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A Memphis Legend: Calvin Farrar

Whether you realize it or not, you’ve seen Calvin Farrar’s artwork. It’s practically everywhere, his window paintings a part of the city’s landscape as they fill up the fronts of businesses from Midtown to Orange Mound to Downtown. The cartoon illustrations he paints create delightful scenes for passersby and patrons to enjoy; smiling snowmen, waving scarecrows, and dunking Grizzlies offer a moment of whimsy in a city of grit and grind. Today, as I speak with him, he paints the windows of Babalu in Overton Square, outlining cheery elves and Santa first in white paint and pencil, before intuitively adding in colors for the Christmas scene he’s created. His own smiles spread across his face as he steps back to look at his painting, his love of the work obvious.

For the past 25 years or so, Farrar has steadily grown his window painting business, from his first solo job at the old Ed’s Camera Store, then to The Bar-B-Q Shop and a Huey’s location, then to all Huey’s locations, and from there it blossomed to a year-round job all around town that allows him to pursue what he’s always wanted to: art.

“That’s the only thing I know how to do, is paint,” Farrar says. He took to it naturally as a child, his high school teacher, especially, encouraging his talents. Later, when he was an adult, his neighbor, Artiek Smith, also an artist, introduced Farrar to window painting, inviting him along to job sites before Farrar embarked on his own.

Calvin Farrar at work (Photo: Abigail Morici)

Today, as he works, he paints with ease, his strokes confident and smooth. He mastered his signature style a long time ago. When I ask him if he’s proud of his window art — that he can go just about anywhere from Brookhaven Pub & Grill in East Memphis to Superlo in Orange Mound and catch a glimpse of his work — he simply nods, beaming.

Yet window murals — no matter how much of a Memphis staple they’ve become — are temporary, meant to last only a season at a time. “A lot of people don’t want to take it down,” Farrar says. But, alas, they must.

For an artist, like Farrar, these window paintings are only a taste of a legacy that art can offer, so in his free time, he paints in oils, a medium much more permanent. Entrenched in nostalgia for the Delta and the blues, these folk-inspired paintings are rich in color and smooth strokes that suggest the artist’s assured process. When he paints, he says, “I just paint. If it’s a good subject matter, I work on it. … I just get a feel for it.”

“A lot of people didn’t know I painted oil paintings,” Farrar adds. In fact, it wasn’t until this past October that he had one of his first gallery shows “since a long time ago.” The First Presbyterian Church on Poplar hosted the duo exhibition, titled “When the Spirit Moves,” with Rosa Jordan. “I thought it was pretty cool,” Farrar says.

Already, his next show is on display at Buckman Arts Center at St. Mary’s Episcopal School. This exhibit, titled “It’s a Memphis Thang” and done in conjunction with Anna Kelly, features works from across his years as an artist, as well as Kelly’s mixed media works of Mid-South icons. “Calvin has spent so many years charming Memphians with his art,” says Cindi Younker, director of Buckman Arts Center. “Buckman is delighted to offer him a proper show to celebrate this living legend and his work.”

“It’s a Memphis Thang” will be on display through March 7th. The opening reception will take place on Friday, February 9th, 5 to 6 p.m. at Buckman Arts Center at St. Mary’s, 60 Perkins Extended.

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Opinion The Last Word

200 and Counting: Thoughts on Memphis’ Bicentennial

When I found out 2019 was Memphis’ bicentennial year, I expected a nonstop party. But here we are, almost halfway through January and I have not been invited to a single birthday function. Nor have I seen photos from a birthday function I wasn’t invited to. People don’t even know. You’d think it was just some regular year, not the dawn of the Third Century of the Bluff City.

The bicentennial has barely garnered a mention since the state legislature tried to punish us for removing those Confederate statues by taking our birthday party money away.

Susan Ellis

Calvin Farrar

You only turn 200 once. Plenty of haters — the yellow fever, for one — didn’t think we would make it this far. This is no time to be bashful. Sure, the “big day” is still four months away, and I know we’re not the type of city that likes to make everything about us. But if anyone’s saying “Ugh, we get it, it’s your birthday year” by then, do we really need that kind of negativity in our lives?

Maybe, like me on my 30th, Memphis doesn’t feel like it’s accomplished as much as it had hoped. In that case, I can empathize with the desire to keep things low-key. But listen, Memphis: 200 isn’t the end. We are going to take every lesson learned in the first 200 years and use them as the foundation for our Best Century Yet. We’re not going to dwell too much on the past and somehow make this another Elvis thing. I’m taking it upon myself to get the party started with some shoutouts to a few present-day Memphians I admire, because the people make the place. Also, the water. But mostly the people. I could probably list 200, but in the interest of word-counts I’ll start with three who, like the city itself, are unsung, underrated, and understated.

Gary Crain is the pastor at the New Testament Christian Church at the corner of Quince and Mount Moriah. I don’t attend his church, and I’ve never heard his sermons. But he has been a part of my mornings for as long as I can remember. No matter the weather, he’s standing out front, smiling and waving to commuters most weekdays. Sometimes cars pull over to stop and chat, and other drivers quietly go around them. It amazes me that an act as small as a wave can bring so much joy to a person’s day. Multiply that by thousands of drivers and passengers: It’s a movement. It makes me want to be more neighborly. I plan my commute around that wave.

You may not know his name, but if you’ve seen painted windows in Midtown and Downtown, or shopped at Cash Saver or the Superlo on Southern, you definitely know Calvin Farrar‘s work. For years he’s brightened the windows at Silky’s, Huey’s, the Bar-B-Q Shop, and dozens of other businesses with those colorful and imaginative murals. Griz dunks on Santa Claus, Pouncer devours Huey burgers, all in the most perfectly old-school, quintessentially Memphis style. Parking Can Be Fun is only fun because there is usually a Farrar painting nearby. Nobody does what he does. He is an institution, and watching him work is a treat.

Memphis basketball fans love local players who stay home. Maybe I’m overanalyzing, but I think the appreciation transcends your standard-issue hometown-hero worship. They represent the belief that you don’t have to choose between the city and your dreams. That is a lot to put on a kid, which explains why many still choose to leave and others stay and fail.

It’s early, but Alex Lomax is a teammate. I’ve watched him flex after assisting on a layup and chest-bump a teammate after drawing a foul — no victory is too small to celebrate. He doesn’t score a ton of points (yet?), but he leads in other ways. A 5’10” point guard, he had eight rebounds against Wichita State. And what he lacks in size, he makes up for in hustle. If that’s not Memphis as hell, I don’t know what is. He is easy to root for, just like his coach, and his coach’s coach before him.
Nearly 200 years in, is Memphis perfect? No way. Is it even close to perfect? Also no. Is it full of fantastically kind, brilliant, talented, and creative people? Yes, we do have that going for us. Let’s celebrate them all year and beyond.
Jen Clarke is an unapologetic Memphian and digital marketing strategist.