Sunday, October 30, 2011

Here We Come A Halloween

Frayed nerves of a frazzled pumpkin getting away from the shark.








Characters in the night..... 











Saturday, October 22, 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

A Visit To The Bread and Puppet Museum

There is much to be said about company, and nothing could be better than fun company. Resident artists having a break and some fun at the bread and puppet museum. 

"Outhouse" 



"Artist in residence Thane, Emily and Missy" 




"Thane, Emily, Missy" 

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Bread & Puppet


Visited the bread and puppet museum (often known simply as Bread & Puppet) is a politically radical puppet theater, active since the 1960s. Founded in 1962–1963 in New York City. It was active during the Vietnam War in anti-war protests, primarily in New York. 

It is often remembered as a central part of the political spectacle of the time, as its enormous puppets (often ten to fifteen feet tall) were a fixture of many demonstrations. In 1970 the Theater moved to Vermont, first to Goddard College in Plainfield, and then to a farm in Glover where it still resides.

Tears

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a sign of weakness but power, they are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love.

Filial Obedience


-You told me to stay away from men,          
      And I have done that;
Except when the sun goes down
I talk to Rogelio on the road….


-Oh?.....and what does he say?...-that he loves me…
     But I don’t say anything;
-and then?....-he holds my hands a little,
Or gives me a little kiss on the cheek…


-Ah ha!....I see… so that’s all
   the rascal does to you?
Don’t hang around that place any more,
Because you’re in danger my child….

-Men have always been that way!....they speak
     Sweet nothings,
And they deceive naïve girls like you
Leading them off meekly to ruin.


-Mama. …for goodness sake! Don’t worry…that boy
    Speaks sincerely!....
And if he comes to meet me, he lifts me up bodily
When the road is muddy


-That’s a part of his scheme…as a girl
   The same happened to me …
Tie four knots in your flower, my child,
And never forget what I have told you…


The next day early in the morning
    the girl got caught…
The sun found her far away, without flowers,
In the tender arms of danger….
Never has the advice of old women
Served any better than in this case…
When love strikes the youthful breast, filial obedience ends.

-Candelario Obeso

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Meet Me In St. Albans

Scenes from a trip while I was on break from the studio. Residencies are educational in an organic way. We learn new ways of creating that is expansive. I take pictures of places I visit to remind me of our connectedness than separation. 


Hay











Saturday, October 15, 2011

Exhibition Opening at VSC

Stills from the exhibition opening 














"Work by Amarsaikhan" 




"Emily, Kaci, Thane, Kate and Marco"

Friday, October 14, 2011

Between An Exhibition and A Visiting Painter

Angela Dufresne

Well the rain is still falling, its a friday night, but luckily its not one of those nights one tends to go out and party away. But this friday finds us between an exhibition opening of visiting resident artist Amarsaikhan from Mongolia  and Asha Kama from Tibet and an evening talk with visiting painter Angela Dufresne.

When It Rains.............

It is said that when it rains, it pours but this place transforms completely from sunlit reds and yellows and green lawns to a grey that just wants one huddled inside.


 "View from my studio" 



 "View from my studio 2"


"Grey weather we're having today"

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall

"Chairs" 




"chairs II" 






"Fall" 




"Spring" 




Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Scenes From My Visit To Burlington

Took a break from the Art residency and went on a visit to Burlington; 





 

"Pounding Pavement"







Resident Slides







Fig 1 (Drawings)


Got around to sketching and readings from the resident writers

Monday, October 10, 2011

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come; they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

-Phillip Larkin

Sunny Johnson

Took a break from the studio for a walk look at the sun showing off. I am currently an artist in residence at the Vermont Studio Centre in Johnson, Vermont, courtesy of the Robert Sterling Clark fellowship.

Kathleen



Etty








Somewhere in Johnson Vermont 









This images were taken between 5.30pm and 6.30pm.