Douglas Warfield Warner, of Flint, age 83, died Thursday, November 21, 2013 at his residence. Doug was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, June 8, 1930. He earned a BFA from Oklahoma State University and an MS from the University of Wisconsin. He served as a 1st Lt in the United States Army in Korea. He moved to Flint in 1958 to join the faculty of Mott Community College where he was an art instructor for 35 years. He married Patty Price in 1981. He continued to produce works of art until recently. Doug remained an avid reader, a philosopher, and a clear and critical thinker.
Mr. Warner was cremated. A private memorial service was held at a later date. Final interment is at Great Lakes National Cemetery, Holly, Michigan (Plot: Section CC15 Row C Site 89). Military honors were conferred 1 PM, Friday, December 6, 2013. Mr. Warner is survived by his wife of 32 years Patricia (Price) Warner.
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Memorial service remarks by Doug Goering, 6 December 2013
Good afternoon to you all.
Today is indeed a somber one. In some ways, the transition from the recent warm weather to the chill of today seems appropriate.
We have assembled to honor the memory of Douglas Warner and to inter his remains in this beautiful National Cemetery.
Included in our midst are those who have known and respected Doug as a dedicated and thoroughly effective teacher; some of us as students, others as colleagues. Some of us have admired the consistent quality of his artistic output, wether sculptural, printed, painted, or drawn. Some of us have had the good fortune to have known him in more than one context.
Surely each of us would like to think we were his friends.
In this assembled group there are several persons from within the neighborhood who provided Doug with exemplary support, both medical and moral. Their support extended freely to Patty, as you would expect. And there was a team of hospice volunteers who played a crucial role in making Doug's transition as comfortable as it could have been.
During the last few weeks that he was confined to bed, he experienced very little pain. He talked about teaching, about art, and about philosophical notions. He found irony in trying to control issues beyond his control and in trying to guard his privacy while relative strangers bathed his long frame.
Doug was my design instructor at Flint Junior College in 1960. I studied there only one year, but the two classes I took with him were surely enough for me to be enormously impressed by him. Doug and his colleagues, Joe Burgess, Richard DeVore, and George Bayliss, comprised a studio faculty of enormous talent as teachers, artists, and as personalities of powerful influence on anyone paying even casual attention. There is no question that my role models as an art teacher were all housed in that fine department.
Doug's artistic output was coherent, consistent, and impressive. I recall his Joshua Tree drawing of the early 70's, the transition to a series of prints that featured a pyramidal form as a springboard for exploration, and the major body of his work, primarily paintings and prints, which he call the "Notation" series. This elaborate series featured and exclamation of mark-making. The "Notation" series was based on the sorts of marks used by humans to communicate in a variety of written forms. The pieces contained visual elements and stylistic treatments that defined them as elements of an artistic family, yet each piece contained such a richly developed personality that it stood firmly on it's own. From intimate prints to 6' x 8' paintings, Doug's examination through more than 200 pieces was stunning.
Doug's intellectual pursuits were richly varied. He was a collector of the art of others. The walls of the Warner's home are filled with pieces that he secured through purchase, trade, or as gifts. Included is an array of non-Western art pieces, mostly sculptural artifacts. And he has collected a body of pre-historic Native American ceramics that he has donated to the museum of his undergraduate alma mater, Oklahoma State University.
Doug's thirst for knowledge was largely fulfilled through reading. His interests included historical volumes covering a wide range of time, contemporary novels of a distinctively serious nature, books on art and artists, and books of poetry.
Anyone who has visited Doug and Patty's home knows that walls are reserved for artwork, not as backstops for bookcases. As a result, one finds a series of stalagmites protruding from the floor and tabletops. The stalagmites, of course, are carefully balanced piles of texts, most of which have been read and a few awaiting Doug's perusal.
Of those he had read, a surprising amount of the content was lodged in his head. His recall and the precision of details, was enough to be intimidating to many who knew him. I believe that was okay with him though.
