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Alice Neel Said I Reminded Her of a Cat Before they met me people (might) have, thanks to my nickname, leapt to the seemingly logical assumption that since my artwork was wonderful, I was worthy to be a celebrated Woman Artist. Female artists such as Sandy Kinnee, deserve to be admired. I happened to have timed my entrance into the Art World better than M. E. O’Hare, who was a kick ass painter as well as being my aunt. When she was starting out in the 1940s, being a Woman Artist in a tiny gallery world designed for and run primarily by males, was not her choice. She chose the route of taking commissions and painting portraits. Her gender was obscured by her use of her initials. There were many women artists, few were taken seriously, despite the quality of their work. By the time I leapt into the first little puddle in the art world, there was an awareness that all along women had been making art and it was damn well time they be taken seriously. Women artists w...
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Sandy Kinnee Kimonos & Fans, a twelve inch square PAINT SMEARED BOEK Kimonos By Sandy Kinnee

Unwasted Paper

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This book illustrates my infrenquently seen rectangular paintings on handmade paper. All works are either 22 by 30 or 24 by 36 inches. The paper was made at my own papermill before I donated the entirity of the hollanders, screens, presses, vats and other gear and material to the Colorado College. My paper fibers were all cotton and linen clothing sourced from our family closets. CLICK THE IMAGE BELOW TO OPEN THE BOOK PREVIEW
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  Her Immortal Housefly This is not the fly Daddy swatted Yet could neither squash Nor frighten It was an immortal pest Born from the pencil lead Of a five-year-old I had heard the fly story and how Mary was pegged: Artist For this little stunt That first small masterpiece  Though immortalized  Faded or was erased Perhaps it was wallpapered Over or covered by many layers  of flat interior paint That little housefly portrait Was her small start of limning The world around her She went on to depict countless Human creatures often  Seated in chairs The tale of the bug which  Would not flee or die Became legend It was an often repeated story With no documentation No evidence Mary, at age eighty-three, Drew another immortal  Musca domestica just for me Yes, she could still draw a fly
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About the Book During the pandemic I relinquished my gigantic painting studio, The Cloud. This meant I could no longer work on fifteen-foot canvases. Instead, I reduced the scale and switched to the format of the disk.  CLICK TO PREVIEW BOOK

What Prepared Me to See Pollock's Over-Splatter

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  Jackson Pollock's  Over-Splatter,   How They Happened, Where They are Located, Why They Went Unnoted for More than Fifty Years, and How They May be Understood and Put to Use By Sandy Kinnee and Lauren Kinnee, Ph.D. Once You See the Drips You will Always See them PELUDE What Prepared Me to See Pollock's Over-Splatter I believe part what prepared me to notice the stray drips in Pollocks paintings was my fascination with Al Hirschfeld's caricatures which appeared every Sunday in the Arts and Leisure section of the New York Times. Each Sunday I looked forward to see how many times the name of Hirschfeld's daughter, Nina, was hidden in his caricature. The number next to his signature indicated the number of times NINA could be found. I was good at it and it was fun. Finding Nina was a game. In a black and white line drawing certain areas would be prime NINA hiding places, week after week. Any type of hair and fold in clothing were where I would search first. Anothe...

Introduction to Jackson Pollock's Over-Splatter

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  Jackson Pollock's Over-Splatter,   How They Happened, Where They are Located, Why They Went Unnoted for More than Fifty Years, and How They May be Understood and Put to Use By Sandy Kinnee and Lauren Kinnee, Ph.D. Once You See the Drips You will Always See them PART 1 The following was written in 2002 and published in the online magazine Life Sherpa, April 2003 Art DNA: Pollock's Extra Drips by Sandy Kinnee Redwood trees belong in California. What would you make of the discovery of a stand of six redwood trees in an east coast forest surrounded by the expected indigenous deciduous oaks, maples, elms, and the odd birch thrown in for bio diversity? The following relates to my experience in front of some of my favorite paintings in the Museum of Modern Art. Just like you, when I look at an artwork, I come with my own baggage. What I've seen previously, what I know from school and my experience of working in museums, relationships with similar artworks, all come into p...