Pre-Pandemic: Stanley Coll Haddock, Artist

Stanley Coll Haddock, was asked to draw rain when he was a child in school in Puerto Rico. Most kids drew the drops falling vertical, his rain was diagonal. She fell in love with him. She encouraged his art work and that motivated him in school. He constantly drew in school. All his note books were filled with drawings.

Stanley went to the University of Plastic Arts in San Juan Puerto Rico. After University he got married right away and painting was put on hold. He worked in commercial art for about 17 years. He became an illustrator. He worked with airbrush. He painted on the side any time he had spare time. He was discovering what he wanted to do in his own art.

After he left the commercial art job he worked at a newspaper in Puerto Rico. That helped him transition towards the art naive. The art for the newspaper was produced at a more personal level.

Stanley went to dinner with his brother after dinner they walked by an art gallery, which had a piece of art he had created. He was shocked to see it there. This gallery had a lot of naive art. The gallery owner encouraged him to continue with his naive art.

Naive artist have little knowledge of contrast, light, shadows, they instead draw from the interior and produce what they see. He became creating art naive full time in his early 40s in 1997. The art came from his soul, his own self. It was what he trusted the most. Naive can be the most natural form of expression. There are no limits in form, color or perspective. In Puerto Rico there was a certain pressure to express yourself in a certain way.

The artist moved to Florida to be close to an ailing family member. Everyone knew him as an art naive painter in Puerto Rico. The move to Florida also made his artwork change. He was copying his own self. He needed to change.  Expression comes from change. He is satirical he expresses culture in a funny way and it is not far from reality. People relate to the situations. The work comes organically. Artists should be free to express themselves.  Art can be subject to the change in mood every day. He transforms every day. There are no rules when creating naive art. He is free to express himself as he chooses.

His work often reflects the Urban Street scene. There are little details in day to day events which inspire him. There is no limit. People have hair rollers, beer cans or walk around barefoot. It reflects the day to day.

Two days after this interview, WHO declared COVID-19 a world wide pandemic and my own work underwent a drastic change.

Pulse: Don Price

Don Price was the sexton at Greenwood Cemetery at the time of the Pulse Nightclub massacre. He got a call from the mayors office the weekend of the shooting. He had been out at the beach watching a Space X launch. He returned to met with the mayors office. The mayor wanted to know if Greenwood could handle the 50 burials. The mayor also wanted to see the area of the cemetery that could accommodate the families on about Sunday afternoon. It was announced that the families would not have any cost of burial at Greenwood. People thought that meant the burials were free, but there were costs. Several anonymous law firms underwrote the burials paying families for the plots. 50 spaces were set aside. The section that was set aside had just opened up two months earlier, so it was easy to send the mayor photos and plot maps since it was just surveyed.

The cemetery worked with the state. The cemetery map became a war board. Funeral homes had to be called each day and reports sent to the state. The cemetery kept track of every funeral and service. Men’s dress suits and flowers were donated to families. Almost 21 victims were buried in Puerto Rico.  It is possible some of them will return to Greenwood because of hurricane Maria. Families have been displaced and families may want their loved ones back in America. These were 21 year old kids. We ended up burying 4 in Greenwood. Others were buried in, Tampa, Texas and North Carolina.

He met with families that did not understand everything going on.  They didn’t live in Orlando and suddenly they had to decided if they should bury their loved one at Greenwood or back to Puerto Rico. He had to give each family their options and let them decide. Services started Saturday. It was the first time the cemetery had multiple holes open at once. Tents were put up and families were kept separate from the holes. It was chaos.

People who come in the cemetery want to know where the Pulse section is even today. There are 49 bricks set aside for a memorial at the cemetery but that project was put on hold because so much is going on.  It will be put up with no fan fare.

They went out dancing on Saturday night, and Sunday morning they were gone. Half of them were out of the state by Wednesday. Some parents would not recognize the sexuality of their children. One victim was not even picked up. Greenwood had to work on trying to get him picked up. Finally, next of kin made the arrangements.

