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Violence Can Be a Draining Experience…

Posted in abstract landscape, architecture, commentary, landscape,, sunrise-sunset, symbolism, waterscape, Wisconsin with tags , , , , on February 23, 2010 by Rog

“Rape of Madison”, 16×20 oil on canvas, by Rog Lyngaas, 22feb10, triple primary palette.

I have wanted to be vocal about the violent crime of rape for awhile.  Have you ever noticed that several excellent painters have painted paintings with the word “rape” in the title?  Many include a woman in the process of being raped, yet they refer to a city or a place as well… like “Rape of Europe” or “Rape of Paris”.

This composition does not have a woman, but a place.  Yes, Madison, Wisconsin, has a lot to do with rape.  By the time I was twenty, I learned that my home town had one of the highest rape rates of any city in the United States.  I am not proud of this fact.  Hopefully, over that last 30 years that statistic has decreased significantly.

Regardless, even if my former hometown has solved its “rape problem”, the blemish of its rape will remain.  Environmental rape, is different.  But in the case of the city of Madison it is very severe.  It is another skeleton in its closet.  Keep in mind, even when I was young I recall that it exuded great pride in its “Greenness”… like it is environmentally sound or something.  The truth is far from that.  In fact it shines ignorance.

No I am not talking about the harbor that was the mouth of a spring fed trout creek near our house that was converted into an open sewer. That is only a minor blemish, and only affected a few people.

I am talking about the fact that the center of town is truly not an Isthmus.  It was made an Isthmus, by the white man.  We drained significant portions of the marsh lands that made up Madison, to create dry land.  Up to half the city was at one time, marsh land.  Having seen some of the original maps from the 1800’s proves this.

Given this fact, I do not ever want to ever hear of some one who lives there claim to be an environmentalist.  The damage has been done, like in any rape, and we cannot recover the past.

Except in a painting composition, as you see.


2007 Spotlight Gallery

Posted in abstract landscape, art show, Canada, commentary, Idaho, landscape, Spotlight-07, Wisconsin with tags , , , , , on February 19, 2010 by Rog

Spotlight Gallery, Boise, Idaho, Nov 07 – Jan 08, 6 oil paintings, Student Show…

Rog with “Idaho Creek in Fall” at the gallery reception.

Here is Rog with his five other paintings in the second gallery location.

Individual close ups follow, from right to left in the show…

“Southern Wisconsin in the Fall”, 9×12 oil on canvas.

“Melting Snow @ Mountie Pass”, 11×14 oil on canvas. Now in a private collection in Boise, Idaho.

“Yosemite, Keys in Pond”, 14×11 oil on canvas.

“Warm Lake, Warm”, 12×9 oil on canvas.

“Trees in Conversation”, 11×14 oil on canvas.

“Idaho Creek in Fall”, 16×20 oil on canvas. Now in a private collection in Manhattan, New York.


All the above paintings are Alla Prima paintings. Other artist’s in the show include Ellen Garrard and several of Will Nelson’s students. Rog was blessed with having the most number of paintings in the show.

“Anchor” artists of this now defunct gallery included: Will Nelson [watercolor illustration], Venture Coy [oil landscape & abstract landscape], Fred Choate [traditional oil landscape], Ann Watson-Sorenson [watercolor landscape], and Zella Bardsley [abstract functional sculpture].

Shining Path in Highlands…

Posted in abstract landscape, commentary, Initial-Pt-10, landscape,, palette, symbolism, Wisconsin with tags , , , , on February 9, 2010 by Rog

“Highland’s Maple Laced Path”, 24×20 oil on canvas, by Rog Lyngaas, 8feb10, triple primary palette.

Well, to some, “Highlands” implies the high hills in Scotland. To those who grew up in the Spring Harbor area of Madison, Wisconsin; the word “Highlands” is a place south and uphill from the neighborhood. Anything South of the Duck Pond, we called the Highlands.

Like Spring Harbor with its plethora of Elm, Oak, and Shag-bark Hickory Nut trees; the Highlands neighborhood has lots of trees. However, they had many more Sugar Maple trees. Long ago I would help some of my friends harvest the Maple trees, and boil the sap into the best Maple Syrup I have ever had. We would do this in the fall, winter, and especially the early spring when the tree sap would move the best.

