Peggy Grose was born in New York City in 1953 into a painting family and raised in Dennis, MA. My primary education was being the daughter of painter, David Grose. My secondary education was The Cambridge School of Weston, Cape Cod Community College and the Vesper George School of Art in Boston.
So much has been and will be said about creating art. There is the making of the work, the work itself, appreciation and contemplation and all that can be said about work. We're like bees buzzing around a flower, and from where does that flower come? I love the ambiguities, contradictions, sureness and hesitations of an artist's intentions. The hoopla is embraced, always room for more. Considering music before rock and roll or painting before impressionism; it must be that we are continually on the verge of "doing it again," whatever it is. As I see it, my job description is to pay attention to the Muses. Nothing's easier when it is easy or harder when it's not.
For painted furniture I use Fresh Start primer and then oil based One Shot sign enamel. One Shot is a shiny, comes flat too, durable paint made for exterior signs and needs no further protective coating. Its sticky and tricky to use, but learned during my decade of sign painting. I'll make a simple drawing of my intentions for a piece on paper and transfer it to furniture surface. Usually then I'll throw drawn design away. I like the experience of coming up with something new. I don't build furniture, except for some of the screens, and then not by me but by real carpenters. But I find furniture everywhere- our societies' detritus, on the side of the road, at the dump. People call me up- I have something for you. My aunt with a barn full of amazing furniture collected over thirty years. My requirements are little or no veneer, that it be shapely, and not requiring too much fixing unless irresistible. And that it should not be made of such beautiful wood that it ought to be brought back to natural. I give myself freedom to do what I want- already no one wants that chair, that trunk. We're not talking $2000 table. So, I experiment. I take commissions too, usually with person's furniture maybe they love but just got beat up. I like commissions in that I will often go in a direction from listening to what someone wants that I wouldn't otherwise go.
While talking to a writer, listening to her experience of an artists' retreat, which was mainly the beauty of lack of distractions leading to productivity, I realized "painting out" gave me that. For the last three or four years I've been regularly wandering out to paint- some trees, weeds, a hillside. Everything else fall away and the lovely shapes, colors, and breath of the natural world without man are all that is. All I need are two or three hours. I highly recommend it for the experience and sometimes a good painting.
I'm back to painting people. I want to paint people in their most natural surroundings. Some people should be painted on ladders, some in their gardens, some in their kitchen chairs. There's an old fellow where I live who could always be seen riding around in a truck with his dog back there in the bed wearing a red bandana. I'd see them and think I'd like to paint that, but I put it off and the dog died! No painting.