{"id":17412,"date":"2005-05-03T14:16:42","date_gmt":"2005-05-03T20:16:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artistsofutah.org\/15Bytes\/?p=17412"},"modified":"2023-11-20T14:47:00","modified_gmt":"2023-11-20T20:47:00","slug":"artist-interrupted-the-life-and-art-of-ella-peacock","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artistsofutah.org\/15Bytes\/artist-interrupted-the-life-and-art-of-ella-peacock\/","title":{"rendered":"Artist Interrupted: The Life and Art of Ella Peacock"},"content":{"rendered":"
Book Review: First Sight of the Desert<\/strong><\/div>\n
Artist Interrupted: The Life and Art of Ella Peacock<\/strong><\/div>\n

by Tony Watson<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The University of Utah Press recently published a biography of Spring City artist Ella Peacock by first-time author Kathryn J. Abajian<\/a>. Abajian\u2019s biography, entitled First Sight of the Desert, reads like a slow portrait, done in oils, over various sittings. It reminds me of the account of Picasso\u2019s portrait of author Gertrude Stein. Over and over the artist would return to the portrait, reworking the face again and again, struggling with its structure and personality. In Abajian\u2019s case it is an author writing the portrait of a painter, and Abajian\u2019s struggle is not so much with her sitter as it is with her self.<\/p>\n

The book stretches over a fifteen-year period of interviews, from the author\u2019s first meeting with the artist in 1985, to Peacock\u2019s death in 1999. Abajian relies on numerous interviews, personal examinations of the artist\u2019s work, and historical source material to create a portrait of this anomaly of an artist. Peacock was a vibrant woman, \u201cfull of inner drive and independent spirit,\u201d who grew up in Pennsylvania, where she studied art in the 1920s, but who didn\u2019t seriously begin producing a body of work until the 1970s. In the book, the same fifteen year period is witness to the author\u2019s own struggles, from her stagnant marriage and crisis of faith to a time of renewal and soul searching that culminates in the expression of her own independence and creativity, the publication of this book.<\/p>\n

Abajian, a convert to the LDS faith, a granddaughter of Armenian immigrants, and a native and resident of California, married early to a lifelong Mormon from the Sanpete Valley town of Fairview. Her summer trips with her husband and children to visit her in-laws created the chance encounter between her and Peacock.<\/p>\n

Abajian has a talent for creating a sense of space. Anyone who has traveled the Sanpete portion of Highway 89 will recognize the author\u2019s depictions of the flooded ghost town of Thistle, the \u201csnow-rimmed crater, called \u2018the Horseshoe\u2019 by locals,\u201d the land that \u201casserts itself in the undiminished vigor of sagebrush and rocky terrain foregrounding spectacular Mt. Nebo.\u201d Her description of a summer night in Fairview in 1985 reveals the inner state of Abajian\u2019s life at the time: \u201clying in one of the large lumpy beds that filled three small attic rooms crowded together at the top of a narrow staircase, I listened, wide-eye, to the snuffling, sleep-talking, dream-whimpering of my children, all of it backgrounded by my husbands\u2019 droning snore.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was on such an afternoon of boredom and disorientation in 1985 that I had met Ella Peacock and her art for the first time.\u201d Abajian\u2019s own personal journey serves as a foil to her exploration of Peacock\u2019s life. At times, Peacock\u2019s life becomes a frosty paned mirror of Abajian\u2019s. At other times, Peacock\u2019s life comes into a more traditional focus as Abajian pieces together the artist\u2019s biography. The book shifts time and place repeatedly throughout chapters, shifting between interviews with the artist, the recreation of the artist\u2019s life and career, the author\u2019s own continuing struggle, and the vivid glimpses of Peacock painting in a field or rustling through old papers. Abajian does so with a mature, controlled style so that the book flows as it reveals two or more narratives at the same time.<\/p>\n

After six years of acquaintance with the artist, Abajian first proposes the idea of writing about her life in 1991. In a letter to her shortly after this visit, Peacock says \u201c\u2019By the way, the reason I am here is that the first time I saw this area I knew I could paint the rest of my days here.\u2019\u201d And the process of revelation begins to unveil itself.<\/p>\n

The most vivid part of Ella\u2019s life that Abajian recreates is her childhood and early adult years in Germantown, Pennsylvania: her strained relationship with her mother, her admiration for her Methodist Minister Grandfather, her rebellious days at a Quaker school, her father\u2019s death, and her general sense of isolation. All are brought into focus in Abajian\u2019s portrait. She also places Ella into her historical context as an artist, detailing her training at the Philadelphia School of Design for Women in the 1920s, where she learned \u201cthe single-minded ideals of the Arts and Crafts movement.\u201d Here she studied the style of art associated with \u201cThe Philadelphia Ten,\u201d under the tutelage of instructors like Samuel Murray, a close associate of Thomas Eakins, and with classmates like Alice Neel. Though she enjoyed her experience at school, Peacock always had a sense of unease. \u201cShe felt she had never fitted in, felt misplaced in her hometown, her home state, everywhere in the high culture of the East.\u201d<\/p>\n

