The minute I walked into the Art Show Friday morning, the vague "I'll see what speaks to me" criteria became sharp and clear. I chose 18 pieces out of the entire show, and narrowed them down to 10, which I wrote for. Five of those were presented live this afternoon at the Festival, and the artists received a copy of the story (signed) that was inspired by their work.
I did not choose:
- Works whose message was clear - why muck with or restate something so strong?
- Works whose stories could not be contained to 100 words
- Works who possessed stories too discrete - in the future I might delve into these more
The narrowing down and selecting involved balancing the general themes of the stories (funny, sweet, contemplative, etc) and the various mediums and styles.
Here's how it turned out!
Note: All Stories are (c) 2014 by Judith Cullen
Use of any of the photo images on this page without the express permission
of the individual artists is strictly prohibited
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Pieces Selected for Presentation at the Proctor Arts Fest Juried Art Show
Egyptian Two Step by George
Hoivik – Bronze & Walnut
“Do you come here often? I don’t remember seeing
you before.”
Her lustrous feathers were ivory and
ebony. Her eyes
twinkled - endless pools of lapus lazuli. She shimmered
in the golden light, while her
legs shimmied to
the music.
“ I just flew in today from Aswan . I’ve never been to the
Delta before.”
Delta before.”
She smiled shyly. She was just
about to give him a
coy wink, as she looked up through her lashes at him.
coy wink, as she looked up through her lashes at him.
“Ouch!” she suddenly cried. Her
majestic head flew up, eyes now filled with
pain and surprise.
pain and surprise.
Blowing Kisses by Katy Tuma –
Photograph
Day and Night. Winter and Summer I sit here.
Pinwheels tickle my ears, dandelions caress
my
feet, leaves dance around, and the snow gives me
a white sweater that does
not keep out the cold.
It does not
matter. I am here for a singular
purpose.
Years pass. Moss, lichen, and dirt snuggle into
my creases. Someone comes along every once
in a while and
scrubs them out.
It is just the same to
me.
I am here regardless of it all.
I am here regardless of it all.
what they are all on Earth for.
African Women Sunset
by Michaelina Tenney – Acrylic
by Michaelina Tenney – Acrylic
Sisterhood! Clasped hands, jangling bracelets
and hearts
alight with greeting as the horizon
bursts into flame, touched by the
retreating sun.
You are my sister. In
your company I am strong.
I am your
sister. In my care you shall be cherished.
Together, we are nurturers of life, planters of trees,
grinders of
grain, weavers of cloth, and solvers
of problems.
of problems.
Rudolph by Miss Liza Morado
(I just couldn't resist this one!)
I like Rudolph. His nose lights up.
It makes me happy, his nose.
I didn’t used to be all songs and
television specials,
you know. Rudolph
had no friends. Everyone made
fun of him
because he didn’t fit in, though he really
wanted to. Sometimes people are mean to you when
you are
a red-nosed reindeer.
Have you ever felt that way?
Have you ever felt that way?
That nose that everyone made fun
of turned out
to be a good thing. Then Rudolph had lots of friends.
See, people don’t always know as much as they think they do.
to be a good thing. Then Rudolph had lots of friends.
See, people don’t always know as much as they think they do.
– Mixed Media
One drawer has trims. A box under the desk contains
ribbons of all sizes, some creeping out from the lid.
There are no pastel shades in my paint box. There is
no separation of mediums – just pigment, vehicle,
and a hundred possibilities.
I turn up my music, loud. Brush in my hand, glue waiting,
I pour today’s essence onto the surface: bold strokes in
bright hues. There are no small thoughts this day. The
work emerges from the inside to the outer edges.
Be yourself. Express yourself.
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Other Works from Proctor Arts Fest Juried Art Show
Splashes of Silver by Jeanne
Strohrmann – Pastel
The dawn dances light across
waves of jade. A new cycle
begins that has happened across millennia. The tide wraps
its embrace around shore and
cliff: umber, onyx, and chalk.
