Richard Krogstad Artist Biography

"One of my convictions is that at the center of every poetic imagination is a cluster of key images that go back to the poet’s childhood…poets are always revisiting the state of their innocence." I am a regional artist. My paintings are about what Roger Welch calls, "…the importance, the charm, the beauty and the value of the typical." They describe a part of the upper Midwest where I was born, raised and now call home once again. I know its home here because that’s what it feels like. Other places, like Los Angeles for example, never felt like home no matter how long I lived there. Those places just seemed like where I went to find work. Around home, farmers were baseball caps with seed corn and machinery logos on them. And they were them with the bills facing forward, like God intended them to be worn. Home has changed over the years, of course, like all things do. Larry Watson wrote, "You can go home again, but the only paradise is the paradise lost." Seeing a vast field of corn, for instance, the loss of a magnificent prairie ecology is felt. Where once there were small farms, now fields stretch to the horizon uninterrupted. Wooden barns with character and a distinctive regional architecture are rapidly disappearing, being replaced by anonymous, pre-fab metal boxes lacking any aesthetic presence. But there is still beauty and charm here at home. Some places are yet relatively unspoiled. The farm land is still here as are the dramatic upper Midwest skies. Small towns, woods, rivers and even a few barns are still here. Here is still the place that is home. Home | About Us| Art Consulting & Custom Framing | Upcoming Events | Contact Us Tamarack Galleries 2004



				"One of my convictions is that at the center of every poetic imagination is a cluster of key images that go back to the poet’s childhood…poets are always revisiting the state of their innocence." I am a regional artist. My paintings are about what Roger Welch calls, "…the importance, the charm, the beauty and the value of the typical." They describe a part of the upper Midwest where I was born, raised and now call home once again. I know its home here because that’s what it feels like. Other places, like Los Angeles for example, never felt like home no matter how long I lived there. Those places just seemed like where I went to find work. Around home, farmers were baseball caps with seed corn and machinery logos on them. And they were them with the bills facing forward, like God intended them to be worn. Home has changed over the years, of course, like all things do. Larry Watson wrote, "You can go home again, but the only paradise is the paradise lost." Seeing a vast field of corn, for instance, the loss of a magnificent prairie ecology is felt. Where once there were small farms, now fields stretch to the horizon uninterrupted. Wooden barns with character and a distinctive regional architecture are rapidly disappearing, being replaced by anonymous, pre-fab metal boxes lacking any aesthetic presence. But there is still beauty and charm here at home. Some places are yet relatively unspoiled. The farm land is still here as are the dramatic upper Midwest skies. Small towns, woods, rivers and even a few barns are still here. Here is still the place that is home.


		Home \| About Us\| Art Consulting & Custom Framing \| Upcoming Events \| Contact Us Tamarack Galleries 2004