Patrick Bayard, US Marine Corps, Iraq War
Mr. Bayard grew up in Sulphur, but is a native of Pleasant Hill, where he spent much of his time at his grandfathers home on the Civil War battlefield of April 9, 1864. He joined the United States Marine Corps on September 12, 2001. Mr. Bayard yearned to fight as an infantryman in the fight against terrorism, but was detailed to drive a wrecker in the long march from Kuwait to Baghdad in the Iraq War in 2003. He was awarded the coveted Combat Action Ribbon, but the experience of the war affected him deeply when he returned home, especially when casual friends would blurt out very awkward questions.
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Architecture in Art
June 2, 2012 @ 2:00 pm
From soaring church naves to dogtrots in soggy swamps, gothic flying buttresses to Palladian palaces, we'll explore the art in architecture (or vice versa!) in our permanent collection.
The Transcendental Tour: When America Discovered Itself
July 7, 2012 @ 2:00 pm
On this tour, we¹ll explore the art and literature of the transcendentalist movement which marked the first truly American movement and the moment we stepped away from European models of thought, literature, and art.
The Dog Days of Summer
August 4, 2012 @ 2:00 pm
Reading and art will illuminate the doldrums that accompany the end of the summer and the tingle that comes with the anticipation of the onset of autumn.
Free to the public for enjoyment and enlightenment, The R.W. Norton Art Gallery is a non-profit museum built in 1966 which features original works of American and European art. With the addition of the South Wing in 1991 and the North Wing in 2003, the Norton has continued to expand its permanent collection and bring outstanding art exhibitions from all over the country to the greater Shreveport area. Explore the Norton online and plan your next visit to experience its amazing art and gorgeous gardens. Enjoy your visit!
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Pardon Our Dust Clothes: Some Changes at the Norton
Any artists studio is familiar with the proliferation of dust cloths and that new smell of fresh paint, but its a bit unusual to encounter those visual and olfactory consequences of art at a museum like the Norton. Spring, however, is traditionally the season for a bit of freshening up, and, just as our gardens explode in bloom, weve been adding new lighting designs and fresh, bright colors to the interiors of the museum as wellfrom the lobby to both North and South Wings. We began a year ago, renovating the Russell Gallery, and when it was finished, we saw that it served as something of a template for other galleries. Off came the old fiber wall coverings, and up went a light, bright paint above the wainscoting. A charming, new geometric floor pattern, based on Roman designs, went down. Then, three tall windows along the east wall opened vistas to our botanical gardens. Back into the gallery went the sculpture and paintings of Charles Marion Russell. Meanwhile we stored away some of the artists ephemera that were displayed in glass cases lining the wall. The space allows greater attention to Russells best works.
Spring Awakens the Spirit of Beauty, History, and Intricacy in the Norton's Galleries & Gardens
Special Events for March & April include March's First Saturday Tour: Six Degrees of Art History, the opening of our latest Special Exhibition; Associated American Artists: Art by Subscription, and April's First Saturday Tour: Coyote Sky.
Andersonvilles Art of Hope
In 1864 a woman in southwest Georgia climbed a guard tower at the Civil War prisoner of war camp near Andersonville, and peered down into the stockade. Camp Sumter teamed with thousands of Union prisonersskeletal men shuffling about in tattered rags in open, fetid air or lying, some near death, in hovels called she-bangs. She wrote: My heart aches for these poor wretches, Yankees though they are, and I am afraid God will suffer some terrible retribution to fall upon us for letting such things happen. If the Yankees should ever come to southwest Georgia and go to Andersonville and see the graves there, God have mercy on the land![...]