Doug's nature was to be thorough and precise. His notebooks of lesson plans were mightily impressive. He had very high expectations for himself. And, he had very high expectations for others.
For a short time Doug considered studying architecture. Later he seriously weighed the advantages and disadvantages of pursuing art or pursuing his fortune on the professional golf tour.
We all understand that we are complex beings. Doug was no exception to this rule, more so, he was an exemplar. He was a private man in many ways. I didn't fully understand the relationships of his family in Tulsa. I do know that he had deep respect for his years in a Catholic school there. I learned that he was a model for a local clothing company in Tulsa. I know that he spent an evening at OSU at dinner with John Wayne and on another occasion he spent an afternoon at Flint Junior College talking with Buckminster Fuller.
There were many things he didn't talk about. No doubt they could have been the basis for another great American novel.
Each of us has taken something from Doug Warner. These things will be with us for the duration. I'm sure that he would be pleased to think about it that way.
Finally, Doug and I shared the experience of having served in the Army. We both respected the experience on several levels. He related an instance in which he was selected to be a courier. Here was this willowy six and a half foot tall lieutenant, in uniform, armed, with an attache case handcuffed to his wrist, delivering information of unknown content to a destination hundreds of miles away. And, we have every confidence he did it precisely -- as was his nature.
Mr. Warner was cremated. A private memorial service was held at a later date. Final interment is at Great Lakes National Cemetery, Holly, Michigan (Plot: Section CC15 Row C Site 89). Military honors were conferred 1 PM, Friday, December 6, 2013. Mr. Warner is survived by his wife of 32 years Patricia (Price) Warner.
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Memorial service remarks by Doug Goering, 6 December 2013
Good afternoon to you all.
Today is indeed a somber one. In some ways, the transition from the recent warm weather to the chill of today seems appropriate.
We have assembled to honor the memory of Douglas Warner and to inter his remains in this beautiful National Cemetery.
Included in our midst are those who have known and respected Doug as a dedicated and thoroughly effective teacher; some of us as students, others as colleagues. Some of us have admired the consistent quality of his artistic output, wether sculptural, printed, painted, or drawn. Some of us have had the good fortune to have known him in more than one context.
Surely each of us would like to think we were his friends.
In this assembled group there are several persons from within the neighborhood who provided Doug with exemplary support, both medical and moral. Their support extended freely to Patty, as you would expect. And there was a team of hospice volunteers who played a crucial role in making Doug's transition as comfortable as it could have been.
During the last few weeks that he was confined to bed, he experienced very little pain. He talked about teaching, about art, and about philosophical notions. He found irony in trying to control issues beyond his control and in trying to guard his privacy while relative strangers bathed his long frame.
Doug was my design instructor at Flint Junior College in 1960. I studied there only one year, but the two classes I took with him were surely enough for me to be enormously impressed by him. Doug and his colleagues, Joe Burgess, Richard DeVore, and George Bayliss, comprised a studio faculty of enormous talent as teachers, artists, and as personalities of powerful influence on anyone paying even casual attention. There is no question that my role models as an art teacher were all housed in that fine department.
Doug's artistic output was coherent, consistent, and impressive. I recall his Joshua Tree drawing of the early 70's, the transition to a series of prints that featured a pyramidal form as a springboard for exploration, and the major body of his work, primarily paintings and prints, which he call the "Notation" series. This elaborate series featured and exclamation of mark-making. The "Notation" series was based on the sorts of marks used by humans to communicate in a variety of written forms. The pieces contained visual elements and stylistic treatments that defined them as elements of an artistic family, yet each piece contained such a richly developed personality that it stood firmly on it's own. From intimate prints to 6' x 8' paintings, Doug's examination through more than 200 pieces was stunning.
Doug's intellectual pursuits were richly varied. He was a collector of the art of others. The walls of the Warner's home are filled with pieces that he secured through purchase, trade, or as gifts. Included is an array of non-Western art pieces, mostly sculptural artifacts. And he has collected a body of pre-historic Native American ceramics that he has donated to the museum of his undergraduate alma mater, Oklahoma State University.
