enter the school (music) but told me later (after the audition, piano) to stay in the art school. They were right too. I would be a much better artist than I would be a pianist. But few had better ears than I. It all worked out well. I am a good artist and I spend my days listening to CD's."

On Light, part II

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Quite Spring Original Oil by Carroll Jones III "rustic white shed with pale blue iris"
QUIET SPRING
Midsummer Sun Original oil by Carroll Jones III  "double white doors with red geranium"
MIDSUMMER SUN


First Frost, Original oil by Carroll Jones III "bay window with copper roof on white house" 
FIRST FROST

For the reader, a look at the season's of light.

White- Yellow- Blue.

Pulaski Skyway--Living Across the River--Accolades to NYC.

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Library of Congress Photo Taken of the Pulaski Skyway in 1978
Photo taken from Library of Congress 1978
"I live in the top left hand quarter just a tiny spec. It's not even in the picture. I've been over the Pulaski Skyway a thousand times in my life but not for the last 15 years. I am scared to death because of anxiety in the car of the thing. This is only a partial view of it too. If I lived on the other side of my building, I could through a tomato on any car. (I would never do that, why waste a tomato?) I can't hear any of the traffic either as I'm sure you can if you live on the north side of this building. This is a more interesting email than the last one was, don't you think? Sorry the picture is so big but I don't know how to make it smaller the way I'm sending this."
"... I'm very happy though. I have a roof over my head. I can see The Empire State Building in the fall and winter from my bedroom. That makes me happy. I can see it with the leaves gone from trees across the street. It's a battery to me. " (from earlier correspondence.)

"This is how I learned NYCity. I went in the late 40's and 50's from NJ and got to know it then. I lived there in 1945 and 6 and then again in 1963. I love the music with this video although it's not part of my collection. More of a respect.
1940 New York City

http://videos.real.com/v/8tjnng-1940-new-york-city  (Gorgeous photo montage)




Current Work in Progress: The Shore House--Added Bonus ~* New Jersey Christmas Spirit*~!!!

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"old white house small painting" original sketch, work in progress, by Carroll Jones III
"I'm sending this to you without the toner. I was afraid after the toner it might not be clear as the toner is sometimes too dark. The lines on the original are all straight..the camera is too close and causes curved lines. I can't think of what's that's called. I'll think of the word later." (11/27/13)





"old white house front" photograph used for w.i.p. by Carroll Jones III
"Can you see the house? It opens very small here but I can enlarge it a little in the program. It is the Front of the house (here) that I'm doing in the next painting from the second floor. I took out the chimney and made a few other little adjustments. I have the painting toned and the sky is in full." (11/28/13)



Work in Progress: Original oil painting, in time, of house by the sea by Carroll Jones III
work in progress:  The shore house
" Here, as promised, is the latest pic of the shore house. I don't know at all what the finished title will be but I'm calling it the shore house for the file. It's hard to paint because it's so small and it's all wet and so I can't touch it. I can't 'noodle' on it yet. Sea grass will look so good if I get it right. I wanted to do some little touch ups before I sent but I have to go to the doctor's now and don't have time. I dread that because it will take hours before I got home. Just sitting in the waiting room gets my BP up. Then I have to go to Target's to walk. " (12/2/13).

Work in Progress, the shore house, by Carroll Jones III, original oil painting of white house, in stages
the shore house, Dec. 5, 2012
"You'll see an updated version of the shore house this morning. I'm doing little bits and pieces on it while doing other things here. White takes weeks to dry so that gives me a little trouble. but so far all is okay. I think I'm going to try to restretch the painting in it's new stretchers today. I have a little jar of Cobalt dryer but I don't want to add another chemical to the paint. I picked out the frame yesterday but I have an email in to the frame shop to cancel it."




Work in Progress oil painting by Carroll Jones III--an old white house by the seashore
The old white house Dec. 8,2013

 "Do I take the weekend off? Do I stop to smell the roses? NooOOOoooooooo. I work. I paint. I need to shave too. I still haven't set all my clocks back to the winter time. I have to water the plants too. I just work. Pity me. I have no life. Just work. At least I'm sitting down.

