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15 December 2008

Happy Christmas from Kentucky

Holiday Inn... The movie, take time to enjoy your favorite old classic holiday film: A Child's Christmas in Wales, A Christmas Story...

craft in America...always news

20 November 2008

Purple

season of change... leaves falling


An Open Letter to Barack Obama, from Alice Walker, writer
Nov. 5, 2008
Dear Brother Obama,

You have no idea, really, of how profound this moment is for us. Us being the black people of the Southern United States. You think you know, because you are thoughtful, and you have studied our history. But seeing you deliver the torch so many others before you carried, year after year, decade after decade, century after century, only to be struck down before igniting the flame of justice and of law, is almost more than the heart can bear. And yet, this observation is not intended to burden you, for you are of a different time, and, indeed, because of all the relay runners before you, North America is a different place. It is really only to say: Well done. We knew, through all the generations, that you were with us, in us, the best of the spirit of Africa and of the Americas. Knowing this, that you would actually appear, someday, was part of our strength. Seeing you take your rightful place, based solely on your wisdom, stamina and character, is a balm for the weary warriors of hope, previously only sung about.

I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible for bringing the world back to balance. A primary responsibility that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters. And so on. One gathers that your family is large. We are used to seeing men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind us of scissors. This is no way to lead. Nor does your family deserve this fate. One way of thinking about all this is: It is so bad now that there is no excuse not to relax. From your happy, relaxed state, you can model real success, which is all that so many people in the world really want. They may buy endless cars and houses and furs and gobble up all the attention and space they can manage, or barely manage, but this is because it is not yet clear to them that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the reach of almost everyone.

I would further advise you not to take on other people's enemies. Most damage that others do to us is out of fear, humiliation and pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us who profess a certain religious or racial devotion. We must learn actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are ourselves in disguise. It is understood by all that you are commander in chief of the United States and are sworn to protect our beloved country; this we understand, completely. However, as my mother used to say, quoting a Bible with which I often fought, "hate the sin, but love the sinner." There must be no more crushing of whole communities, no more torture, no more dehumanizing as a means of ruling a people's spirit. This has already happened to people of color, poor people, women, children. We see where this leads, where it has led.

A good model of how to "work with the enemy" internally is presented by the Dalai Lama, in his endless caretaking of his soul as he confronts the Chinese government that invaded Tibet. Because, finally, it is the soul that must be preserved, if one is to remain a credible leader. All else might be lost; but when the soul dies, the connection to earth, to peoples, to animals, to rivers, to mountain ranges, purple and majestic, also dies. And your smile, with which we watch you do gracious battle with unjust characterizations, distortions and lies, is that expression of healthy self-worth, spirit and soul, that, kept happy and free and relaxed, can find an answering smile in all of us, lighting our way, and brightening the world.

We are the ones we have been waiting for.

In Peace and Joy,
Alice Walker

Peak Autumn 2008


 



season of change...season of color

 



fiber workshop in progress

 



weaving the sphere with rattan
 



exploring form, leading to paper pulp sculpture
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09 November 2008

Visit the Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft

season of change... leaves falling

for a pleasant experience, visit the Kentucky Museum of Art and Craft on West Main Street in Louisville and experience the MARVIN FINN retrospective through Jan 31, 2009...

NOVEMBER


greetings from Kentucky...

celebrate CRAFT at HOLIDAZZLE, on West Main Street in Louisville at KMAC

11 October 2008

MAVERICK is a BRAND of cigarette

 



...from the bluegrass state
life is change, change is good
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student design 1933-34, Chicago



Many American women, even today, chose a path away from a talent or discipline to focus on marriage and family, raising children and placing their highly refined skills in a creative field on the back burner. Choice. The challenge remains today for parents and professionals to seek a path, sacrifice personal and professional careers as the price for raising a family.


(My own talented mother, an hour out of New York in the 1940s, wished to dance on Broadway but chose marriage and raising five children)

October 5, 2008 Louisville, KY


...from the bluegrass state

East Market Street in the 600 block, Louisville, is a busy gallery block. For one special opening reception this past Sunday the student works of Dorothy Ekman were warmly received by a steadily revolving crowd of friends, family and gallery hoppers eager to enjoy the collection of figure studies, portraits and commercial renderings produced in the 1933-34 term while attending the Chicago Art Institute.

At 95 years and still swimming and competing (medal winner in her age class for the last Senior Olympics) Dorothy had no idea she was attending her first one-person gallery show when her daughter Paula transported her to the city for a Sunday drive.

GOOGLE C-J writer Byron Crawford at Courier-Journal for his feature column on Dorothy in 2007 for more bio.