Ione Robinson to her mother, El Paso, Texas, June 10, 1929 (from: A Wall to Paint on) (dieser beitrag wurde verfasst in: englisch)
eingetragen von Alex Winiger am 16.03.2016, 10:34 (email senden)
For one thing, when my exhibit is finished at [Jake] Zeitlin's I would like you to go and collect the drawings, and also assure both Zeitlin and Mr. [Earl L.] Stendahl, of the Stendahl Art Galleries, that I will do everything possible to arrange an exhibition of Rivera's work for them for this fall.
Another really exciting thing I didn't have time to tell you was the result of my last talk with Dr. [William Alanson] Bryan. I finally convinced him it would be a good idea to hold a mural competition, the winner to paint the walls of the entrance to the new wing now under construction. In our talk the project grew into an international affair, with the prospectus going to England, France, Germany, Italy, and Spain. This certainly ought to put our little museum on the map if it is carried through; I am only afraid this sudden burst of enthusiasm may be swept aside by all the old stuffed shirt trustees, and that they will decide to use the money to dig up another prehistoric elephant from the LaBrea oil pits. I pointed out to Dr. Bryan, and to Miss Upton, the Art Curator, who joined in the talk, that the Los Angeles Museum was the first institution to get together a Pan-american Exhibition (in which, incidentally, Rivera received his first museum award in the United States) and that they should be first in the mural field, too. I only hope they will.
Jim Forbes on Ione Robinson, askart.com (dieser beitrag wurde verfasst in: englisch)
eingetragen von Alex Winiger am 26.10.2018, 10:07 (email senden)
geändert von Alex Winiger am 26.10.2018, 10:09 (email senden)
«As a 21 year old traveling to Nigeria from the US in December 1974, I had a 13 hour layover at the Paris airport. Though I knew not a word of French (I took Latin as a second language), I was nonetheless determined to at least get into and perhaps walk some streets of the city. I boarded a bus identified as going to the city center. Almost immediately, an older woman across the aisle stated, " Youre an American, arent you?" I responded that I was. I recall wondering at the time how she knew. Now I know. The older woman was Ione Robinson.
When I admitted to my nationality, and told her it was my first trip abroad, Ms. Robinson became rather animated, not because I was from the US, but because I had never been to Paris, and she offered to show me the sights.
I have a picture in my head of Ms. Robinson, though its accuracy is open to question after the many years. She had thick white hair, perhaps back in a bun of sorts, with bright eyes. She wore a dark blue overcoat, with a scarf around her neck. It was, after all, late December, and I was traveling during a holiday break from my job. She was not slight, but was very quick on her feet, and obviously comfortable walking the city for hours.
Our first stop was her home, at 6 Cite Thure, Apt. 14. I noted a poster for a show featuring her work on the back of the door, and a picture on a bookshelf of her and a gentleman, which she identified, without fanfare, as Picasso. I recall it as a small, rather spartan place, in a wonderful old building, but full of memories, based on the items here and there. I specifically recall the "restroom" on the landing between floors, as an amazing way to add central plumbing to an old building! (Forgive me - I studied to be an engineer!)
We spent the day walking. We visited so many places, and spent a good deal of time sitting and looking quietly at a local favorite spot. Ms. Robinson told me that she wanted me to get a grasp of the city and its people, so we stayed away from commercial endeavors. We stopped frequently at what appeared to me to be a drug store (I now recognize it as a cafe or small grocery) where Ms. Robinson would ask for a cognac. It was somehow understood that as we toured, the cost to me was to pay for our refreshments. It was a steal.
One stop in particular that comes to mind was a moderately sized shop somewhere in the city. Ms. Robinson introduced me to her daughter, who I found to be strikingly, delicately, beautiful. I have no idea her age at the time, though perhaps close to mine. The shop sold, among other things, handmade quilts from the US, as art works, I believe. They spoke for a few minutes, Ms. Robinson having just arrived back from a trip, and we moved on.
We ate lunch in a small restaurant, the most striking feature of which, on the street, was the complete lack of any identification. As a resident of suburbia in the US, I marveled at how anyone would know it was there. We had the classic French lunch of cheese, smoked fish, bread, red table wine, and other things; not in that order, but those were the portions that made the biggest impression.
The day, of course, was a whirlwind, and has become a blur, beyond an overall impression of the incredible history, the utter suitability of the city to people living in close quarters, and the immense appreciation of the arts by folks who actually lived there, none of which apply to most US cities, in my opinion.
As the end of the day approached, we parted ways, after Ms. Robinson gave me a baggage tag with her name and address, so I could look her up when I next visited. Unfortunately, my next visit didnt occur until this past April, 2001. The city is the same, however, and Ione Robinson is still there in spirit.»
C.J. Dallett (maternal grandson) on Ione Robinson, askart.com (dieser beitrag wurde verfasst in: englisch)
eingetragen von Alex Winiger am 26.10.2018, 10:11 (email senden)
geändert von Alex Winiger am 26.10.2018, 10:15 (email senden)
«My grandmother passed away in Paris in November of 1989. She is survived by her daughter, Anne Ione Brady (my mother); and her son by another marriage, Michael Robinson. Besides the auctions listed, her last known painting, "La Familia, "was purchased by the Museo de Arte Moderno in Mexico City (1993) where it is hung with a portrait of her by David Alfaro Siquieros (1931).
Ione's portrait of Frida Kahlo was purchased by a private collector through the Munson Gallery in Santa Fe, NM. Gerald Peter's Gallery of Santa Fe and New York purchased two sketches by Ione of the artists, Wols and Arp.
Two photographic portraits of Ione taken by Tina Modotti are featured in the
catalogue to the show of Modotti's work mounted by San Francisco MOMA. One of these portraits is with Throckmorton Fine Art in New York and the other is with a museum in Canberra, Australia.»