Doug's thirst for knowledge was largely fulfilled through reading. His interests included historical volumes covering a wide range of time, contemporary novels of a distinctively serious nature, books on art and artists, and books of poetry.
Anyone who has visited Doug and Patty's home knows that walls are reserved for artwork, not as backstops for bookcases. As a result, one finds a series of stalagmites protruding from the floor and tabletops. The stalagmites, of course, are carefully balanced piles of texts, most of which have been read and a few awaiting Doug's perusal.
Of those he had read, a surprising amount of the content was lodged in his head. His recall and the precision of details, was enough to be intimidating to many who knew him. I believe that was okay with him though.
Doug's nature was to be thorough and precise. His notebooks of lesson plans were mightily impressive. He had very high expectations for himself. And, he had very high expectations for others.
For a short time Doug considered studying architecture. Later he seriously weighed the advantages and disadvantages of pursuing art or pursuing his fortune on the professional golf tour.
We all understand that we are complex beings. Doug was no exception to this rule, more so, he was an exemplar. He was a private man in many ways. I didn't fully understand the relationships of his family in Tulsa. I do know that he had deep respect for his years in a Catholic school there. I learned that he was a model for a local clothing company in Tulsa. I know that he spent an evening at OSU at dinner with John Wayne and on another occasion he spent an afternoon at Flint Junior College talking with Buckminster Fuller.
There were many things he didn't talk about. No doubt they could have been the basis for another great American novel.
Each of us has taken something from Doug Warner. These things will be with us for the duration. I'm sure that he would be pleased to think about it that way.
Finally, Doug and I shared the experience of having served in the Army. We both respected the experience on several levels. He related an instance in which he was selected to be a courier. Here was this willowy six and a half foot tall lieutenant, in uniform, armed, with an attache case handcuffed to his wrist, delivering information of unknown content to a destination hundreds of miles away. And, we have every confidence he did it precisely -- as was his nature.
Douglas Warfield Warner, of Flint, age 83, died Thursday, November 21, 2013 at his residence. Doug was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, June 8, 1930. He earned a BFA from Oklahoma State University and an MS from the University of Wisconsin. He served as a 1st Lt in the United States Army in Korea. He moved to Flint in 1958 to join the faculty of Mott Community College where he was an art instructor for 35 years. He married Patty Price in 1981. He continued to produce works of art until recently. Doug remained an avid reader, a philosopher, and a clear and critical thinker.
Mr. Warner was cremated. A private memorial service was held at a later date. Final interment is at Great Lakes National Cemetery, Holly, Michigan (Plot: Section CC15 Row C Site 89). Military honors were conferred 1 PM, Friday, December 6, 2013. Mr. Warner is survived by his wife of 32 years Patricia (Price) Warner.
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Memorial service remarks by Doug Goering, 6 December 2013
Good afternoon to you all.
Today is indeed a somber one. In some ways, the transition from the recent warm weather to the chill of today seems appropriate.
We have assembled to honor the memory of Douglas Warner and to inter his remains in this beautiful National Cemetery.
Included in our midst are those who have known and respected Doug as a dedicated and thoroughly effective teacher; some of us as students, others as colleagues. Some of us have admired the consistent quality of his artistic output, wether sculptural, printed, painted, or drawn. Some of us have had the good fortune to have known him in more than one context.
Surely each of us would like to think we were his friends.
In this assembled group there are several persons from within the neighborhood who provided Doug with exemplary support, both medical and moral. Their support extended freely to Patty, as you would expect. And there was a team of hospice volunteers who played a crucial role in making Doug's transition as comfortable as it could have been.
During the last few weeks that he was confined to bed, he experienced very little pain. He talked about teaching, about art, and about philosophical notions. He found irony in trying to control issues beyond his control and in trying to guard his privacy while relative strangers bathed his long frame.
