The neighbor, Jack Teeters, taught art at Dodge City community college. He later moved from Kansas to Medford, Oregon, where he was active in the Rogue River Valley art community. While the pieces probably have very little value other than the sentimental, we both think they're wonderful. And they mean a lot to Craig because they were the only artwork (other than the family Jesus) in his family house growing up.
High View, Jack Teeters, 1955
This piece cost me a chunk out of my toe! We decided to just take the frame apart and use paint to change the gray frame to a darker faux wood color. In the process of trying to get the glass back into the frame, I not only broke the glass, but slashed my big toe. Don't even ask! We were going to replace the original mat, but decided to leave it intact. My rule now when cleaning up old family pieces is to do (change) as little as possible. I made the mistake in my younger years of having an old rocker from my grandmother's house professionally refinished. A neighbor afterwards asked me if I'd purchased it at the Oak Barn. Tee hee. So the goal is NOT for family heirlooms to end up looking brand spankin' new!
You know me. I couldn't resist clicking on a few photo-editing buttons. Here's a watercolor of the watercolor!
And this is the finished product hung on the wall. (Sorry about the window reflection in the photo.)
Below is the smaller piece. This watercolor was more primitive and still had the edge where it was ripped out of the sketchbook. No title -- just signed Jack Teeters, 1949. I replaced the mat on this one and shabby chic-ed the old frame white to go with my decor. It's now hanging in the guest bathroom.
We had a busy weekend! I'm just glad the toe didn't need stitches! I'm such a klutz.
