I did some paintings in the 50’s that were good enough to give away but I never thought about selling them. Painting in those years was only a hobby. I was making my living with a camera. If a friend said they liked a painting it was theirs. I don’t even know where those paintings are today.
When I look back at that work it is easy for me to see the first instances of what I ended up creating in sculpture and today’s paintings. I rarely used a brush. Most of the work was done with heavy oils and a pallet knife. In retrospect I loved texture then as I do now. I liked the “accidents” that happened with color when the paint was smeared with a knife. or my hands, or some tool I found in a hardware store. That part has not changed.
I’ve said before that until the last 15 years I hadn’t done a painting in oil since 1957. I discovered sculpture in 1958 and didn’t paint seriously again for 30 years.
I kept the last 2 paintings. This one and the one of the boys were actually stuck away in a closet and they didn’t get framed until I moved to VA. Both are on canvas and it’s amazing that they never got damaged.
I first met Capt Joe when I stayed at his inn on the beach at Cape Cod in MA. He had a great gimmick. At 3PM he would go out on the deck with a bull horn and yell “ Cocktail spree at 3”. By the time the sound reached the beach it sounded like “ Cocktails FREE at 3” and his bar would get loaded. We became friends over a period of time and he asked me to stop in at his bar in Nassau, Bahamas next time I was on the island.
That turned out to be an “interesting” visit. The Junkanoo Club, then on Bay Street, was something I had never seen before, I was there every night and It was there I met Peanuts Taylor who later became a legend on the island. The band featured Peanuts on the bongo drums. Before I left Peanuts had taught me how to play. Not well.. but enough to have fun with them when I got back to New York .
This was one of my many photographs taken In the Bahamas. I remember painting it. The bicycle basket and the stone column are literally sculpted in paint. There’s not much I can say about the boys . i never talked to them but I was captured by the younger brothers expression and the way they whole thing came together.
As a photographer I was more of a realist in those days. When I started painting again I realized that I could create realism better with a camera than I could with a paint brush and I moved into abstract, form and color.
I’ve never shown either painting. They are a part of my history.
Ed, I too wish you had kept more. love these.
I wish i had one or ten.
Thank you both. There are a few of the paintings from that time out there. I hope someone is still enjoying them.
Hello Ed, Miron is my great great grandfather, and your painting is a wonderful and realistic depiction. I would love to hear any story you would care to share of your times with him.
Hey Jillian, How funny to see. Captain Joe is my Great Uncle. I have one of his paintings sitting over my desk as I type.
Hi Jillian and Tony,
Cap’t Joe was also my great uncle. His sister was my great grandmother. Lots of interesting stories about him from my dad.
My mother found 4 original paintings painted by Miron years ago at an estate sale all rolled up together and has since had them matted and framed. We have had some correspondence with a “Suzanne Rielly” who showed some interest in these, and actually emailed her photos of them over 6 months ago, but have not heard anything back. Would you be interested in seeing these paintings?
Wendy
I never collected Capt Joe. I just painted him. He was quite a guy.
Hi Wendy,
I’d love to view your Captain Joe Miron’s paintings if they’re still available.
Happy New Year!
John
I delivered mail to the family home on Maravista in Falmouth for 30+ years and never knew it until late in my career
Polly was very kind to me. My first and maybe only memory of Captain Joe live was in a convertible at Falmouth Plaza in the 60’s. My memory fits the painting almost exactly
Beret
Red/white striped shirt
Beard
Ear ring?
Raconteur
I’m in Worcester today and hoping to convince my brother to swing by the Vincent to see the mural if it’s still there
Map says Hotel Vincent (dive bar)
How perfect!!!
My mistake
Hotel Vernon
Obviously not a local
My mom loved his small pen and ink watercolor portraits he would sell at the annual nurses fete at the Falmouth Village green but could never justify spending money on “art”
With 7 kids to feed tough choices must be made lol