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Pacific Grove Art Center

8/19/2016

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Paul and I are opening our two-month exhibit Echoes of Play and Peace at the reception on Sept. 2 from 7-9:00.  We hope to see you there!

Pacific Grove Art Center

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Echoes of Play and Peace

8/12/2016

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Today I finished the last of my work schedule in preparation for our two-person exhibit at Pacific Grove Art Center which opens on September 2.  It included a lot of dusting, and then cleaning all the surfaces with a very soft cloth and sometimes warm soapy water and cleaning up all the backs and removing old tags from other exhibits. Even the enormous fire we have just had here, above Big Sur, is a dusty environment with firetrucks, and gigantic flatbed trucks carrying every manner of  earth moving equipment going up and down HWY. all day and night........Then all the wires had to be checked, a few sides 'finished', some collage 'repairs' made with glue.  Any changes have to be re-varnished as well.... and the final list of pieces submitted.  The ones from James Joyce are such a different mood!  I keep saying that I have finished that series, but then I discover such wonderful and original images in the pages of Ulysses that I go back and try one more.  Who would expect me to have so many interiors or people, etc.?  I am so glad I did it.  I never heard back from the Cherry Center so I guess that plan will not really take place after all. 
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 the Garden {from Ulysses by James Joyce} -see above painting

8/7/2016

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What did each do at the door of egress?
Bloom set the candlestick on the floor.  Stephen put the hat on his head.
For what creature was the door of egress a door of ingress?
For a cat.
What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the guest, emerged silently, doubly dark, from the obscurity by a passage from the rere of the house into the penumbra of
the garden?
The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.


Ulysses
~James Joyce

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just finished today

8/5/2016

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Eorann and Suibne cont'd.

8/4/2016

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Yew-tree, yew-tree, true to your kind,
In churchyard you are found;
O ivy growing ivy-like,
You are found in the dark wood.

O holly tree of shelter,
Bulwark against the winds;
O ash-tree, very baleful one,
Haft for the warrior's spear.

O birch-tree, smooth and blessed,
Melodious and proud,
Delightful every tangled branch
At the top of your crown...


~excerpt from a poem on their legend,

as found in the White Goddess
Robert Graves
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the legend of Eorann and Suibne

8/2/2016

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Bushy oak, leafy oak,
You tower above all trees.
O hazel, little branching one,
Coffer for sweet nuts!

You are not cruel, O alder.
Delightfully you gleam,
You neither rend nor prickle
In the gap you occupy.

Blackthorn, little thorny one,
Dark provider of sloes.
Watercress, little green-topped one,
From the stream where blackbirds drink.

O apple tree, true to your kind,
You are much shaken by men;
O rowan, cluster-berried one,
Beautiful is your blossom!

O briar, arching over,
You never played me fair;
Ever again you tear me,
Drinking your fill of blood.

~beginning of Suibne's poem where he is describing the trees and herbs of Ireland {a portion of a much larger poem}




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Stones drinking at the river

8/2/2016

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"Dr. Tyler has brought together examples from all parts of the globe-----veneration paid to natural living objects such as trees, fish, animals, as well as to inanimate objects of almost every conceivable description, including stones, because of the spirit believed to be inherent or resident in the particular object.----Certainly well-defined Celtic traditions entirely fit in with this theory:e.g. Canon Mahe writes, "In  accordance with this strange theory they {the Celts} could believe that rocks, set in motion by spirits which animated them sometimes went to drink at rivers, .........a parallel belief at Rollright, Oxfordshire, England, where it is said of the King Stone, an ancient menhir, and according to some folk traditions, a human being transformed, that it goes down the hill on Christmas Eve to drink at the river."

The Fairy Faith in Celtic countries
~W.Y. Evans Wentz

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