I forgot to tell you, I have a snowflake that lights up (for Christmas) that's been in my front window for December for 4 years. The strange thing about this place......a building with 146 units...........so many windows.........nobody else has a Christmas decoration at all. No one! I hope this is not 'the future'. If you stand across the street and look back....just my snowflake is shining down on the rest of humanity. "
Shore House #7 --Work In Progress by Carroll Jones III oil original old white house by seashore, small trees and marsh
Shore House #7


The Shore House #7 arrived on 12/17/2013, the next one will be the completed work. Having lived near Charleston for a time, I can almost smell the ocean---Rose






finished oil painting of old white house in what looks like salt marsh grasses. two trees in front. Carroll Jones original
Shore House ( #8 finished product)
My words to Mr. Jones: "I am so glad you just send the work for me.  I don't care if you ever look at the website, I just do it for me!  Nice it works out that way, eh?  I know that my sisters and  Rich Lemanski enjoy looking at them, too as well as a few others who comment. We are "opportunists" and you feed our curiosity to see how it is done by the professional. It's like watching a surgeon...or a carpenter, or anyone who uses their hands and mind in their profession."

the Shore House, framed 12/24/2013

Calico Studies LIVE from New Jersey!

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Calico Cat named Cally: One of Carroll's companions
Cally the Kitty
"When I got Percy and Cally 7 years ago Cally was named Paris. I couldn't stand hearing about Paris Hilton then at all so I renamed her after my father's father's nickname. Cally. He was born in Wales and I guess that's common over there. I don't know. He was the first Carroll. Maybe that was tough for him too. I was for me in the early days. ("Carroll's a girls name") I got that all the time when young. I spoke to the lady at PetSmart a year later and she said she named Percy and Paris. She named the cat Paris because of the goatee she has. That was good to know."

Red water bucket serves as study, easel with artist's orginal graphic being worked on.
Working on Water Bucket (pronounced boo-kay) #3:   From the Studio




"I included the pic of the water bucket I'm doing now LIVE. You can see my set up. The drawing is much more complected and darker than what you see here.......I guess the light is making it glare. I'm very happy with it. You can see the pallet for the Shore House still on the desk. Just put plastic over it because I'm too tired to clean up. I still have two clocks I haven't set back.  Also Happy New Year. For some reason I think 2014 is going to be a better year."


Original graphite drawing of water bucket by Carroll Jones III third in series
Water Bucket #3 (Jan 2, 2013)



~Note from Rose:  Couldn't help but notice the colors...how strikingly similar they were when comparing Cally's photo and that of the studio shot of the work in progress.~
 
Percy

 

Addendum


Mr. Jones sent an old picture of  'one of (?)' his previous pairs of cats.  It was just so pretty and I thought it belonged here.




'Pusa and Maxine 1988'
"I moved to Hoboken with Maxine and an unnamed cat in 1978. I couldn't think of a name for her and so she remained just 'cat'. After a while a total Hobokenite, Mike DaPuzzio, a house painter and blue collar worker helped me out a lot. He fixed up abandoned homes and sold them for a profit. Probably the beginning of "Flip". He got me a desk and a couple of stools and became a friend sort of out there somewhere. He didn't want anything. He just knew I had little and wanted to help out. So I named the cat after him. Puza. I couldn't call the cat Mike Dapuzzio but Puza was much easier to say. Puza lived to 22 and was healthy all her life except the last two days. Her heart gave out. I drove her up to Ann Marchev's house in Summit and buried her there. Ann's daughter is Diane Hendriks who helped you with your blog."

Final Presentation from College: Rodney, A Book For Children

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"I think I've just sort of stumbled through life. Whatever came next for me was deliberate because I always was reigned in in the first place. The biggest thing I ever did for a 'change' was move to Hoboken, NJ. I loved some of Hopper's paintings and I used to go to my first school in NYC (New York Phoenix School of Design) and at the end of the train in Hoboken, there was the bus to the Port Authority and going through Hoboken, I could see one Hopper painting in the storefronts over and over. I got very ill with Strep and ended up in bed for 3 weeks so school in NYC ended. But I never forgot Hoboken. I went to the University of Hartford for 4 or 5 years and then when I was around 33, I moved to Hoboken to hopefully come alive being closer to the arts." (Correspondence 6/23/12)



Carroll Jones III Final Presentation, Hartford College..."Rodney, A Book for Children".




