Created by God, captured by Bob; then, transformed by Robert J. Hogan
Welcome to my website. About this site, I would like to thank Tina & Andrew Simpson, of Othels Art Gallery & School of Art. Between the two, they took a dream of mine that I had first seeded back in 1976. Back then, I was returning from only a failed attempt to have my art seen and possibly sold; but now, Andrew created
something I had never even dreamed for. Earlier in 2014, when I first met with Andrew all I had brought were some thoughts, ideas, and a bunch of containers that contained my art. But when I left my thoughts and art became a seed and then grew through the ideas of Tina & Andrew. Then Andrew planted and developed, a wild hair dream of mine, into this website.
About me, my name is Robert J. Hogan and I have lived a very interesting life. Besides using as my first name Robert, I also answer to: Bob, Bobby and Hogan. My father was Richard (Dick) and my mother Joan (Joan). I am the third oldest in a family of eight; that’s, six girls and two boys. The Hogan kids came as follows, first Mary; a year later, Kathy; next year follows Bobby; two years, and next enters Julie; two years, Mark; then two years, followed Sara; four years went by, then Amy; last but not least, one year later Molly, who brought in the rear. We as the Hogan family, enjoyed a wonderful life. Our residence was divided between areas in Northeastern Wisconsin, Green Bay and Point Comfort. Each year, we would spend September through May living at our winter home, in Green Bay; and then, June thru August we lived at our summer cottage in a community called Point Comfort on the shore of Green Bay.
Education: Fort Howard, kindergarten through 1st grade; and then, 2nd through 8th grade, I attended Annunciation, a Roman Catholic grade school. It was during this period, I remember having difficulties with many of my classes; especially, spelling; but, I always did well when working on artistic projects.
Thinking back, it was during this period, when attending Annunciation grade school, my parents attended a parent teacher conference. During this meeting, my teachers discussed the difficulties I was having with my schoolwork; and, my parents where also told that is was fortunate that my father owned a paint store, because that way I could always stock shelves. They recommended to my parents to have me professionally evaluated; so, they could find ways to address my difficulties.
Next, leading up to my appointment, I remember my father attempting to explain to me what was about to happen. He explained all the good things that we would
learn from these tests. On the day of my appointment I don’t recall the nature of those evaluations; but since then, I have received that same type of evaluations to evaluate me. It would be the many tests that were given to me years later to evaluate me from a head ￼accident.
A few weeks passed, when my parents and I returned to hear the results in findings of my appointment. Again, I do not recall what was said; but, he had conclude meeting with my parents and he then asked my parents to leave. It was then, that the Phycologist told me, “don’t worry about not being able to spell; because, Albert Einstein could not spell; then, he went on to tell me about how school will become much easier for me. And, besides my normal grade school education, I also began receiving tutoring. About the same time my principle showed me information about a contest that had been sponsored by the Wisconsin Governor’s Committee for Hiring the Handicap. The Wisconsin Governor’s Committee; so, I entered; and, my poster was Adjudged Winner.
Next came, Premontre High School. Because of my poor performance on entrance exam, I was placed in lower level. Back then, I began to move up very quickly into more advanced levels of the courses. My sophomore year I looked into taking art; but, I found that it took place at the time of my Spanish course. In order for me to take art, I had asked my Spanish I teacher, permission to drop a Spanish course.
The day I spoke to my Spanish teacher, I did not know; but, the prerequisite for college, had just changed. My Spanish teacher asked me my reason for wanting to drop Spanish; so I told him that, I could take an art course, that I had wanted to take; because, both classes were at the exact same time. I remember telling him about my dreams to be an artist; and that, I didn’t think that I would ever need to speak Spanish. I then continued with saying, if I were ever to go to Mexico and say to someone “Oh la Como staus:” (SP) then someone replies, Ahu stow be in gracious etu, (SP), I’d be screwed. The teacher laughed; then, signed my request.
In the Art class, I was introduced to a whole new art experience; including, watercolor painting. Back then, I recall discovering through, reading and experimenting about watercolor painting; and then, I purchased my basic supplies; and then, painted my first watercolor. Continuing, during a parent teacher conference my parents were shown my first watercolor painting. Returning, from it, I remember my parents to tell me about their meeting with my art teacher.
From, what I recall my teacher, told them he thought I was a natural, to watercolor painting. Because of this my parents encouraged my artistic direction.
