Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Talented Tuesday -- Paintings by Richard Allen Newton

Path Along the Susquehanna
Vestal, New York
Painted by Richard Newton,
©The Estate of R.A. Newton1970
Underground Railroad Stop,
Pumpelly Mansion
Apalachin, New York
painted by Richard Newton,
©The Estate of R.A. Newton, 1975
Every artist's life can be divided into periods... 

My father was a perfectionist. His artistic career began as a boy when his mother sent him for art lessons. After his discharge from the Air Force, he attended Corcoran College of Art and Design in Washington, D.C. I don't remember seeing any of his work when I was a young child. My mother said he had taken a large number of canvases to the plumber's next door to our home in Stroudsburg, PA and had them incinerated because he didn't feel they were good enough to be shown.

As I grew up, I noticed he would sometimes spend hours  in one spot, waiting for sunlight and shadow to cast just right for photographs of an area he would later paint. Among his favorite artists was Claude Monet, and I remember his coffee table book of prints of his Water Garden and Japanese Footbridge at Giverny.

I loved my Dad's French Impressionist period best of all . . . most likely because of the nostalgia of the scenes. These three paintings hang in my home . . . three places I shared with Dad.
Adirondack Mountains, New York
Painted by Richard Newton,
©The Estate of R.A. Newton, 1981

I think my favorite period in Dad's career was his final period, of which I have none. With the exception of a few which were sold, and two which hang in their church, my Mom holds this final collection.


  1. I love the Path Along the Susquehanna. I really like all three. There is movement in all of them. I feel when I look at the paintings, I need to be there..They are all inviting..That there is more once I enter in. Absolutely brilliant Artist!

  2. Thank you. I remember writing a poem years ago about Path Along the Susquehanna. I love trees and forests, and one of the pastels I have is a stand of trees...all you see is the trunks...taking you deeper and deeper into the forest. When I see it, it makes me think of the Croatan...what it must have been like for the timber men of our family...