Classic Art Gallery
Galleries in Carmel are often quaint, and this one, with one (of the two) entrances hidden behind a tree, is quaint-quaint-quaint. That's a 3-Q rating, the only 3-Q rating in the country. In fact, if your weight is over 300#, use the other entrance 'cause you won't make it in.
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To understand what surrounds you when you enter an art gallery, you have to have a little bit of an understanding about who the people are behind it, those that run it on a day to day basis, what's in their hearts and minds. You know to know the caliber of the people you're dealing with, because you're going to trust them with your money in return for fine art for your home and often it can be quite pricey.
Behind this gallery you have Sanya and Jovan Micovic, two people who are not only dedicated to their business, but loyal and attentive to their artists as well. I say loyal to their artists, because in the art business that word "loyalty" is a two way street. I put Sanya's name first, because she cooks the best stuffed peppers I've ever had anywhere, and they're especially delicious when you sit at her table and watch the sun go down over the Pacific.
But these two people are dedicated and knowledgeable, and when you walk in, you can trust them to inform you properly about what is on their walls. They're Serbs, and today there are a lot of Serbs in the art business, which you did not find 25 years ago. A dynamic people, good in business, and hard-working. In fact, Serbs learn to speak English without an accent, so the tongue must stretch and wiggle in the same manner as in the English language.
But you want to know what the gallery is about, right? Well, their display is always nice and orderly, paintings well hung, and the art of a high quality. You have to take your time though, to stand and study it, to see if what is there has an appeal for you. They always carry Parisian scenes, by Edourado Cortes, Eveylyn Blanchard, her father Antoine Blanchard, and E. Galien Lalouis. There are marine scenes, landscapes, still-life, genre scenes, either realism or impressionism, the many artists shown all a good choice. Take a look, for example, at the work of Hans Moerkerken (try to pronounce that one).
I cannot name all the artists, but the overall quality ranges from good to excellent; you make the selection. Your friends might tell you different, but it is what's in your heart that counts. Your selection might have been in the storage room for three years, but that doesn't mean that it is not the best painting in the gallery. What you're mainly concerned with is how trustworthy the people are who founded the gallery, and they are (and the stuffed peppers did not influence my opinion, believe me).
Actually, they have two galleries, the second one on Ocean Avenue, and you don't have to climb that tree to get into it. Jovan actually lets his pet monkey climb the tree, but it often ties up traffic, so he does not allow that too often.
The staff is excellent. They have to be in order for Jovan to play his daily games of tennis. Oh, back to the art, downstairs they have some very fine works too, so allow yourself time to browse.
Now, as a disclousure, I'm a dealer and artist's representative, but with 50 years of experience, and I don't think that that should disqualify me from giving you the insight into galleries, and telling you what to look for when you step inside. There's a heart and soul to each business, and in each artist as well. There's a story behind each painting as well, and some can be quite hilarious, others sad. Do I still sell art? Of course. Can I be objective? Sure, if I want to be. Am I? Of course. Is that the truth? Now, would I tell a lie?
I'll cover other galleries too, but I hate to read what a S.F. or L.A. reviewer writes about Carmel as a whole. They walk by a few galleries, put their noses up in the air, drink a couple of bottles of Chardonnay with dinner, paying a lot more for it than they would if it was not on an expense account, sleep it off in a $400 per night room, then drive home as if they had done something worthwhile.
I once read an article in Time Magazine, complete with pictures, and the guy was so far off base that I figured he must have gotten his Art Degree from Cornell, and been absent from class about 60% of the time.. If you can find a copy of the book, read Precious Garbage. It tells you a lot about reviewers, and, you could even be one after reading the book. But don't. Stay sane.
The L.A. Times used to take our advertising money, so under the theory that a reviewer would be thought biased, those who advertised did not get reviewed. I called up all the dealers whom I knew and we quit advertising in the Calendar Section. That was years ago. I think that their reviewers all went to Berkeley anyway, so we didn't miss much.
Howard E. Morseburg read more