Artist Caleb Colon moving forward!
Latino Alliance learned of Easthampton, MA, artist Caleb Colon from a feature story in a recent edition of El Pueblo Latino, the weekly Spanish language newspaper published by The Republican/Masslive.com of Springfield, MA.
We immediately fell in love with his fantastic paintings!
This highly talented Latino was born in Maricao, Puerto Rico, in 1981. He and his family moved to Springfield, MA, in 1984.
We believe that Caleb's evocative, local cityscapes and other subjects all tell a story through his own style, but a distinctly Latino one.
Caleb has exhibited his work in various locations, including in Northampton, MA, and at the Puerto Rican Cultural Center in Springfield.
See Caleb's "Artist's Statement" below (We think he's an excellent writer/poet, too!).
See Caleb's full bio and more paintings on the Fine Art America website.
See Caleb's Facebook artist's page here.
Caleb's "Artist's Statement"
Caleb Colon's Northampton Alley
My selected works are meant to portray what I find to be the most accurate narrative of a particular town and area as it is now. Something we, with our ever growing fast pace instances of auto-piloting and digital relationships, rarely have the time to digest, much less savor.
If we could slow down we could recognize the fragility or our seemingly immortal dwellings, streets and monuments. Our cities are raised of stone, pavement, buildings and sidewalks made up of clay, wood, metal and glass and survive around their ability to acquire an appropriate relative proximity to desired traffic (location, location, location), a relative structural effeciency and an overall reltaive appeal. Always relative. Relative to the demands of the time and thus constantly changing, either to remain, grow or be taken back by the earth it stands upon.
The signs of these events are subtle and like many things that are subtle….powerful. Kept secret by their rate of evolution. It becomes the way of things. Accepted and unnoticed, a cityscape chooses many things.
Northampton’s large open, pedestrian friendly main st., with it’s ability to continue on and curve while avoiding a traffic light in it’s center, creates a cohesive web connecting every shop, café, nook and cranny. The openness making a scene of being seen and so an appropriate cove for fashion. Dressing up or down, a statement is being made, stage provided. The variety of architectual design, welcoming all types. Well maintained and modernized storefronts give an impression of a collection of happy mistakes that just happen to complement each other. Behind the well planned façade of leisurely rest spots is a network of competitive marketing and investments upon each façade. A bank is adapted into a jewelry store, another an art gallery using the vaults to display their wares to convince patrons of the content’s given value. Here, a vacant building rambles in the minds of opportunist. Even the businesses that have come and gone are celebrated for having participated in an Irish style wake of business signs at Packard’s.
Old, large industrial complexes fill the flanks of Holyoke’s canals. Many of which have long ago lived out their prime, a monument to the Paper city’s thriving history, like a mammoth ghost laying dormant, waiting. Holyoke clings to its successful past; a park revolves around a merry-go round taken down from an abandoned park, a well maintained museum proudly shows off its wistaria vines in a neighborhood that has grown unfamiliar around it. Boriqua pass shamrocks on sidewalks and wonder who they are for. Perhaps in hibernation until St. Patrick’s day, when the former tenants return to pay homage to what was their Paper city.
Many have found promise in the dramatic landscape of towers, reflections, long shadows and well tanned brick. As opposed to a city swimming in prosperity, here a contribution makes a considerable difference and does not go unappreciated. Artists capitalize on the grit and haunting spirit of Holyoke, adopting the industrial plane to display and install their work and perform. America’s first industrially organized city, constructed of needs long past, hears the needs of the future and has answered back. Yet another link in a chain of evolution that is both spectacular and futile.
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