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Clinton's Interests
General
Music
Sarah McLachlan, Frank Sinatra, Norah Jones, Shannon Worrell, Evanescence, Keane, Belle and Sebastian, Dean Martin, William Shatner, Dave Matthews, Tony Bennett, Dixie Chicks, Bruce Springsteen, John Mellencamp, Chieftains, Christy Moore, Gaelic Storm, Jimmy Buffett, The Dead, and Bob Dylan
Movies
The Big Kahuna, Twice Upon a Yesterday, The Princess Bride, Sex Lies and Videotape, Closer, Groundhog Day, Barfly, Crash, Harvey, Guys and Dolls, Annie Hall & all Woody Allen films, and The Marx Brothers.
Television
Yankee Baseball, Boston Legal, and I still (I admit it)watch, Star Trek.
Books
On Acting, by Sanford Meisner, Art Books, David Copperfield, Wuthering Heights, Angelas Ashes, Pride and Prejudice, The Sun Also Rises, Will Durant's Story of Civilization series. Currently reading Don Quixote
Clinton Hobart "Paintings From Life"
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I am a Portrait and Still-Life Artist who works in Oil and Pastel. My work is currently being shown in many private collections, both national and international. My collectors include CEO's, actors and actresses, several well known artists, and prominant businesssmen and women. A partial list includes: The McDonalds Family Foundation, T.I.F. Fund Management, Actress Victoria Wyndham, Artist Daniel Greene, and The Mayor of Greenwood Lake, NY. Please contact me if you should like to request any more detailed information.
I also teach painting and drawing workshops and classes across the country.
Current Representation:
Scottsdale Fine Art - 7116 East Main Street, Scottsdale, Arizona
Artmosphere Gallery - Boston, MA
Blue Diamond Gallery - 604 South Elm Street, Greensboro, North Carolina
Gate House Galleries - 394 Franklin Ave. Wyckoff, NJ
Gate House Galleries - 319 Route 10 E. East Hanover, NJ
Kalimera Clinton.I am pleased to meet you and your talented art work.Whenever you want to visit my country it will be a pleasure to be your help and meet you.Greatings from Greece. Adonis
• In 1777, thirteen guns were fired, once at morning and again as evening fell, on July 4 in Bristol, Rhode Island. Philadelphia celebrated the first anniversary in a manner a modern American would find quite familiar: an official dinner for the Continental Congress, toasts, 13-gun salutes, speeches, prayers, music, parades, troop reviews and fireworks. Ships were decked with red, white and blue bunting.
• In 1778, General George Washington marked the Fourth of July with a double ration of rum for his soldiers and an artillery salute. Across the Atlantic Ocean, ambassadors John Adams and Benjamin Franklin held a dinner for their fellow Americans in Paris, France.
• In 1779, July 4 fell on a Sunday. The holiday was celebrated on Monday July 5.
• In 1781, Massachusetts was the first legislature to recognize the Fourth of July.
• In 1783, Moravians in Salem, North Carolina held the first celebration of the Fourth of July in the country with a challenging music program assembled by Johann Friedrich Peter. This work was titled the Psalm of Joy.
• In 1791, the first recorded use of the name "Independence Day".
• In 1870, the U.S. Congress made Independence Day a holiday, albeit unpaid, for federal employees
• In 1941, the U.S. Congress made Independence Day a federal paid holiday. The residents of Vicksburg, Mississippi celebrated the Fourth of July for the first time in 78 years, since the Siege of Vicksburg ended with a Union victory during the American Civil War on July 4, 1863.
I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. "Sit down and have a drink" he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. "You have SARDINES in it." "Yes, it needed something there." "Oh." I go and the days go by and I drop in again. The painting is going on, and I go, and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. "Where's SARDINES?" All that's left is just letters, "It was too much," Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of a color: orange. I write a line about orange. Pretty soon it is a whole page of words, not lines. Then another page. There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life. Days go by. It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven't mentioned orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