Doug was my design instructor at Flint Junior College in 1960. I studied there only one year, but the two classes I took with him were surely enough for me to be enormously impressed by him. Doug and his colleagues, Joe Burgess, Richard DeVore, and George Bayliss, comprised a studio faculty of enormous talent as teachers, artists, and as personalities of powerful influence on anyone paying even casual attention. There is no question that my role models as an art teacher were all housed in that fine department.
Doug's artistic output was coherent, consistent, and impressive. I recall his Joshua Tree drawing of the early 70's, the transition to a series of prints that featured a pyramidal form as a springboard for exploration, and the major body of his work, primarily paintings and prints, which he call the "Notation" series. This elaborate series featured and exclamation of mark-making. The "Notation" series was based on the sorts of marks used by humans to communicate in a variety of written forms. The pieces contained visual elements and stylistic treatments that defined them as elements of an artistic family, yet each piece contained such a richly developed personality that it stood firmly on it's own. From intimate prints to 6' x 8' paintings, Doug's examination through more than 200 pieces was stunning.
Doug's intellectual pursuits were richly varied. He was a collector of the art of others. The walls of the Warner's home are filled with pieces that he secured through purchase, trade, or as gifts. Included is an array of non-Western art pieces, mostly sculptural artifacts. And he has collected a body of pre-historic Native American ceramics that he has donated to the museum of his undergraduate alma mater, Oklahoma State University.
Doug's thirst for knowledge was largely fulfilled through reading. His interests included historical volumes covering a wide range of time, contemporary novels of a distinctively serious nature, books on art and artists, and books of poetry.
Anyone who has visited Doug and Patty's home knows that walls are reserved for artwork, not as backstops for bookcases. As a result, one finds a series of stalagmites protruding from the floor and tabletops. The stalagmites, of course, are carefully balanced piles of texts, most of which have been read and a few awaiting Doug's perusal.
Of those he had read, a surprising amount of the content was lodged in his head. His recall and the precision of details, was enough to be intimidating to many who knew him. I believe that was okay with him though.
Doug's nature was to be thorough and precise. His notebooks of lesson plans were mightily impressive. He had very high expectations for himself. And, he had very high expectations for others.
For a short time Doug considered studying architecture. Later he seriously weighed the advantages and disadvantages of pursuing art or pursuing his fortune on the professional golf tour.
We all understand that we are complex beings. Doug was no exception to this rule, more so, he was an exemplar. He was a private man in many ways. I didn't fully understand the relationships of his family in Tulsa. I do know that he had deep respect for his years in a Catholic school there. I learned that he was a model for a local clothing company in Tulsa. I know that he spent an evening at OSU at dinner with John Wayne and on another occasion he spent an afternoon at Flint Junior College talking with Buckminster Fuller.
There were many things he didn't talk about. No doubt they could have been the basis for another great American novel.
Each of us has taken something from Doug Warner. These things will be with us for the duration. I'm sure that he would be pleased to think about it that way.
Finally, Doug and I shared the experience of having served in the Army. We both respected the experience on several levels. He related an instance in which he was selected to be a courier. Here was this willowy six and a half foot tall lieutenant, in uniform, armed, with an attache case handcuffed to his wrist, delivering information of unknown content to a destination hundreds of miles away. And, we have every confidence he did it precisely -- as was his nature.
Mr. Warner was cremated. A private memorial service was held at a later date. Final interment is at Great Lakes National Cemetery, Holly, Michigan (Plot: Section CC15 Row C Site 89). Military honors were conferred 1 PM, Friday, December 6, 2013. Mr. Warner is survived by his wife of 32 years Patricia (Price) Warner.
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Memorial service remarks by Doug Goering, 6 December 2013
Good afternoon to you all.
Today is indeed a somber one. In some ways, the transition from the recent warm weather to the chill of today seems appropriate.
We have assembled to honor the memory of Douglas Warner and to inter his remains in this beautiful National Cemetery.
