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2016 Concour Painting Cropped  (600 x 398)
2015 Concours Cropped (600 x 405)
Trinkie at Concours Painting Watermarked (600 x 411)
Kevin Sullivan's Finished Painting Cropped
Loverboy the Gambler Color Watermarked (500 x 759)
Milford Watermarked (600 x 399)
cropped Old Age and Treachery (600 x 482)
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lofquistlakeminnetonka (496 x 399)
barryscarbylofquist (600 x 484)
campingonthemoonbylofquist (600 x 483)
excelsioratnightbylofquist (600 x 484)
1931 Cadillac on Dock
1929 Packard Pheaton
1942 Chevy PU Truck
1955 T-Bird Port
1961 Jaguar Moonlight
1954 Jaguar on Water St
1937 Cord Excelsior Sunset Painting
1909 Model T Painting
lofquisteagleandflag (477 x 600)
Healing in the Valley of the Gods Best Watermarked (600 x 450)
2015 October 135 (600 x 450)
3 Year Old Tommy Cropped






Once Again, Old Age and Treachery triumphs over Youth and Enthusiasm


The official artwork for the first 10,000 Lakes Concours d'Elegance in 2013 is a painting depicting life as it was, when every weekend would be seen as a "Concours" by today's standards - Excelsior on the Commons, circa 1926.  Baseball, picnics, the amusement park across the bay and, of course, plenty of Ford Model-T's.   Just as we do today people love to enjoy a sunny day at the park.


The 2014 official artwork for the 10,000 Lakes Concours d'Elegance features the 2013 Peoples Choice winner, a 1931 Marmon as she would have appeared on the site of the Concours in the 1930s.  Excelsior Bay backs her with the steamboat Minnehaha bringing travelers into port.  The Blue Line Cafe on the right welcomes those with an appetite to rest their heels while enjoying the view.  And on the other side of the Bay is the biggest attraction of the era the Excelsior Amusement Park.

On June 12th 1964, the Rolling Stones, on their 1st U.S. tour, quite unknown by the locals at the time, performed at Excelsior MN's Danceland.   Owned and operated by Ray Colihan, aka Big Reggie, Danceland was the place for teens to go for concerts and entertainment.  This painting commemorates the 50th Anniversary of that time in which no one knew if the Rolling Stones would become the household name they are today.  In fact most probably doubted they would.  From left to right are: Charlie Watts, Bill Wyman, Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, and Brian Jones.  The '64 Shelby Cobra in the foreground, is also a dual national collaboration and this is echoed by the U.S.  Stars and Stripes and the British Union Jack.

Enjoying the show in the sun by the shores of Lake Minnetonka, owners of this 1957 Chevy convertible know they have a unique memory of themselves and their car at the first ever 10,000 Lakes Concours d'Elegance.  This painting was presented as a surprise to her husband for Christmas and enables them to enjoy their car year-round - not just in the summer months when they can get it out of winter storage.

So you have a car that's out of this world but you don't quite have the means to take it where it does belong.  This is where Thom's art lets your imagination, not the sky, be the limit.
This 1955 Ford converted into a celestial vehicle is featured, no less than on the moon.  See if your friends can top that!


Barry's classic trailer, designed to match his celestial car gives him a place to stay over night during his trip to the moon.  Why the moon?  For all of us Lunatics - the BBQ will be at 3pm

"This was my Dad's car and I wanted to paint it as part of a commemoration for him," said Thom.  "This car intertwined itself throughout his 80 years of life and I felt it was fitting to preserve it on a spring night on the shores of Excelsior Bay, Lake Minnetonka."

Shown here, this 1931 Cadillac poses on the dock of the Port of Excelsior MN with the historic steam engine water taxi, The Minnehaha, calling into port.

It was in the mid-1920s that Cadillac wanted to compete with Lincoln, Duesenberg and Auburn for luxury automobiles, and by the look of this beauty, it's safe to say they did.

In November 1899 the first Packard rolled off the line in Warren Ohio.  The entire operation moved to Detroit MI in 1903 with the last one being produced in 1956.  These luxury automobiles developed a following in the United States and abroad, using the simple marketing statement, "Ask The Man Who Owns One."  This Packard is depicted outside the home of the artist in Excelsior MN, because like his grandfather and mother, he would like to be the man who owns one and drive it home!

Unchanged from the 1941 style these trucks were described as massive and rugged.  Due to WWII the government halted production of all civilian vehicles early in 1942.  Production didn't resume until 1945 making the 1942 Chevy truck is one of the few American produced war time trucks.
Still standing strong, this American icon is shown here on the corners of Water and Third Streets in Excelsior as it was in the 1950s.

