george marinko, my unclehari hart
my mother's brother. many fond memories. As I am an artist too we had much to talk and write about. He always said [*]go abstract[*] i have taken his advise. I would like to email with all on discussion site.
George Marinko was my uncle (dad's brother)Elaine Marinko-Hoeflein
He would come to family gatherings dressed in overalls and paint splattered sneakers.
He would be totally oblivious to the dress code for the occasion. My cousin, who was a teenager at the time, thought he was just the "coolest dude" in his garb. Today these sneakers would have made a great fashion statement. Uncle George was also a man of few words. He was not much of a pontificator. I have an original George Marinko painting of birdhouses and another one of fish. I gave my brother a George Marinko painting of mushrooms. I would like to communicate with any relatives and others who knew my uncle.
George Marinko is my grandfater.
I am looking for any history or personal knowledge of the artist.All
information would be appreciated.
personal knowledge of the artistRichard Shapiro
My father was a professor at Yale Medical School. My dad knew George for many years. His life was sad in many respects. Despite his wealth of knowledge and talent, he was reclusive and often passed by in the art world, a typical profile for the living artisan. I met him many times in his dingy apartment in New Haven. I recall a particular visit a few years before his death; the windows were smashed and cold air filled the dark apartment , shared only by his mutt.
Our family covets dearly the many Marinko originals we accumulated over decades. He was a master of sorts in his surrealistic obsession, but was lost too often in his compulsive clown era. I fear the bottle was no friend to George.