The painting above is a composition close to the look I remember of some of the remote dirt roads in the Highlands area. Since Madison has changed so much, I believe that few people there have seen the beauty of “The Highlands”. Too bad; good thing I can remember them.

By the way, the location of this view is around 8 miles inside the metro Madison area. Because of politics, I do not even know if the place was ever incorporated into the city. But I do believe it was part of our township 50 years ago; called Dale Heights.

Enjoy, and good luck finding this remote path.

For an explanation of the triple primary palette used in this painting please view the example attached.


Posted in commentary, distributed, Idaho, landscape, McCall-Tamarack-Cascade,, Wisconsin with tags , , , , on December 22, 2008 by Rog


“Aire of McCall”, 14×18 oil on canvas, by Rog Lyngaas, 2dec08, using Choate7 palette with Prussian blue as warm blue.

North of Boise is a winter wonderland in Valley County.  The heart of the county is McCall, whose ski history dates back to the Engen Brothers and their escapades in Idaho and Utah.  The ski resorts of Brundage Basin, Bogus Basin, Snowbasin, and Alta each have strong connection to these ski jumping fools from Norge.

This painting attempts to give you a feeling of the air in McCall.  In my opinion it is the place in Idaho makes me feel most like I am back in Wisconsin.  I get the same feeling near Logan, Utah of all places.  McCall’s lake is called Payette lake and it is deep like lake Mendota in Madison, Wisconsin.  This painting is one “modified” view of the lake.

Oh by the way, for those who have asked… yes I did, purposely place that “burning man” post in the middle of all these chilly paintings.

Trance of Reflection

Posted in commentary, landscape, symbolism, Wisconsin, world peace with tags , , , , on September 16, 2008 by Rog

“Reflection of Fishing Rock”, 8×10 oil on canvasboard, study, by Rog Lyngaas, 9-9-08, using Choate7 palette.

Ever stare with both eyes at the dancing reflection off a rock with the water?

In some parts of Lake Mendota [Madison, Wisconsin] there is shoreline that is under cut by water waves. It is sandstone that has eroded over time. At certain times of the day the gentle waves cause abstract and elaborate reflections upon the the rocks and visa versa. As I recall the vision causes a trance like state with one like me. It feels good. It feels gentle. Remembrances like this, are what allow a childhood life to sooth the mind of an adult.

I suppose if we all had such remembrances as such we could get closer to world peace. May you all have many remembrances like this, that allow you to live in peace.

Northern Pike Waters

Posted in Canada, commentary, landscape, Ribfest-08, Wisconsin with tags , , , , on July 23, 2008 by Rog

“Fisk Kamp Shore”, oil on 9×12 canvasboard, study, by Rog Lyngaas, 21jul08, using X1 palette.

This scene reminds me of the fish camps in northern Ontario and northern Wisconsin.  In summer you can fish for and live on Walleyed and Northern Pike.  There the lakes can be so still, clear, and beautiful you may believe the dream.

