March 6, 1965 Artist grows up in Bull Stone House THE TIMES HERALD RECORD

March 6, 1965 THE TIMES HERALD RECORD

March 6, 1965 THE TIMES HERALD RECORD

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March 6, 1965 Artist grows up in Bull Stone House "THE TIMES HERALD RECORD"

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000533

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Bull Family

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Document Summary This document is a newspaper clipping from The Times Herald Record dated Saturday, March 6, 1965. The article, titled "An artist grows up in old Bull homestead" by Chris Farlekas, profiles Louis E. Brown, an artist from Hamptonburgh, New York. Brown grew up in the historic Bull Stone House, widely recognized as the oldest house in Orange County. The article reflects on Brown's early life and artistic development, shaped heavily by the natural surroundings of his historic home, childhood experiences, and family. It describes his graduation from Washingtonville High School (1958) and Union College (1962), his decision to register as a conscientious objector during the draft, and his subsequent service as a missionary-teacher to the Navajo Indians in Ganado, Arizona. The clipping includes photographs of Brown's paintings and his home, capturing the connection between his roots in Orange County and his artistic evolution. Saturday, March 6, 1965 THE TIMES HERALD RECORD Dorothy Mills TH-Record art editor art news Out of the unity of home and tree and childhood Louis Brown of Hamptonburgh found the subjects for his paintings. TH-Record photos by Chris Farlekas Life could be violent. As an artist, Louis Brown interpreted current events, some of them far distant from the quiet of Hamptonburgh. Gathering the bright sun in a massive ball he painted looking across the field from the Bull Stone House. An artist grows up in old Bull homestead By CHRIS FARLEKAS HAMPTONBURGH An artist begins by using the remembered tools of childhood. He translates on canvas the images of home, the trees, the sun. Louis E. Brown of Hamptonburgh has done this in his paintings. One day he broke a mirror while playing outside. He cried because he thought his parents would scold him. When no one said anything he stopped crying and became aware of the thousand suns reflected in the silver slivers. As he grew older he saw the tonality of things around him. He saw the tapestry-like quality of the fields at sunset and the murky black contours of mud in the early spring. He tried to capture the "why" of life around him in his drawings. His mother, Mrs. Louis Brown, later said, "Lou was always drawing from the time he was old enough to hold a pencil." As Lou was growing up, he realized more and more that he was living in a special house. To him it was a delightful house with a lot of room, beds with canopy's, and giant fireplaces. He grew to realize that he was living in the oldest house in Orange County, The Bull Stone House. He saw the twisted body of his oldest brother, who had been sick since birth, and knew all people were not the same. Lou asked questions. He stopped often in the cemetery near his home and looked at death. He scrawled drawings on little pieces of paper and let the wind shoo them away. He asked who swept the leaves off the hills before the first snow fell. As he grew older, he learned to enter the fellowship of school. He became involved in everything, but he always kept on drawing and painting. He was graduated from Washingtonville High School in 1958 and Union College in 1962. In the years between he became a man. When it came time to be drafted he prayed long and decided that as a Christian it would be wrong for him to enter the service. He registered as a conscientious objector. The government sent him to be a missionary-teacher to the Navajo Indians at the reservation in Ganado, Arizona. There the man is today, living under the same fairly primitive conditions as the people he serves. He recently married Betsy Hammerle of Beaver Falls, PA., who was Director of Christian Education at the Mission. The unity of his purpose and place is revealed in paintings he has left with his parents. He has successfully picked up the pieces of the mirror and has become a fragment-mender of his time.