My parents are art collectors. As a child, I grew up with Leonard Baskin’s Everyman at the end of the long redwood hallway in my Santa Cruz Mountain home. Including the frame, he was almost 10’ tall. When I was younger, he was more of a menacing presence in the house, than a work of art. However, as I got older and made my way down the hall every morning in search of that first cup of coffee, I became quite fond of Everyman, because there were mornings when I felt just like him (adolescence will do that to a person). Everyman has since been donated to the University of Santa Cruz, along with the entire Baskin collection.
We had a few of Baskin’s birds on the walls here and there, and the head-sculpture of a black crow. They too, were somewhat macabre in nature, exhibiting the raw Baskin energy.
Autumn always reminds me of Baskin, but especially, Baskin’s birds…which will appear in the next post.