From a vantage
in the waves of the air, a lone guardian
keeps watch over the coral filled with
a king’s ransom of
jewels. The golden,
ruby and silver flit and flutter in their
watery treasure box as the spray
sings a hallelujah sweet
enough to charm the raptures of the deep.
All the riches in the world are right here.
Creation by Judith Hunter –
Watercolor on UPO
It begins with two and a simple
tango, steeped in the
unknowable.
Couples joining in the dance of the
Universe. The music of the spheres changes: a
thrilling rumba, as opportunity winds, and dips.
Couples advance, retreat, reform. The rhythm
becomes critical as eternity jars the floor with a
relentless imperative, “It is waiting there for us.
Universe. The music of the spheres changes: a
thrilling rumba, as opportunity winds, and dips.
Couples advance, retreat, reform. The rhythm
becomes critical as eternity jars the floor with a
relentless imperative, “It is waiting there for us.
It must be found.”
weren’t
looking. “Did you see it happen?” The tune
slows to a waltz, as couples move to a larger pattern. Each is part of the emerging
whole: intricate and interwoven.
slows to a waltz, as couples move to a larger pattern. Each is part of the emerging
whole: intricate and interwoven.
Big League Dreams by Sue
Stewart – Watercolor
His glove is next to his
cheek. I know what he smells,
though he
is not conscious of it just now: the creak and
smell of the leather, the fresh
mown grass, the August air.
I remember
it like it was yesterday – like it is right now.
He is scrutinizing the batter,
choking up on the bat ever
so slightly. He
dreams of the small leathern sphere coming
right to him: sailing majestically
through the air and into his mitt. Hero
of the day! That is just the beginning.
Flight to Warmer Climes by
Pat Graham
– Watercolor
(It seems almost criminal to write something
comic from the stunningly beautiful watercolor
work of Pat Graham. But this avian conversation
would not leave my head.)
“Budge up there, buddy. It’s cold
out here!”
“Haven’t you ever heard of
personal space? Hey! What are you playing at, tugging
at my feathers?”
at my feathers?”
A flapping slap is heard.
“Ow! It’s just that I have an
idea.”
“Oh really? Time on your hands, have you?”
“Gone in for a bit of contemplation,
have we?”
“No, really. I think this could work.”
Pause.
“Well, what if instead of
clumping together, crowding each other, we actually
looked for someplace warmer to stay till all this blows over?”
looked for someplace warmer to stay till all this blows over?”
Silence.
“Egad! I think you just might be on to something.”
So, it begins.
Blue Lotus Dream by Karen
Petrillose – Watercolor
(This one resolutely did NOT want to be a 100 word
story. So, a compound haiku came out instead.
It is just over 100 words, so there was no cheating
on the "critical mass")
The raindrops falling
They are tiny caresses
Washing in cascades
No bustling of birds
The hustle of humanity
Fuss to cloud my quiet
Perpetually
I am cleansed and contented
A still serenity
Go and seek your own
That which cleans and fulfills
you
Inhale, exhale, peace.
Tranquility is
Therefore you are if you choose
To embrace accord
Be one with nature
Your breath cradled in its hands
Mind serene, joyful.
My world of blue, green
And water-born restfulness
Free from the uproar
All of this repose
Gaps, pausing between each breath
Is where it begins
The space wherein life
Transmutes, transforms, and
restarts
Is waiting for you
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My profound gratitude to the artists who participated in this, to the wonderful Gene Kester for seeing the potential in the idea, and to Proctor Arts Fest for letting us take this out for a spin at their party.
Very nice Judith. I want to read more. This years works.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed, Lucy.
DeleteWe don't want to give them away before the Show has opened. The Opening Reception is tomorrow night (Friday).
Stop by at the Art Show Saturday at 2pm to hear a selection of the 19 works for this year, or check back to stories.jdcullen.com after 2pm that same day to see them all.