About Chris + Annie

Chris and Annie were both art majors in college, so that’s how they met. Annie thought Chris was pretty good at art, and Chris thought Annie was basically the greatest artist he’d ever met.  They started dating Chris’s senior year, and they eventually married in the summer of 2005.

About three years later, Annie and Chris became the happy, grateful parents of Marshall Wyeth, who looks like both of them in true 50/50 equal amounts and makes them both really tired (and really happy) all of the time. Hopefully he’ll like art when he gets older.

Chris and Annie love all sorts of music, old and new art, friends, french-press coffee, falafel, rain and snow, the smell of leaves burning, Chicago and East Aurora, and lots of other very good gifts to mankind.

About Chris
www.chriskoelle.com

Visit my website and follow me on Twitter to get to know me a little better.

About Annie
www.anniekoelle.com

I think I have always assumed that I would be an artist as a profession, or rather, I never considered doing anything else. As far back as I can remember I have always drawn—on the carpet, on the fireplace hearth, drawing when I should have been doing math, drawing on church bulletins. . . My parents graciously gave me art lessons throughout childhood and high school and then I went on to get a bachelors degree in fine art. One of the best things my art teachers did for me was introduce me to the fabulous artists throughout history—John Sargent, Leonard Baskin, Mauricio Lasansky, and the list goes on.

My artwork is influenced by so many things—those art forefathers I just mentioned, small parts of nature, fashion, poetry, finely made objects and wonderful everyday experiences. I think I have several goals I try to accomplish with each piece of art: to express my personal appreciation for the object shown and to provoke the viewer to appreciation for that object when they come across it again in their own lives. Did I explain that correctly? How about this: be thankful for all the wonderful things you have been given—strawberries, breakfast, cake, birds, lovely brooches, everything. I will be the first to say that I take so many of the mundane things for granted.