I’m excited to be opening this ekphrastic show – painters responding to poets and poets responding to painters – at Zip 37 Gallery in six short days. The entire project had its origin in this blog, sort of, about a year ago. I was participating in Leslie Saeta’s 30 in 30 challenge after losing my studio made me wonder if I would ever want to paint again. Ken Smith was at that time writing a poem a day and posting those poems on Facebook. Ken wrote a piercing short poem titled Clown College Failure in response to one of my little 30 in 30s and I started a large canvas in response to his poem, “An Old Man’s Story.” Do you remember the old Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Ads? Saying it was just like that is silly, but tonight I feel silly and I’m going to embrace that.
As the date for my show neared, I approached Ken to see if he would be interested in participating in a larger ekphrastic project, including works from some local painters I admire (Gina Smith Caswell, Rebecca Cuming, Joan Fullerton, Lance Green and Mark Penner Howell) as well as a few of my own. Not only was he up for it, he enlisted two Indianan poet friends, David Dodd Lee and Ross Taylor, to participate as well.
Each painting will hang along side its corresponding poem. I could not be more excited for this show. I haven’t seen most of the poetry yet, and one of the paintings will be a surprise to me as well. I love having something to look forward to in these dark times.
I look forward to seeing YOU if you can make it to Zip 37 between February 10 and February 26. The opening reception is Friday, February 10, 5 – 10 and there will be mini-receptions On the following 2 Fridays, Feb. 17 and Feb. 24. Zip is open Thursdays 5- 8, Fridays 5 – 10, Saturdays and Sundays noon – 6.
I wanted to name our first daughter Hallelujah, because I thought it would be wonderful to yell that name at dusk across the playground when it was time to go home. Frank objected.
I wanted to name our second daughter Impunity, so I could run with Impunity, sleep with Impunity, bake cookies with Impunity. Again Frank came at me with his rationality and his compassion for our children… oh well.
Tomorrow is my last public day at Fresh Art Studio F. I’ll be there from 1 to 4. I doubt anyone else will, as the Broncos will be playing. The week after, I’ll be moving out. I’m ready. We received the news just before Christmas that we were to vacate at the end of January. I’ve had a while for the sadness to settle in, and two of my Fresh Art studio colleagues – all are wonderful and have come to feel like family to me – have already vacated.
I will probably come home and bawl my head off tomorrow evening.
But that’s ok, too. It’s time to schlep it all out and put it to rest.
Today’s painting is a bit of hopefulness. “Imaginary Sanctuary,” oil on stretched canvas, 6″ x 6″. I thought about accompanying this with a tune from Westside Story (There’s a Place for Us…. Somewhere… A Place for Us…) but I went with Dave Van Ronk’s brilliant cover of Joni Mitchell’s classic just because I like it better.