About that time, I became active in an art program that was sponsored by a U.S. government program called Quest, Operation Area Arts. Quest was a federal program that was financed under Title III of The Elementary and Secondary Federal Education Act of 1965. Examples of my art, The premise behind Quest being introduced, was to￼ the arts to cities in the U.S. that our government thought was lacking in culture and to promote the arts. About that, fortunately enough for me Green Bay was chosen because Green Bay’s only culture was the Green Bay Packers; so “Go Pack Go”. Through the quest, Operational Area Arts, I met many new friends and was introduced to working in studio environments; with, instructors, who were themselves artists.
My college experiences were great because UWGB, was transforming from a two year extension service into the University Wisconsin, Green Bay, into a four year University. UWGB was the very first Environmental University and its catalog, that year, had been awarded catalog of the year. The student/faculty ratio was outstanding, with many of its classes having fewer than 40 students. UWGB had a wonderful art department; but, you could not major in art; so, I graduated with a BA in Communication Action with a Visual Arts option; in other words, I was taught to carry on creative conversations; but, they majority of my studies were in the arts.
At first, many of my art studio classes at UWGB were taking place at a facility known as the Warehouse. This building, former warehouse space was located between the old UWGB Deckner campus and the new UWGB, Nicolet campus. This warehouse, had been divided into space for ceramics, design and sculptor studios. Following semesters, UWGB expanded to the new campus. My courses included semesters of life drawing, and multiple classes in design, watercolor painting; and also a courses in printmaking, jewelry and courses art history. Also, during this period my studies included numerous trips to visit the Chicago art scene.
Paintings (02), (03), (04), (07), (08), (28), (39), (56), (57), (58), (86), (87), (88), (97), (103), (105), (116) are examples of my work during the following time period: Year(s) 1972, 73, 74, 75. I know it was in the early days of a semester, sitting in a lecture hall at UWGB, I recall some important things that I had happen to help to shape me. I had just attended my first Art History; and, waiting in a lecture hall for my next class to begin.
I remember that I was doing some serious thinking; about, what had just taken place in my pervious class; Art History, that day. I had been just introduced to a whole lot of stuff; like, the new artists and their styles. I remember dreaming about how I might be classified; so instead, I decided to create my own Art Style; and, call it Proty. The word Proty, is a word that I created so I had to invent its history; and then, decide the meanings behind the Proty Art style.
So, the word Proty was derived from Protirian Man, which was another term I had to create; so, Protirian man is a person who is defined by society; and, what society determines that person to be. When artist works In Proty Art, that artist no longer controls their finished piece. It then, becomes the viewer(s). It is then up to the viewers creative. If the person, viewing the work, likes it, great; but, if they do not like it thats great too. It is up to that viewer to be creative, and decide its meaning.
In that same study hall, was a guy that I became equated with in a high school art class. His name was John Keegan; and, sitting was Dan Glaser, who I am still good friends with. I digress, let me first apologize; but, what I had said to them that day, “You smell as if you’ve eaten a shit sandwich”. They laughed and said that they had just eaten at Chile John’s. Again, I digress: but, because I had never eaten there John, Dan and I made a lunch date; and still, drop by whenever.
Shortly, there after our LES Class began in that lecture hall. The three of us decided to form one of these groups. And thus Purple Reverse Productions (PRP) was formed; and we used PRP to create a piece that followed the fit into wording of that assignment. I do not recall the exact assignment; but, I remember it to be
rather broad. The project had to be about the history of North Eastern Wisconsin.
The day of our shoot, we decided to satisfy the North Eastern Wisconsin part of assignment by shooting in the Green Bay Packer Stadium parking lot. On the day of our shoot, we shot a video showing me driving a car into Packer parking lot and stopping, in the middle of a parking lot that had the Packer Stadium located in the center of the lot. I digress, at that time I was taking a lot of art courses, I was also busy taking classes I needed to fill my schedule. One such class, Introduction to Computer Science, because I had taken to cover my math portion of classes needed to graduate. Since UWGB was in its early years, I was asked to run; and then, excepted their challenge; and with the help of my fellow board members organized what became UWGB’s Student Union. For what we all accomplished during this period I was nominated to Who’s Who in America Colleges and Universities.