Upon placid water is lain fisk line into depths of flourescent seaweed. A Dardevelet tumbles down with it’s three prongs waiting their use. Areeling in a 2 second pull with a 5 second reel; it takes calm, silence, and patience. Is it the red and white stripe of it’s convex side or silver of the concave side seen? It twirls back and forth tricking tricky eyes to see double; with vibrating fin action. Sudden test of reel drag alerts the man that his Molsen will now fall into water as he relishes to hold his wrist tight to keep the tip up. Now the three prongs are one, for two have broken off from gnashing of teeth. If these teeth swallow ducks whole, surely a hook may be devoured via breath. But the 2 pound test line holds as the reel drag passes the test, because man held the rod tip up and his wrist tight; as the bottle gently slipped into the depths pouring out golden Molsen nectar, blessing the sea. Two sets of teeth gnash now as the man grips hard and the formally lit cigar now falls into water that needs nutrients as such. Line strips off reel quickly as a run ensues. Deeper goes the pike and now under the boat. With the tip still up the man wonders what has happened as the line goes limp. Gathering senses he gathers line quickly only to feel the sudden tug and straight shot to the air, the glory, the jump of flailing back fin dancing upon water. It is the man’s dream fight, he is fighting a water dancer. Will fisk find escape, or will man will it’s capture? Line is limp again as fisk stretches man’s imaginative boundaries — his lucid dreams are now real and what has happened to his trophy? Oh it’s their in the depths, diving under the boat once more, only this time to realize which side of the boat has the motor. Man feels the turn as fisk aims to breakoff the line of fight by spinning round outboard’s prop. But installed upon this motor mount is a quick release, so decisive man executes his loss prevention program.  Now the engine splashes to the deep. This lake needs more minerals he thinks as he knows now that he has outsmarted the smart one, the fisk of the century. So fisk drives towards the now missing motor for another run now to the cold springs of his home. Saying “I don’t care” like the man; fisk drives a longer yet slower run — further than before, where is he going? The tightness of the line lessens and the man gently reels in a now tired log of fisk towards his prop-less boat. Exhausted fisk rises to water’s surface showing his size yet hiding his strength. “You win”, fisk says as he approaches now 50 feet away. Man is smarter than this gesture though, as he opens his knife to cut anchor cord. Once long ago this fisk broke off on the anchor cord after the fight was basically over and man will not live with that same regret again. For it is a 20 pound wonder that is his fisk reward; his heart’s desire. Man turns his head to find large net. Never used till now, it has waited for this occasion, patiently rotting away. His son sees this look, and helping father he grabs the net ready to swirl it round dad’s trophy dream. Fisk has arrived to starboard side; son swirls and lifts net as father holds tip up. There lain upon the boat deck is the 20 pound wonder fisk, 4 feet of snake and one foot of teeth. Man says “grab him!” Son looks at the teeth in awe, starring at what will bite him good. Seeing that fear, man drops pole, to join it’s friends the anchor, the motor, the cigar, and the beer — and lunges for the fish which flips once to avoid the grasp, twice to dance upon the deck, and thrice to flip o’er boat’s edge. Splash and its over; for there is no pole to grasp now, no line to reel in. There the two are, up the lake without a motor. Only oars for the 5 mile return trip. And the lake now returns to silent lucidity; where dreams live.

Sud Wyskonsyn i Fall

Posted in Basement-09, commentary, landscape,, Ribfest-08, Spotlight-07, Wisconsin with tags , , , , on July 1, 2008 by Rog

“Southern Wisconsin in the Fall”, 9×12 oil on canvas, by Rog Lyngaas, 20aug07, using choate7 non-toxic palette.

Now that Summer is here and we are loving the 100 degree heat in Idaho. We will be drying up for the next 3 months. This is truly how you ferment — dry wit. It is a little harder to ferment dry wit in Wisconsin; where I grew up. Today’s painting commemorates the feeling of southern Wisconsin in the fall. It depicts a typical hardwood tree laced, rock pelted, glacier formed hill that exists in a great deal of that part of the state. Between the hills are some of the best farm lands in the world. Millions of deer hide in the tree-hills and graze on the fertile crops. It is an interesting eco-system. But there is not enough dry wit there…

In the summer in Idaho, you do not need a clothes dryer. The heat is so dry, you can almost drown while rafting in the Payette River, and be dry by the time you get back to your car. It is one of the few places where it is a pleasure to get totally wet while washing dishes. Cools you off, lets you deal with the heat.

As you enjoy the summer, please remember to hydrate. In my deli, I always have to remind myself to drink lots of water and tea to prevent dehydration headaches. Now that 100 heat is blowing on my head from the fresh air ventilation of the 325 degree fryer as I cook for the guests of the deli; I am well aware that Summer is here. Another trick for y’all is to soak your hat in cool water, then put it on your head. It cleans you hat and it protects you via evaporation.

Of course my favorite way to cool off in the deli, is to soak my bandanna in cool water and tie it around my neck [or use a bandanna clasp]. Ever look at pictures of old cowboys in Idaho. They all have a bandanna, that is probably wet to some extent, tied around their neck. This is proof that the private air conditioner that we all have forgotten about, is simple and a piece of cloth away from being yours.

Chill out, and enjoy.