self portrait, watercolor
Remembering Don Hendricks
Don Hendricks was born in San Diego on June 10th, 1947, and grew up in Orange County. He joined the army and spent time in Korea, then Alaska, where he began his undergraduate work at the University of Alaska. He returned to Southern California and completed both his B.A. and M.A. at California State University, Fullerton. He began teaching and exhibiting his art soon after graduating, and taught at California State University, Fullerton; Rancho Santiago College (then Santa Ana College); and Hollywood Art School. In 1974 he joined the faculty at Fullerton College and served as a chairman of the Art Department from 1983 to 1985. He died on February 8, 1989, after being hit by a car while bicycling to work.
Don Hendricks' death is a poignant loss both to those who knew him well and to those who knew him only indirectly through his art. He was one of the most masterful and magical of contemporary realist painters. His work, from his early graphite drawings to his last watercolor triptychs, gathers the elements of our county-- hot rods, cactus, trains, Mickey Mouse, freeways, bungalows, foothills, canyons-- and projects a place suffused with marvelous light and possessed of great dimension.
Don Hendricks exhibited across America and in Europe, and had one-man shows in Geneva, Switzerland; New York; Washington D.C.; and Los Angeles. His work is represented in collections at the Los Angeles Music Center, the Ahmonson Contemporary Art Collection, Cedar-Sinai Medical Center, Laguna Beach Art Museum, and the Addison Gallery of Contemporary Art, as well as in many private and corporate collections. In the last five years, he was in 40 group exhibitions.
He received numerous honors for his work, including three California Arts Council grants, in 1982, 1983, and 1984. He filled a term as the first vice president of the National Watercolor Society in 1984. In 1981, with a matching grant from the California Arts Council, Don Hendricks became Brea's Artist in residence. As part of his residency, he offered demonstrations in schools, taught free watercolor classes, gave lectures, dedicated studio time, and completed special projects, including "Waterworks," an eight-part video series on basic watercolor techniques, which he wrote and produced. He painted 25 watercolors of Brea during this time, and his was considered a model residency program by the state.
Don Hendricks was a devoted husband and father, an avid sportsman-- climber, surfer, skier, and backpacker-- and an important artist of our time. He will be remembered and missed.
Jeff Horne, friend and fellow artist
Don Hendricks was one great artist. I will continue to watch him paint the clouds for me the rest of my life, I'm sure. His art reached far beyond his watercolors and drawings. Life as he lived it was a masterpiece which he worked on humbly, thoughtfully, honestly, and daily.
He was an artist in the finest sense. I remember complimenting Don on his children's creativity and asking if he was looking forward to watching their creative development. And he said simply that he would be very happy if they just grew up to be good human beings.
Don always knew what was truly important. I remember my excitement at introducing him to the IMAX Theater in Los Angeles where we had gone to see "The Dream is Alive," a film shot from inside a space shuttle and shown on a three-story high screen. He sat quietly as I explained what was about to happen. But his attention was elsewhere. He excused himself and was gone for a while, and I never would have known if the leader of that group of more than a dozen handicapped children had not stopped us as we left to thank Don for paying for all of their entries into the theater-- and with the money he had saved to buy art paper with me later that afternoon. I had been intent to show Don something new that day; instead he taught me that a single act of human kindness is grander than any view form outer space.
Don was the very best kind of teacher, never proselytizing or dictating, but rather quietly showing the way. I knew him to be an honest man in every sense: honest in his portrayal of life, especially in his most recent paintings. How beautiful they are seen in total-- and yet they include the hidden, the unexpected, and the seemingly unfair broken bits and pieces we find upon closer inspection. He lived the truth-- that we can make the choice to bring goodness into this life. I camped with Don, traveled, ran, swam, painted, and exhibited art with him. He wanted me to climb a mountain with him. I never would. Now he has left for me a mountainous legacy. For from those whom God has given much, much is required. And God gave me, and us all, so very much in Don Hendricks.
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