BATESVILLE – The works of regionally acclaimed watercolor artist Judy Glore are currently on display at Amack’s Well café in Batesville.
For this show, which runs until June 22, the retired art teacher has chosen his favorite depictions of scenes from his travels abroad. She also chose a few pieces focusing on Southeast Indiana scenes. Some, she said, she only chose them because they are fun!
As you take the selections, you notice that they appear to be based on happy moments in his life. As she says, she paints because she’s funny. And that fun clearly runs through every piece.
Many pieces of his Amack’s Well show are scenes he witnessed while traveling in Europe when he was younger.
“In Europe, they worship art and it’s everywhere, and it’s part of their culture from a long time ago,” he said.
During the trip, he marveled at the ancient churches covered in works of art with beautiful stained glass windows.
“I don’t think we do it here because we’re too busy,” he said.
Glore’s subjects and his absolute mastery of how light strikes them implies an almost magical awe with life. And that amazement is present in whatever piece you create, be it acrylics, oils or watercolors, your true calling.
Getting to know the artist means realizing that his amazement and enjoyment with life is an intentional choice. Here is a lesson for all of us.
“I had a terrible childhood,” she said. “I remember playing soccer in the backyard with all the kids in the neighborhood, but other than that I don’t have fond memories growing up.”
Glore’s father was an alcoholic. At some point in his memory, he stopped drinking and became religious. He took mother to court and took her children away from her.
“It was the end of everything and everything for me, and I was heartbroken,” she said.
She remembers stealing money from a kitchen drawer where her father left it with the housekeeper to do the weekly shopping. With the stolen money, he bought a bus ticket to the Ohio city where his mother lived. After a few days with his mother, he said, “I’ll call your father and tell him where you are, because I guess he’s hectic.”
She sent Judy a train ticket and was ordered to go home.
“The court said you have to do this and I don’t want to take your mother back to court,” her father said on the phone.
Judy’s mother eventually took her father back to court because she feared that Judy would do something tragic. During the ensuing battle, Judy was asked if she wanted to live with her mother or go to a boarding school for which she father had to pay. She chose the boarding school.
“It wouldn’t take me where I wanted, because it was too expensive,” he said. So she ended up in a Catholic boarding school for girls in Tipton, Indiana, where she stayed for two years.
“I remember hiding in the attic for three days once, sneaking into the kitchen at night to steal bread. That’s all I had to eat and I spent the three days crying, ”she said.
She remembers another time she ran away and had some sort of epiphany.
“I just realized I was ruining my life with hate. I hated my dad and he was poisoning every other area of my life. He wasn’t hurting anyone but myself, but he just tore my body and soul apart, “he said.
Judy then decided to stop hating.
“And I haven’t hated him since,” he said. “Now I just love people and things, and now I’m happy.”
Judy and her husband Larry met when they both accepted their first teaching position here in Greensburg. They taught in Greensburg until retirement and still reside in the community. They have a daughter who grew up with a very successful son.
She remembers being by her mother’s side when she was diagnosed with cancer. She had always had a weak heart and she could not survive the chemotherapy.
“All I could do was cry about it until I cried myself,” she said.
Life is good now, except for the quiet moments when her mother’s memory creeps in again. She walks in the evening with her husband and in the morning she goes to a gymnastics class.
“I keep moving. You have to, “she said.
So what do you want to be remembered for?
“I want to be remembered as someone who was kind,” Glore said. “Because it is something that resides not only in the mind, but in the soul. Art is in the mind, but it comes through the eyes, and sometimes it goes as far as it goes. It touches you, but not as much as a great kindness ”.