Continuing, then, Who’s Who in America Colleges and Universities committee elected me into their honored organization. Having, only a limited experience of selling my art work, while in college, I never really had even considered it as a possibility. Although, thinking back I do remember trying to with my Proty Art Style. Earlier that year, I had a plan; and then, worked on mission to sell The Proty Art Style. In preparation, I made reverse paintings and toured WI art shows. To spread my idea, I first created; then, sold these paintings at street art price. I Graduated from UWGB in the winter of 1973 with a BA in Communication Action, and a Visual Arts option. Before, I had been so busy with all of my school activities, I really didn’t do much planning for my future. I had no idea about what I wanted be or do after graduating from college. So that January, I decided to look into employment. Before, I really do any serious preparation, I decided to stop by a local Green Bay, TV station and check about employment. I really hadn’t experienced having going through the process it takes to find employment.
Next, that January, 1974 I began to work as a news photographer; but, later that year due to order from the main office, in fact that my job hadn’t been ever approved through normal hiring process, the news director was told to eliminate a photographer position. I was disappointed about being let go; but, I feel great about all that I had learned and experienced during that period of my life.
I believe that headquarters decided to expand, and to upscale by adding a catalog salesroom. Two of the departments, where Camera’s & Stereos and I was hired to be manager of those departments. I enjoyed the creative challenges that were given to me. It was a great new learning experience; so, my days I worked my retail job; then, nights I would go home were I rehearse with our band; and then finally, sleep. Each day, I found things to do with my creativity; such as, helping to create a whole new environment for a retail store and my nights were spent practicing with Rodent Boy Combo. Life was sweet. At that time our band decided that we needed a booking agent. All during this time I was very busy; but, I found time to paint. I was still in a phase were I failed to understand the process of organizing my time so that I could create art. That spring our new agent organized a tour; so, my employer give me the opportunity to take a summer leave: and, that summer of 1975 our band became Punk; then, Knuckles. That summer was interesting; because, our group went on a regional tour that covered various spots in and around Wisconsin. Early art; of mine, created during this time. Paintings (03), (04) (5), (11).
I digress, on earlier work of mine, I use to sign my art R. Hogan; but, decided to change my signing name to Robert J. Hogan. My reason changing my signing name was that that I stopped; one day, by a government office that was located in Green Bay. In that office was a painting of mine. It had been purchased a few years early by Green Bay’s The Nevil Public Museum, for their collection. I recall feeling cool; so, I inquired about the painting. The woman; that had stopped by to wait on me started to tell me about it. She said how she liked it; and continued, that the painting had been done, by Richard Hogan; and, finished saying that she knew Richard Hogan; but, never knew that he was an artist. I felt great about her liking the painting; but, I did not tell her that in fact, it was my painting; but, because of what happened that day, I decided to change my artistic signing name from: R. Hogan to Robert J. Hogan.
Then, California, here I come. Back then, I decided that what I would do is to move CA; work for a year; and, after a year, I go to graduate school at UCLA. So, during this period, I was in the process of living and working in CA; but, I did not do any preparation work into taking the Graduate Record Exam GRE; but, I continued to be creative and painted (39). Because my plan, for Graduate School did not work out, I decided to look into attempting to try to live as an artist; and, live off my paintings.
While living in CA, I thought about trying to find a gallery, to sell my art work; and, live as an artist. That day, I put my art works in my car; and, drove to San Francisco. I was totally unprepared when I entered the gallery. So, inside someone came over to wait on me, and that’s when I told him about my plan to sell my art work. He agreed to look over my art work; and, after looking over my work he asked me what do you want to make per painting? I replied with an amount; and, he responded, “Some of our best Artists do not make that amount.” Heading home I remembered thinking what that person, at that gallery, did not say was that my work was not good enough to be shown in their gallery; but, that I was asking too much. I did not think I could live on my art; so, I thanked him and left. I had a 45 minute drive home that day; and on it, I began to setup a plan. I decided that I would get a regular job to support me; and, to continue at creating my art; then, I live on both my art and savings. Then when I’ve gotten to the age; say 60’s, which is where I am now, I would sell my art, to supplement my income.
