If this doesn't look like my work it's because it's not. It's that of my grandfather, Charles Kaeselau. This is a mural he did on the wall of the Concord Post Office. It depicts the battle that was fought in Concord, a very historical site. It's actually life size and really awesome to look at.
Here's a quick little story of my grandpa.
He was a professional artist, who was born in Sweden, studied art in Paris then at the Institute of Chicago, where he met and married my grandmother, Marguerite Benjamin from Saginaw MI. 
They moved to Provincetown when it first became an artist colony and was considered a 'hot spot". Charles was one of the first directors of the Provincetown Art Association. 
They had 2 boys, Chris and Jean (my dad -shown here in the photo- he looks just like Quince, my nephew in this pic!)
Then when my dad was around 8 years old my grandmother died suddenly. Since this was back in the 1930's and women raised the kids, my grandfather ended up farming his kids off to other artist and writer friends. My dad was shuffled around all his childhood until he joined the Navy at 16 (they didn't know he was that young).
Anyway, back to Grandpa Charles....he was very depressed as you can tell by the turn in his paintings. This painting is at the Provincetown Monument Museum depicting exploritory travel in the nothern glaciers.
This one is at the Seamens Savings bank in Provincetown. To me, these paintings are expressing the inner turmoil in his life. Look at the raging sea and the ships that are about to crash into each other. Do you think anyone in the dory has a smile on their face? I doubt it.
Look at this one- the sky tells of an oppressive energy just looming over, so heavy that it can't be lifted. And the scary tree is practically going to eat the house! He added red on a snowy landscape where you wouldn't normally see red and I'd indicate this as being anger tied into it all. You can tell so much about a person by what they paint, how they paint and the colors they use. I should have been an artists psychoanalyst!
They moved to Provincetown when it first became an artist colony and was considered a 'hot spot". Charles was one of the first directors of the Provincetown Art Association. 
They had 2 boys, Chris and Jean (my dad -shown here in the photo- he looks just like Quince, my nephew in this pic!)
Then when my dad was around 8 years old my grandmother died suddenly. Since this was back in the 1930's and women raised the kids, my grandfather ended up farming his kids off to other artist and writer friends. My dad was shuffled around all his childhood until he joined the Navy at 16 (they didn't know he was that young).
Anyway, back to Grandpa Charles....he was very depressed as you can tell by the turn in his paintings. This painting is at the Provincetown Monument Museum depicting exploritory travel in the nothern glaciers.This one is at the Seamens Savings bank in Provincetown. To me, these paintings are expressing the inner turmoil in his life. Look at the raging sea and the ships that are about to crash into each other. Do you think anyone in the dory has a smile on their face? I doubt it.
Look at this one- the sky tells of an oppressive energy just looming over, so heavy that it can't be lifted. And the scary tree is practically going to eat the house! He added red on a snowy landscape where you wouldn't normally see red and I'd indicate this as being anger tied into it all. You can tell so much about a person by what they paint, how they paint and the colors they use. I should have been an artists psychoanalyst! 
Here's my grandpa in the early 60's. He ended up marrying 5 times in his life and died in the mid 70's. I only met him 2 or 3 times when I was little and just remember that he gave me maple sugar candy. His work is sought after in certain circles because of it's historic significance to the Provincetown art colony in the Charles Hawthorne era.
The end, for now.