Included in our midst are those who have known and respected Doug as a dedicated and thoroughly effective teacher; some of us as students, others as colleagues. Some of us have admired the consistent quality of his artistic output, wether sculptural, printed, painted, or drawn. Some of us have had the good fortune to have known him in more than one context.
Surely each of us would like to think we were his friends.
In this assembled group there are several persons from within the neighborhood who provided Doug with exemplary support, both medical and moral. Their support extended freely to Patty, as you would expect. And there was a team of hospice volunteers who played a crucial role in making Doug's transition as comfortable as it could have been.
During the last few weeks that he was confined to bed, he experienced very little pain. He talked about teaching, about art, and about philosophical notions. He found irony in trying to control issues beyond his control and in trying to guard his privacy while relative strangers bathed his long frame.
Doug was my design instructor at Flint Junior College in 1960. I studied there only one year, but the two classes I took with him were surely enough for me to be enormously impressed by him. Doug and his colleagues, Joe Burgess, Richard DeVore, and George Bayliss, comprised a studio faculty of enormous talent as teachers, artists, and as personalities of powerful influence on anyone paying even casual attention. There is no question that my role models as an art teacher were all housed in that fine department.
Doug's artistic output was coherent, consistent, and impressive. I recall his Joshua Tree drawing of the early 70's, the transition to a series of prints that featured a pyramidal form as a springboard for exploration, and the major body of his work, primarily paintings and prints, which he call the "Notation" series. This elaborate series featured and exclamation of mark-making. The "Notation" series was based on the sorts of marks used by humans to communicate in a variety of written forms. The pieces contained visual elements and stylistic treatments that defined them as elements of an artistic family, yet each piece contained such a richly developed personality that it stood firmly on it's own. From intimate prints to 6' x 8' paintings, Doug's examination through more than 200 pieces was stunning.
Doug's intellectual pursuits were richly varied. He was a collector of the art of others. The walls of the Warner's home are filled with pieces that he secured through purchase, trade, or as gifts. Included is an array of non-Western art pieces, mostly sculptural artifacts. And he has collected a body of pre-historic Native American ceramics that he has donated to the museum of his undergraduate alma mater, Oklahoma State University.
Doug's thirst for knowledge was largely fulfilled through reading. His interests included historical volumes covering a wide range of time, contemporary novels of a distinctively serious nature, books on art and artists, and books of poetry.
Anyone who has visited Doug and Patty's home knows that walls are reserved for artwork, not as backstops for bookcases. As a result, one finds a series of stalagmites protruding from the floor and tabletops. The stalagmites, of course, are carefully balanced piles of texts, most of which have been read and a few awaiting Doug's perusal.
Of those he had read, a surprising amount of the content was lodged in his head. His recall and the precision of details, was enough to be intimidating to many who knew him. I believe that was okay with him though.
Doug's nature was to be thorough and precise. His notebooks of lesson plans were mightily impressive. He had very high expectations for himself. And, he had very high expectations for others.
For a short time Doug considered studying architecture. Later he seriously weighed the advantages and disadvantages of pursuing art or pursuing his fortune on the professional golf tour.
We all understand that we are complex beings. Doug was no exception to this rule, more so, he was an exemplar. He was a private man in many ways. I didn't fully understand the relationships of his family in Tulsa. I do know that he had deep respect for his years in a Catholic school there. I learned that he was a model for a local clothing company in Tulsa. I know that he spent an evening at OSU at dinner with John Wayne and on another occasion he spent an afternoon at Flint Junior College talking with Buckminster Fuller.
There were many things he didn't talk about. No doubt they could have been the basis for another great American novel.
Each of us has taken something from Doug Warner. These things will be with us for the duration. I'm sure that he would be pleased to think about it that way.
Finally, Doug and I shared the experience of having served in the Army. We both respected the experience on several levels. He related an instance in which he was selected to be a courier. Here was this willowy six and a half foot tall lieutenant, in uniform, armed, with an attache case handcuffed to his wrist, delivering information of unknown content to a destination hundreds of miles away. And, we have every confidence he did it precisely -- as was his nature.
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