The burial site for the Pulse victims is right next to Anderson Road. Mayor Buddy Dyer didn’t want to put the burial site on display, but he didn’t want to hide this part of history. From the site you can see the lake, and downtown Orlando. But there were threats of protesting. A 10 foot chain link fence was erected down Anderson and black construction mesh was added so families with a service would not feel like they were on display. Commissioner Patty Sheehan helped Don find American flags and rainbow flags so the families didn’t have to look at the black mesh. It gave them some color. A parade permit was pulled so they could close down the third lane on Anderson and shut down the wetlands park. So if protestors showed up they could be arrested. Luckily there were no protestors.

As a cemetery they have a right to control any still or video images shot on property. News crews could shoot between funerals but not during any funerals. No burials were filmed. Don had a police officer with him to be sure media respected families privacy. Everyone was watching.

Orlando has become a more open and accepting community. Greenwood was open to all races since day one, but if you go to Winter Garden,  Winter Park or Ocoee, there is a white cemetery and a black cemetery. Everyone in Orlando was affected by this tragedy. It was an attack against our entire community. It tied us together. Don stayed away from any of the memorials after the shooting. As he said, “When it comes to a memorial, the last thing you want is for the undertaker to be standing there.”

Transmutation: The New Abstraction of Juan Nieves Burgos

Juan Nieves Burgos solo show, Transmutation, is on exhibit now at New Concept Barbershop and Art Gallery (12427 S. Orange Blossom Trail South Chase Village Orlando Florida). Juan sat in a barbershop chair while he discussed his life and art. This magnificent space has become a community center and mecca for the artist community of Kissimmee. There is an excitement about the place that is contagious.

Juan Nieves was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico in 1965. His grandfather had a sign shop and a barber shop. After Middle School Juan began to study commercial art where he was certified. He continued his studies at Inter-American University (Poly)  where he studied engraving woodcut, drawing and painting. He became a graphic designer. Back then commercial artists had to know how to draw and paint unlike today where the computer does much of the work. He went on to get a masters degree in education. After graduating he taught art for about 10 years. Teaching offered a consistent income but over time however he realized he preferred to work alone in his studio rather than working with the kids. As he said, “the kids right now are not easy.” Thought Puerto Rico has its problems, the people are great and it is beautiful. In 1997 he started his own signage design workshop.

In 2005 he moved to Orlando which has become his preferred home. Here he is developing his art which has evolved from representational work to the present abstract work. Here he is developing his different styles. One painting in the show was a triptych with abstract blue patterns to the left with the hint of a human eye and the center panel was a transition towards the bright abstractions that followed in the show. Juan’s beginnings in  commercial art left a strong imprint on his bold personal style that is showcased in the abstract work int he show. Strong hints of a fist or flora can be found when viewing the work for some time. He mentioned that his next series of paintings are very much different than what is now on display. They are bolder and simpler incorporating large fields of white. His work is in a constant state of transmutation.

St. Martin

I didn’t do much sketching on the islands since time was limited and we were always on the move. When the Celebrity Eclipse docked in Puerto Rico, we hiked from the cruise ship towards Castillo San Filipe del Morro. There was a path, called Paseo del Morro, that followed the shoreline. 20 foot high cliffs covered with foliage were on our right and the rocky shore of San Juan Bay was on our left. Kites were everywhere, their strings winding among the vines, lost in the foliage. A fortress wall was at the top of the cliff. The path lead us to the foot of the fortress but there was no way to get up to it. We had to hike all the way back and find another route through Old San Juan. We eventually did explore the fortification. Cannonball shrapnel was still lodged in the walls from a battle hundreds of years ago.

In St. Martin, we rented a jeep and Terry drove around the whole perimeter of the island.  We drove up to Pic Paradis, the highest point on the island then got lost in the city of St. James. This sketch was done when we stopped at the beach. We sat under an umbrella and a local immediately asked us for $10. Rather than pay, I walked back to the shade under a tree to sketch and Terry went for a walk on the beach. I sketched quickly to try and finish by the time she got back. When the sketch was done, we went to a beachfront bar and ordered Pina Coladas. Terry had things she needed to say. I was speechless. The waves crashed and the gorgeous aqua water sparkled behind the bright yellow umbrellas.