This 1955 Ford Thunderbird glows in the moonlight in front of the Port of Excelsior MN on the shores of Lake Minnetonka.  With it's sleek styling and sporty personality it's interesting that the Thunderbird when first presented to the market created it's own niche as a "Personal Luxury Car" rather than a sports car, a niche that is still highly attractive today.

The 1961 Jaguar hit the roads and captured hearts with good looks, high performance and competitive pricing.  This sleek British sports car had no trouble establishing itself as an icon of 1960's motoring.
The Excelsior Commons is particularly beautiful at night.  Backlit by that shimmering beauty stands the perfect model - this lovely 1961 Jaguar!

When this British beauty hit the scene it was touted as a sensation - it's styling reminiscent to the 'French Curves' produced by manufacturers such as Bugatti and Delahaye of the early 1930's and 1940's.  It was the first sports car Jaguar produced since the SS100 and 1954 was the last year of its production.
This classic 1954 Jaguar is taking its drive down memory lane on Water Street in historic Excelsior MN as it was back in 1954.

1937 CORD - Excelsior the Shining City on the Hill
The 1937 Cord's swooping fenders, sweeping horizontal radiator grille, and hidden headlights were unlike anything else on American highways.   Manufactured by the Auburn Automobile Company Cords were only produced from 1929 - 1932 and then again in 1936 and 1937.
Here, dazzling on the ice of a winter night with the shining city of Excelsior behind her this rare car stands in all her glory.

1909 MODEL-T

Ah... The great Ford Model-T!  Truly from the pioneering days of automobiles it has a style and charm we won't see again.  "Modeling" here the "Tin Lizzie" stands simply and proudly on the Commons of Excelsior - the location of the first 10,000 lakes Concours d'Elegance.

The Model-T was the first automobile mass produced on moving assembly lines with completely interchangeable parts, marketed to the middle class.
Henry Ford said of the vehicle:
"I will build a car for the great multitude. It will be large enough for the family, but small enough for the individual to run and care for. It will be constructed of the best materials, by the best men to be hired, after the simplest designs that modern engineering can devise. But it will be so low in price that no man making a good salary will be unable to own one - and enjoy with his family the blessing of hours of pleasure in God's great open spaces."



People have often asked me how I got started as an Artist and I respond by telling them one of my Dad's favorite stories about my childhood.
As a 3 year old I was always my Dad's little buddy, "helper" and shadow. He was in sales and was often out of town, so when he was home I rarely let him out of my sight. 
We had a very large porch in the front with lots of spindles and details which needed painting. My Dad hated painting and was dreading this job. I volunteered my services, but he wouldn't even consider it. He was a no nonsense World War II veteran who didn't take any guff from his many kids, and to hand a can of paint and a brush to an energetic 3 year old would be unthinkable. But I was relentless. I'm not sure why I didn't fear his wrath. He was the kind of Father who only had to say no once, and never got any back talk from his kids. I guess this was different because I was looking to help him, so I kept up my assault.
"Let me do it! Let me do it! I can do it!" To which he kept saying, "No! There's no way I am going to let a 3 year old mess up this whole porch with paint spilled all over the place!"
Eventually he got tired of the battle sighing, "OK, I've had enough, you win."
He decided to give me a little tomato soup can with a small amount of paint in it and a small brush. He carefully laid out a lot of drop cloth and had a lot of rags ready for the inevitable paint spill disaster his 3 year old was about to unleash upon him.
He began his instruction by carefully dipping the brush into the can and the paint inside and pulling the brush across the top edge of the can to clean off any excess paint. He brushed paint onto an example spindle, took a deep breath as a prisoner might as he is being led off to his execution at the gallows, and then he handed the wet paint brush to me.
I did exactly as he had shown me as far as wetting the brush and then applying the paint to the front side of the spindles. But what I did next totally took him by surprise. With my little 3 year old hand, I was able to reach through the gaps between the spindles and paint the outside of the spindles at the same time. All without getting myself full of paint or without spilling a drop!
My Dad sat in amazement as his little 3 year boy began painting his porch very efficiently and so that it began to look very nice and smart. When my little can would run out of paint he would quickly refill it. After a while he stopped being amazed and decided to leave me to it, moving onto some other task or chore that needed tending to. He would check in on me after about 10 or 15 minutes and make sure my little can was full.
But he would always still be in sort of a state of disbelief, muttering to himself, "Son of a gun, look at that kid go! No runs, no drips, no spills! And because he can do all from inside the porch, he's probably going to do it faster than I would have, since I would have to get up and go around to paint the outside so often."
After I painted his porch for him as a 3 year old, my Dad never had any doubts about my skills as painter again and would always ask me for my help first.

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