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Together again......

Anna Jane Krebs

   1938 - 2020     

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Obituary for S. Warren Krebs, 1936 - 2005

S. Warren Krebs of Nantucket and Florence, MA, died suddenly of a heart attack on Saturday, May 28, 2005 in Northampton, MA.  An artist, actor, director and educator, he was 69.  At the time of his death he was planning to open his studio/gallery for his 30th summer season.


From 1975 - 2004 the Krebs Studio-Gallery, 57 Union Street, Nantucket, MA, exclusively showed the works of S. Warren Krebs, whose stylistic range included fine line drawings in addition to impressionistic and abstract paintings. The artist invited and personally welcomed collectors and art patrons to his historic 1793 home and unique studio-gallery. Visitors were treated to a display of original delicate color drawings of Nantucket, exquisitely exuberant impressionist oil paintings, as well as dynamic abstract canvases - all accomplished with the artist's well-known passion for color and form. 

Krebs' original paintings and drawings have been collected by individuals and organizations in the United States and foreign countries.


Krebs' paintings and drawings have been collected by individuals and organizations in the United States and foreign countries:


"Krebs is a narrator of the poetic, a spokesman of the beauty and a quiet rebel whose many moods and varied subjects epitomize the essence of his unique quality."

John Cavanaugh


"There is magic in this man's touch"

Chen Chi


"A master of the abbreviated line"

Kneeland McNulty



The Artist's Statement of Purpose

Contentment is the enemy of a creative mind, and satisfaction becomes the craftsman, not the artist. Having experienced nearly a half century in my journey to express myself as an artist, certain fundamental truths have emerged: the unexpected fascinates my unafraid imagination; curiosity propels me into unchartered territory, and intuition directs my course from focused banality into unfocused mystery. I can neither predict nor control this wondrous energy that flows as if from some inner, unfathomed reservoir. I seem at times a guest at my easel and receive with pride and gratitude the gifts of the spirit. During the past few years, I have come to realize how indeed fortunate my life as an artist has been in that this journey has taken me from an exploration of the literal image into the megascopic impression of that reality with frequent visits into the dynamics of abstract expressionism. This evolvement has captivated my sensitivities and passions; it guides me at times with patience and other times with cathartic force.

More and more I enjoy fishing in the unexplored waters of my mind. One could receive no greater gift than time to discover what is yet to be discovered.

As an artist, I must always work on the edge, be on the edge, be involved with risk. I work spontaneously; the emotion and passion has to come rapidly. I do not sign a canvas until my heartbeat is implanted into the paint, and my diary is inscribed into the hills and valleys of that painting.

In marked contrast to earlier developmental years, I now consider myself a true colorist. Influence of the Brandywine Tradition, celebrating somber earth tones painted in quiet reminiscence, has disappeared. Color has happily invaded my mature style, and its vocabulary seems to both increase and refine itself through exercise. My current works more than ever before attempt to excite the senses with vibrant color. I allow intuitive impulse to dictate painting passages as either friendly or hostile color are juxtaposed to evoke an intended emotional response. This transition in my style has brought power based upon instinct, and it feels so right.

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