There is something about Michigan that I love…maybe it’s because it can’t be a “drive-thru” state, (those pesky great lakes flanking it makes it hard), but there is an authentic aura that is everywhere. Gentrification hasn’t taken over the resort areas, people are genuinely friendly, and maybe the long winters inspire creativity…and E.R. doctor-turned-artist Dewey Blocksma personifies that spirit.
1943-
Beulah, Michigan


But once you see his paintings or sculptures, you see the cumulation of the influence of every experience, from childhood in Amarillo, Texas, then Pakistan, and back to the states in Michigan, and toys missed due to foreign travels, to anatomy classes, the genuine love of the female form, and fascination with breathing new life in ordinary objects that are usually discarded.
But don’t call them whimsical…