Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
in the trenches parte dos
Anathema
ready to rock, i march
to school
and climb into my little
trench
it all seems
sometimes
pointless when
you are but one
in a sea
anathema to your
soul
but then another
hand
parts the
waves
the salt air
becomes lighter
and you breathe
again
knowing there
are others
submerged
who
guard the
eggs
no matter
what.
Happy Easter
with love to my peeps.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
back in the trenches parte uno
"how i get to school in the morning."
first, i hit myself with a shot of La Marseillaise, cranked all the way.
my neighbors must wonder what the hell is going on from 5 to 6 a.m.
follow it with a chaser of Patti, the one and only.
sometimes it's Patsy instead.
jacked up, off to teach elementary.
it can be hell out there, kids.
gotta have your tunes when you're underground.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
dedication
Once upon a time I stopped
long enough
to look over my shoulder
to see the boys
I had taught
who stayed in touch
had become
teachers, artists
and soldiers.
A great big thank you to all the people who supported me in the show, many of whom are pictured/mentioned in my last two entries.
Special thanks to Nancy Hofstadter of the Meeting Center and to John LaRocca of the Rensselaerville Institute who were crucial to the creation of the exhibit.
Finally, a little explanation and a dedication that were posted at the gallery, for those who couldn't make it:
genesis
two years ago, the ties began
with my desire
to use words of great thinkers to
counteract the bombardment of
contemporary rhetoric on the senses.
early summer 2007
masks were shaped
to expand upon themes of character and identity
begun with the ties.
installations
were made, paying homage to
Seven Samurai, incorporating
traditional Japanese materials:
paper, fabric, bamboo.
convergence
late summer 2007
a former student
brought to my attention a blog entry
on MySpace written by a helicopter pilot in Iraq.
The pilot, also my former student,
cited words I had given him some
seventeen years ago
that he remembered
in the desert.
winter 2008
the story continues to evolve
with subsequent correspondence.
threads of this story and
of our lives tie the elements
of this exhibit together.
proof
beneath façade,
time casts an
invisible net of thought,
feeling, presence, truth
that binds us together.
dedicated
to Captain Brian Michael Olmstead USMC
and to all once and future warriors.
long enough
to look over my shoulder
to see the boys
I had taught
who stayed in touch
had become
teachers, artists
and soldiers.
A great big thank you to all the people who supported me in the show, many of whom are pictured/mentioned in my last two entries.
Special thanks to Nancy Hofstadter of the Meeting Center and to John LaRocca of the Rensselaerville Institute who were crucial to the creation of the exhibit.
Finally, a little explanation and a dedication that were posted at the gallery, for those who couldn't make it:
genesis
two years ago, the ties began
with my desire
to use words of great thinkers to
counteract the bombardment of
contemporary rhetoric on the senses.
early summer 2007
masks were shaped
to expand upon themes of character and identity
begun with the ties.
installations
were made, paying homage to
Seven Samurai, incorporating
traditional Japanese materials:
paper, fabric, bamboo.
convergence
late summer 2007
a former student
brought to my attention a blog entry
on MySpace written by a helicopter pilot in Iraq.
The pilot, also my former student,
cited words I had given him some
seventeen years ago
that he remembered
in the desert.
winter 2008
the story continues to evolve
with subsequent correspondence.
threads of this story and
of our lives tie the elements
of this exhibit together.
proof
beneath façade,
time casts an
invisible net of thought,
feeling, presence, truth
that binds us together.
dedicated
to Captain Brian Michael Olmstead USMC
and to all once and future warriors.
Friday, February 22, 2008
oo la la opening! part II
More Beautiful People
at the opening
illuminated by candlelight
and the light in Laura's eyes
looking at her little guy.
Guest fixated on repast by Gustav across the room...
..on the beautiful basket of pan! The picos and tortas were magníficos,
a perfect accompaniment to the amazing Spanish cheeses.
(p.s. he practices his magic at Honest Weight Food Coöp in Albany NY.)
Detail of main course, by yours truly: hand-painted tie, quotation by Martin Luther King, Jr.: "Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."
Took many orders for this one! (Sorry, Robert reserved the original long ago.)
John viewing the exhibit and modeling one of my ties from his collection.
Robert, photog nonpareil, tie collector and supportive friend, posing avec moi while Nancy snaps away. Thank you, Nancy and Robert, for capturing the memories for me!
Crasher.
at the opening
illuminated by candlelight
and the light in Laura's eyes
looking at her little guy.
Guest fixated on repast by Gustav across the room...
..on the beautiful basket of pan! The picos and tortas were magníficos,
a perfect accompaniment to the amazing Spanish cheeses.
(p.s. he practices his magic at Honest Weight Food Coöp in Albany NY.)
Detail of main course, by yours truly: hand-painted tie, quotation by Martin Luther King, Jr.: "Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."
Took many orders for this one! (Sorry, Robert reserved the original long ago.)
John viewing the exhibit and modeling one of my ties from his collection.
Robert, photog nonpareil, tie collector and supportive friend, posing avec moi while Nancy snaps away. Thank you, Nancy and Robert, for capturing the memories for me!
Crasher.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
oo la la opening! part I
This was the seen scene at the Guggenheim Gallery of the Rensselaerville Meeting Center, Rensselaerville NY last weekend, February 10th from 2-4 p.m. for my opening of "Inside Out", mixed-media installation show.
tiki girls
Thank goodness and hallelujah for the Whitemans, they are troupers, but then we knew that from their star power and stage credits.
Extreme thanks to Beth, Robert, Sophie, Ellie, and to Nancy and John LaRocca for all showing up early and staying late to help.
Beth and I:
Nancy arrives.
Gustav's feast, it was to die for, he is puro genio.
one of the boys on the wall...
The Beautiful People, as photo-op'd by Robert...
(Little did the unsuspecting revelers know that the world outside was under siege; a white-out caused several groups of people trying to make it, back down the mountain. Well, we all found out when we departed in Everest-like conditions a couple of hours later, yikes! Glad everyone made it off the mountain safely.)
Thanks to all the Beautiful People
and Beautiful Kids who graced the show.
Party, on.
...to be continued in part II
tiki girls
Thank goodness and hallelujah for the Whitemans, they are troupers, but then we knew that from their star power and stage credits.
Extreme thanks to Beth, Robert, Sophie, Ellie, and to Nancy and John LaRocca for all showing up early and staying late to help.
Beth and I:
Nancy arrives.
Gustav's feast, it was to die for, he is puro genio.
one of the boys on the wall...
The Beautiful People, as photo-op'd by Robert...
(Little did the unsuspecting revelers know that the world outside was under siege; a white-out caused several groups of people trying to make it, back down the mountain. Well, we all found out when we departed in Everest-like conditions a couple of hours later, yikes! Glad everyone made it off the mountain safely.)
Thanks to all the Beautiful People
and Beautiful Kids who graced the show.
Party, on.
...to be continued in part II
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
