Alice & Allison at Hagan Fine Art (Charleston, SC), 2017
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Alice Williams paints, laughs, gardens, and lives with an ease and awakened wonder which infuse the very fibers of her canvas and inspire every stroke of her brush. Taking in an Alice Williams painting is a meditation; transporting, comforting, inspiring, and revealing. Luring one in ever more deeply with its color play and thoughtful composition, her rhythmic strokes delightfully blur the sharp edges of reality, and take the viewer into a lovely, timeless, secret world they never even knew they were missing.
There is no mistaking an Alice Williams painting. Post-impressionist in style for over 50 years, she makes it look easy, but that perfectly unfinished, relaxed precision is the result of a lifelong love affair with the arts and dedicated study with many of the great American artists of our time. Also a master gardener, Alice began to apply what she had learned from painting garden scenes. “Grass is negative space, color is positive. I am still amazed and in wonder when I think about it.” Her passion and sheer joy for creating legendary gardens matches her love of painting. Always drawing inspiration from her surroundings, she took notice of the enchanting gardens of England when her husband, Don, was relocated there through his job with IBM for two and a half years in 1985. Alice’s homes and gardens have been the subjects of at least 14 articles in major publications. Continuing their European adventure, the couple spent two and a half years in the 7th arrondissement of Paris, where Alice and Don fell in love with all things French — Provence in particular. In 2012, they rented a home in a village nearby their dear friends in Aix, and after three years bought an old farmhouse built in 1823. The majestic surroundings are reflected in her work: sprawling lavender fields, old chateaux and farmhouses, olive groves, and the occasional French interior currently dominate her subject matter. They now consider France home and spend as much time as possible in their little hamlet of Lourmarin. They have never looked back. |
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