During that period, I would call my friends that were living in Milwaukee, WI. They were all friends, who I had met back when I was attending UWGB. One such night, with the use of a sound on sound RadioShack real to real, I decided to make a present for Tab. So, what I did with the aid of my sound on sound reel to reel, I recorded a mess of music to be played at Tab’s birthday party. It contained many songs that I had discovered, since I had previously seen him. Then, sandwiched into the music was a cut that I had doctored. I had taken an instrumental off a disc called Nashville Guitars. The song chosen, was Days of wine and Rose That day, wrote the following lyrics:
The guitar music continues to strumming; and then, the vocals begin at the end of the second introduction: and,
The way you look, goes beyond belief, my life just wants to cease, the way you left me there, oh standing there, the way you smile entrances me and you want to go I won’t let you go home, I love those eyes of blue; and there is, the way you move, I just like touching you oh just standing there; oh yeah.
Originally, l started with thinking up a few phrases of words that sounded good together; then, a song began to develop on its own; then, the lyrics and developing a rhythmical melody; and finally I sang and mixed it over the prerecorded guitar music. Then, I finished the tape with recording additional prerecorded songs, like the new music that had been used before my doctored piece. The next day, I mailed that tape to Tab, in Milwaukee.
After his birthday, Tab told me what had happened on his birthday. Tab told me how they were all listening to the tape; then, the musicians started playing; then, they started hearing the vocals. After they had listened only for a short portion of the song, someone said, that’s Bob Singing. Later, I was told what they did. They took my recording into their studio, wrote backup vocals; and then, recorded it over my piece.
After a short time, Tabby called and announced he was coming to visit me in CA. With him he brought a gift, Tab brought the recording that they had made with back vocals they had mixed in. He also told me tails of what they were doing regarding music. Because of being lonely and the news of what they all had for living arrangements I decided to relocate.
Another wild hair; then, I moved to Milwaukee, WI. Having friends there, I decided to live with my friends and to play music with them again. When I arrived back in Milwaukee my plan was to live off the money I would make from playing with the band. But, Tom the guy I was going to live with told me that I wouldn’t be able to live on the money I would make from playing in the band; so, I applied for a retail job at a record store, Peaches, in Milwaukee, WI. So, my days I worked at Peaches; then, at night I use to go back and rehearse with the Strangs. I was a singer with the Strangs and we played in and around Milwaukee. Then, I was transferred to Bethel Park, PA; then, moved to metro Atlanta in 1978; worked , got married, had a lot of fun; then,
I don’t recall the exact date and time, but, I woke early morning in a dimly lit room. I did not know where I was; but, the room was an interesting color. I remembered this term from a period from years before. Back then, my father use to own a paint store and for a good portion of my life I use to work there. Like I was saying I opened my eyes to find me in a large institutional sized dimly lit room and I noticed a TV hanging on the wall. Moving slowly, I remember thinking that I must be in a hospital. Turning I made an attempt to get out of bed and I found my entire left leg covered with a large cast. Then, like a child, I remember throwing the bed covers back over my head; then, slowly pulling the sheet back I was hoping that all would wake from wherever I was; but, I didn’t.
Then, suddenly a young woman enters the room saying a whole bunch of stuff, like commenting about the day and so on, as she fiddled with the blinds; and then, she tells me that her name is Sharon, and helps me out of bed to go into the bathroom. After finishing in the bathroom, we left through the hospital room and entered into hallway. This may have been 10 minutes, since she had first told me her name; when, she suddenly steps in front of the wheelchair and says, “Bob, what’s my name?” and I answer Sharon, and she then smiled. Back then, I had thought that she was smiling because she had forgotten her own name; but, later I found out that she had been going through that same routine for the past two weeks, and that morning I finally answered her question correctly.
Now where was I, now I can blame it on the head injury that I acquired due to an automobile accident in 1985; but, that day a friend, fellow worker and I think we were following behind a midsize hatchback; following behind a midsized delivery truck? I think the speed limit may have been 30 mph; but, on our side of that road was backed up. On the opposite side of the street was a Ford Bronco that suddenly turns and ricochets into the side of the truck in front of me; so, I tried to move my car out of the way; but, as I was moving over get out of the way the Ford Bronco hit me directly in the side of my car; later, I asked the person who was in my car, what I had said; and he responded, “Oh shit!” Painting (37)
Recently I was at the port of a neighborhood transit waiting for the next train when an individual; who was standing beside me, broke into a conversation. He looked at me and said, “Thinking back is the first thing you can remember, remember”.
I would like to thank Susan A. Cipcic, who had been my wife; and still is a friend, who helped to steer me back into my art. Prior to my 1985 auto accident; I use to say, I didn’t have time to paint; but, from the date of my accident I have nothing but time, so I paint.