Margie Lawrence

artist artwork

I was born in 1957 in Chicago and lived 3 blocks from Wrigley Field. Both my parents were artists and influenced my right brain. As a young adult I pursued to some success acting and design for the theater. From 1980 to 1984 I worked with Del Close–Second City, Paul Sills–Story Theater, The Prop Theater Company and David Mamet’s St. Nicholas Theater.

In 1984 I decided to go on an adventure and traveled throughout the United States. I arrived back on 8/8/88, a fortuitous day in Cub history. 53 years after the first night baseball game, the corner of Clark and Addison lit up the night sky, (though a very rainy one). The reason for my homecoming was that I was accepted into The School Of The Art Institute. My concentration of study was computer graphics. Since then I have earned my living as a graphic artist and illustrator.

My interest in baseball is a longtime fascination. In 1967 I used to play baseball with the Little League boys but was not accepted as a member of the official lineup. Being a girl and having estrogen coursing thru my pre-adolescent veins I guess is a detriment to a good curve ball.
Since 1988 I have attended at least 800 Cub games, 99% in the bleachers, no small feat since the price of a ticket has gone up 450% since my 88 bleacher debut!

The most recent shows have been at Morpho Gallery, Andersonville Arts Weekend, Ravenswood Art Walk and the School of the Art Institute Barewalls benefit, Ten Cat, JettSett gallery. My other interest is the survival of New Orleans as a city and a bastion of what our cultural heritage has to offer. The city of New Orleans should be designated a national treasure and every effort should be made to preserve and protect it’s soul as well as it’s infrastructure.

I have a love of the national pastime. The link to our heritage and social mores are reflected in the way the game has evolved over the last 150 years, yet very little has changed in the way the game is played since baseball's inception. It is still 90 feet to first base and three strikes and "yer out". When John McGraw died his widow found a list of all the Negro League players he would've signed, I have put these players with their white counterparts to illustrate how things should have been. My "looser" paintings evoke the actual plays and the thrill of being at the ballpark. There is always a relaxed tension at the game, never knowing what may occur, and the action in the paint strokes elaborate the excitement of when this tension is broken and a great play has happened. Most of my paintings are realistic, what you see is what you get. I just finished a Santo that records his power when he was in his prime, lest people forget that this man was terror at third as well as at bat.