When “The Key To Creativity” exhibition opened at The Sidney & Berne Davis Art Center (SBDAC) in downtown Fort Myers, a poignant artwork shown by artist Eric J. Taubert offered a meaningful glimpse at various facets of Sanibel Island that were lost to Hurricane Ian last September.
(NOTE: An abridged version of this interview/essay was originally published in Maine Art Scene) The traditional art gallery model that has served plein air painters, mixed media artists, and fine art photographers for generations still reigns supreme in Maine; but change is in the wind.
If there were any questions as to whether Ogunquit remains one of the most lively, enduring, and relevant Art Colonies in America, they have now been answered — thanks to the Inaugural Perkins Cove Plein Air Painting Event which occurred on 9/11/21.
The Art Center in Dover, NH will be showing 3 of Eric J Taubert’s European Street Photography pieces in their “Faces” exhibition in September/October 2021.
(NOTE: An abridged version of this photo essay was originally published in the Spring 2021 Issue of the Maine Arts Journal – Union of Maine Visual Artists / UMVA Quarterly) “I know of a cure for everything: Salt water. In one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea.” — Isak Dinesen As the pandemic began to surge in early 2020, my wife Charlene and I left our winter home in Southwest Florida and drove back to […]
Jag Gallery in Key West, Florida has accepted two of Ogunquit, Maine fine art photographer Eric Taubert’s photos into their highly-anticipated juried Cell Phone Art Exhibit (opening October 30th and running through November 23rd).
One of Ogunquit, Maine fine art photographer Eric J. Taubert’s pieces depicting Perkins Cove has been accepted into BIG ARTS first-ever juried exhibit to open in their new Dunham Family Gallery on Sanibel Island, Florida.
Don’t miss the July/August issue of artscope magazine for my interview with artist Ryan Landry!
August wanes. Tucked among skyline branches and the wild tangles of roadside ditch thickets are patches of prescient leaves bold enough to prophesy impending end times. The last days of the deciduous.
I stare deep into a puddle full of autumn and feel her gazing back at me. There she is. Floating just above the cracked pavement. Drawn in glistening sunlight on the surface of fresh-fallen rainwater. At the center of a psychedelic-technicolor landscape vividly alive with the fiery hues of October’s fresh death.