Peacock would find her home in the West, which she first saw on a couple of trips in the 1930s but which she wouldn\u2019t settle in until the late sixties.<\/p>\n

Peacock\u2019s last days are also well documented in the biography. Abajian gives us eye-witness accounts of Peacock\u2019s last two decades in Spring City, and Peacock\u2019s own reminiscences and those of neighbors and friends make the portrait of this period of her life vivid and full. But even here, in her adopted home, Peacock could be an outsider. When helpful neighbors once offered to remove the sagebrush from her yard, she had to point out to them that she had purposely planted them, restoring the desert to its original beauty. Though she remained a Mormon to her death, Peacock paid little attention to the formalities of the culture, found little use for the Relief Society organization and bristled at the sexism she found in the Mormon culture. This sense of independence appeals to Abajian, who at the time she is writing the book is struggling with her own place in the same church.<\/p>\n

But to me the most fascinating part of Peacock\u2019s life, that yawning gap in her artistic career, where she married, had a child, worked a farm and at a drafting agency for forty years, and joined the LDS\u00a0church, seems only a faint rendering of loose brushstrokes in Abajian\u2019s account. Ella Peacock\u2019s artwork has fascinated so many contemporary collectors because when she came out of artistic hibernation in the late sixties, her style had remained completely unchanged by the currents of the art world. She had been trapped in a time capsule and began painting the Utah desert scenery as if she were painting it in the 1930s. I find this part of Peacock\u2019s life the most intriguing and the least explained. Why, in all that time was there no corner of the house, no hour of the day, no time of the week that the artist could not find to pursue her art? And had she not picked up a single art magazine or gone to a single exhibition in that time?<\/p>\n

I must allow the author the benefit of the doubt, however, because the impression I receive is that Peacock, a very private woman who would often hide in ditches when she painted to avoid the stares of passers-by, was reticent to talk about her private emotional life. Abajian recognizes her own lapse \u201cSince I\u2019d never known Bill and she talked so little of her life with him, he had become, I suppose, fairly incidental in my mind. In my mythology of Ella Peacock, I suddenly realized, she had always been alone in her purposeful existence. But the reality was that Bill had shared forty years of her life.\u201d<\/p>\n

One thing I realized after putting this book down is that Abajian tells us as much about the process of writing a biography as she does about the subject of the biographer. We ride along with Abajian as she attempts to make a collage of the scraps and pieces of a life she is able to put together. And this, ultimately, is what reconciled me to the dual narrative that Abajian pursues in the biography. A biography is always the life of one individual seen \u2013 at times darkly, at times clearly, but never definitively — through the lenses of another. Abajian is honest enough to fully reveal the spectacles of her own struggles through which she is viewing Peacock.<\/p>\n

And anyone reading this biography should understand that. In addition, anyone looking for a catalogue of her works will be sadly mistaken (for that they will need to attend the Museum of Utah Art and History’s exhibition Ella at 100: The Paintings of Ella Peacock<\/i>, June 3–July 31). Each chapter is headed with an appropriate image of Peacock\u2019s but the total number is only ten. Abajian does explore the nature of Peacock\u2019s work and her style. Peacock\u2019s own comments, as recorded by Abajian, provide insight to the subjects and moods that appealed to the artist and her strident working methods. In addition, Abajian gives us wonderful insights into the life of Spring City, a small out-of-way town quickly filling up with artists. We see Joe and Lee Bennion (potter and painter, respectively), Osral Allred (painter) and M\u2019lisa Paulsen, all residents of Spring City who make cameo appearances in the narrative that is Abajian\u2019s encounter with Ella Peacock.<\/p>\n

Peacock was a time capsule. A female artist, trained in Philadelphia in the 1920s, she went for thirty years without painting until she moved to Utah and got to the desert she had always wanted to paint. One gets the feeling that her creative life was on hold for that time; that she held on to her first impressions and the style she had learned until she got back to the West and began painting it. I think it is this part of Peacock\u2019s life that most appeals to Abajian — the sense of a life interrupted, which is the story of the author\u2019s own life.<\/p>\n

\u201cElla was sixty-five years old before she fully embraced her identity, before she could leave the East and settle into her own element in the western desert. And it had taken many conscious acts of painting the desert\u2019s wildness again and again to cement that sense of self in place. Finally, that evening, I came to understand that I\u2019d repeated the pattern as well: marrying young, I had completely lost track of myself during the ensuing twenty-five years.\u201d<\/p>\n

First Sight of the Desert by Kathryn J. Abajian<\/a> is available in Salt Lake at King’s English<\/a> and Sam Weller’s<\/a>, from the University of Utah Press’s website<\/a> and from major bookstores.<\/i><\/p>\n

This article originally appeared in the May 2005 edition of 15 Bytes<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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