It brought back the feeling that I was trying to capture when I did "The World When I Was 5", which was gifted to Union-Sanborn Elementary School, Northfield, NH, for the 50th Birthday of Suzan Gannett, Principal in honor of all the children who "set sail" towards a life of adventure from our beloved school. It is approximately 16" Circular, with glass attachments.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
The Child and the Deep Blue Sea
I just devoured a delicious little book titled Around the World in 100 Years, by Jean Fritz. It is written for students of middle school in a language given the realistic patina of a youthful eye, unlike the more hallowed and glamorized version that we where tutored with in my youth. In Ms. Fritz's version, with beguiling, and slyly humorous, illustrations by Anthony Bacon Venti, we see the explorers as human beings, exceptional ones, yes, in context with their unveiling of the new world(s), but not glorified so that their arrogance is disguised as virtue, for the sake of religion or other idealism. The little book, quickly read, refreshed the sense of wonder and adventure that is so alluring . . . casting off to sea into the unknown.
It brought back the feeling that I was trying to capture when I did "The World When I Was 5", which was gifted to Union-Sanborn Elementary School, Northfield, NH, for the 50th Birthday of Suzan Gannett, Principal in honor of all the children who "set sail" towards a life of adventure from our beloved school. It is approximately 16" Circular, with glass attachments.
It brought back the feeling that I was trying to capture when I did "The World When I Was 5", which was gifted to Union-Sanborn Elementary School, Northfield, NH, for the 50th Birthday of Suzan Gannett, Principal in honor of all the children who "set sail" towards a life of adventure from our beloved school. It is approximately 16" Circular, with glass attachments.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
In the mid-90's I was asked to mend a broken window, with a few missing panels . . .
It was an antique British Window for a Dining room, in a home in Somersworth, NH . . .
Then, the lovely lady asked me to do a transom leading from the kitchen to the Dining room:
And, yes, the restoration of some panels for the kitchen . . .
Then, there was the small bathroom, next to the kitchen, which would look so nice with a transom and some window treatments, so could I design and make some there, too?
And, why not a window from the Dining Room, over the arch leading to the front porch?
Then, finally, the new sunroom at the rear of the house, how about a design for it?
Thursday, July 10, 2014
The Prince Who Got taken away by the Spring Salmon (1995)
"Each species of salmon has its own chief and village beneath the
sea. Each year their chief, a bear on land, greets them, as they come to spawn,
then after the ritual birth rites, returns to the watery homeland, a fish once again." This work was inspired by a Tsimshian "Button Blanket" which I saw in an exhibit of Native art from the area surrounding the Bering Sea, both North America and Asia, called Crossroads of the Continents, in 1989. Every time I see a photo of this work, I find myself charmed by it, and a smile, like the one on the bear, shines on my face and in my heart. It has found a new home, returning to the area of its spawning grounds, in the owners vacation cabin in Idaho.
Volcano, AIDS, and a Princely Bear, from the early '90's
Pinatubo, 1991-92. This work, approximately 12 x 18, created from geodes and earthy tones of translucent and transparent glass,was inspired by the cataclysmic eruption of Mount Pinatubo, in the Philippines in 1991. At that time the AIDS/HIV epidemic was at it's height, with so many afflicted by this violent, virulent disease, including my nephew, to whom this work was given.
Violet in July, 1992. This circular window, donated to the Seacoast AIDS Auction, shortly after it was completed, to raise money for needy victims. It is approximately 16" in circumference. Completed during our national holiday, it blend the patriotic colors of the flag into Violet. It is also meant to reference the laudatory celebration of birth by Stevie Wonder's song for MLKJr, from his album, Hotter than July, to affirm the worth of all human beings.
Neither work was exhibited publicly.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Art mirrors life, a story with illustrations: Ramone at the Clinic
Ramone at the Clinic
Last Tuesday Chuck had an
appointment at the VA Hospital in White River Junction. It was at the Podiatry Clinic, on the 3rd
floor, adjacent to the Hearing Clinic, both recently and handsomely remodeled
in warm earth colors. We arose in the
elevator, immediately opening to the bustling welcoming desks, where a
white-haired gentleman, leaning over the desk, cupping his ear, was responding
to the nurse who was inquiring if he were here for the Hearing clinic, with a
resounding, “What?”
Chuck signed in and we moved to the
crowded waiting room, where most seats were taken. A few patients in wheelchairs, with
attendants, loitered in the middle of the room, adding to the confusion of employees
and patrons. We managed to get seats,
and I selected an old New Yorker to read (this clinic always has interesting
reading material, including local newspapers, as well as Veteran-related
periodicals). The population was, as
always, an interesting variety of Vets from the whole history of
contemporary military activity, from the few WWII survivors, Korea, Vietnam, and other Asian
conflicts, as well as the more recent Middle Eastern actions.
Chuck was soon called, met with amiable greetings from his
Foot Specialist, an attractive Asian-American, who took him off with her
towards quarters in the hall lined with physicians’ offices.
There were many
folks, alone or with partners. In one
corner sat a well-dressed gay couple, diligently reading, as were many of the
people, of all sizes and ages, in the waiting room, many reading books that had
been brought from home.
Into the melee came Ramone, a slight, skinny man, in baggy
white shorts and a sleeveless white tee-shirt, his hair disheveled, his eyes
large, looking about, as if to find his bearings. In a small, but clear, rusty-voice he
muttered, “Why do I always get the young guy who doesn’t know anything?” He stared about, with no apparent interest in
the humanity seated and surrounding him.
He seemed to slump momentarily, then, looking towards the doctor’s hall,
said to himself, “I can’t stand this anymore!”, and disappeared, determinedly
heading down the corridor of offices, lost from my view.
I went back to reading, amused at the outburst of this
man, a twin to my Ramone. A young
bi-racial couple came in, and had to sit separately, she taking a seat across
the room from her husband, as he pushed their baby in a stroller, a stark
contrast to the pale octogenarian in a wheelchair, to which the child, with
beautiful curly-hair and soft bronze coloring, was briefly paired. The wife, watching
her mate and child, smiled as he took the tyke from the stroller, to feed him on
his lap. The look of adoration on her
face was a serene balm in the crowded room.
I relaxed and returned to reading.
Chuck came out shortly, a big binding around his right big
toe, cartoon-like, in his sandaled feet.
His doctor had performed a little surgery on an ingrown toenail. Then he headed to the desk to make his next
appointment.
Waiting behind him I was drawn to the attention as the
door to the large elevator, capable of taking hospital beds plus a half a dozen
adults opened. In it was one solitary
person, the one I had dubbed Ramone. He
looked up, his hand griping the side railing, eyes wide with a streak of panic.
With exasperation in his voice, he slowly, quietly, said, “I can’t get out of
here.”
Silently, the doors closed.
.
3 July 2014
Thursday, July 3, 2014
2 from June
Two Paper-cuttings from June 2014
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