"I was looking for a picture I had drawn of a high school friend and her little brother to email her 50 years later......and I came across these two pictures (polaroids) of my final graphic presentation for my senior graduation from collage. I was a painter but hated the painting teachers (hate is too strong) so I faded out with graphics.
I did it about the letter 'R' named Rodney. He was tired of being at the end of the alphabet and wanted to be first. The story introduced children to words. The teacher board thought it was stupid. But I did graduate. I think I invented Sesame Street. I didn't see TV during 63 to 67 so it may have been on already. 
I did every third or fourth page from the book for preview. Every thing you see had to be cut out of colored paper with an xacto knife....WAY before computers."   (Correspondence 6/16/12)




"He was a lower-case letter R with an upper-case imagination."





                             Audacious little thing, he was...~Rose~







[Note: See also 3/9/13 for cross reference.]

Wrapped in Tiffany Paper

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realistic white porch with spindled railings overlooking the ocean shore, original oil
Endings by Carroll Jones III




  Mr. Jones is not one to toot his own horn, he's pretty humble, and thankful he is able to make a living being an artist.

  He is not an ordinary artist. His realism paintings and drawings are as close to perfection as he can get.  He may work on them for weeks,months or even years. His attention to detail, light, color give a brightness to his work that almost makes it come alive.  We feel as though we have been there. Or, as in the case of Endings, wish we could be there.


  So many think the artist's lifestyle is bohemian, free spirited. For some it is.  For those who stay, who make a living, it is filled with hours of intense concentration. In this case, the artist, Carroll Jones III of New Jersey sees the finished work in his mind.  Over 50 years of preparation have helped him to anticipate the steps it takes to arrive at the end result. In his studio in Jersey City, overlooking the Hudson and NYC across the bay, he works 8 hours a day 7 days a week with the company of Percy and  Cally, his red tabby and calico. No vacations, no sick days, he doesn't begrudge the gift of making a living doing what he loves.  Once he enters the studio, he enters into another existence, outside the noise and bustle of everyday living, settling into the most comfortable place to be.

   Mr. Jones' work is in the Montclair Museum Collection among many others. Coe Kerr Gallery of NYC once represented him, as well as Andrew and Jamie Wyeth. Private collections include those of Malcolm Forbes, Stephen Sondheim, Frederick R Koch (who gave him a $25,000 grant, which Mr. Jones relates he received "from out of nowhere"), Jean Shepherd, and William Schuman, all of whom appreciated his exacting craft, his master skill.  Art Critic Marion Filler of the Daily Record referred to Mr. Jones as a quiet man who was "the Keeper of Time's Flame". The vignettes he draws and paints come to life for those who see his work. He makes the commonplace beautiful, he sets the stage for our memories. His work has been compared to Andrew Wyeth's, referring to himself as "the poor man's Andrew Wyeth".  He was heavily influenced by Edward Hopper, a student of Robert Henri, of the Ashcan School. His first teacher was his father, Carroll Jones, Junior who was an illustrator for Life magazine and a good friend of Norman Rockwell.

   Mr. Jones made a successful living doing portraits for many years before realizing his vision was somewhere else. 



   
   His quote from Midwest Art Magazine:
          " In all these paintings there are no people. I just want the presence of
            the people there. You can't evoke all of history if a single person
            comes along. By having nobody there, you evoke the presence of
            everyone whose ever been there...I made the plates for Another
            August...This young black kid, maybe 16 or 17 years old, came up
            and told me...(it) looked like the candy store he had gone into as a
            little kid in upper New York state somewhere and he said, 'I can
            feel the place: that's the exact same door that I walked through'. And
            then I felt like I was a success. I felt that's who I want to reach, that's
            exactly what I'm about."

His work is a gift to us.  He should be taken care of, his work taken care of.  He is a precious jewel.

Work in Progress: the geranium picture, 4 years+

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Close up:Vermont Afternoon by C.Jones III


Carroll Jones III has a wonderfully colorful, detailed oil painting available, as well as a limited number of artist prints, and signed, limited edition prints of his most current work, Vermont Afternoon. It has been a work in progress over the last 4 years. The picture at right is a closeup of the left hand corner while still on the easel in the artist's studio..  

Gallerie Hudson--Jersey City, NJ





Update!

Vermont Afternoon is currently available at Gallerie Hudson in Jersey City New Jersey.  Contact owner, Phillip at the Gallerie Hudson--197 Newark Ave. -- Jersey City, NJ  07302--201.434.1010.  Thanks to Phillip for the photo.





Vermont Afternoon by Carroll Jones III (2014)







Artist may be contacted:  cjones3rd@gmail.com
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