tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43335028171705672632024-03-24T19:33:08.606-04:00Seeking the Sublime in the EverydayBarbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.comBlogger300125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-91224538371861955162023-11-23T21:11:00.001-05:002023-11-23T21:11:37.805-05:00<p> Good Morning! I am writing this post on Wednesday because I know that this Thursday, my usual day for writing my blog, I will be otherwise engaged. I hope you had a lovely day with friends and family, and found ample reason to give thanks. And now the rush is on. I remember when the days between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve stretched on forever and now they fly by. That reminds me of a line from that song from Gigi; Maurice Chevalier sings, "Am I getting older?" And Hermione Gingold responds, "Oh, no, not you!" I'm probably dating myself just by mentioning that movie.</p><p>Last month when we celebrated the life of our friend, Betty Van Zandt, I told this story to her many loving friends and family.</p><p>We were at a party when Betty said to my husband, "Arthur, do you know of an escort service in San Francisco?"</p><p>Arthur replied, "Uh, Betty...? What's going on?"</p><p>She explained, "my daughter, Karen, is getting married in San Francisco and my ex will be there with his new young wife. I don't want Karen to worry about me being on my own so I need a date." That was just one example of Betty's resilience, resourcefulness and consideration for other people, especially Karen.</p><p>Arthur did not know of an escort service but he did know just the man for the job. When he was a young director working at the American Conservatory Theater he met Herb Gold, who took Arthur to the city Lights Bookstore and introduced him to the Beat Poets like Alan Ginsberg and Gregory Corso. Herb was a distinguished writer himself and not a bad looking guy, and he was happy to serve as Betty's arm candy. As he put it to me, "I understand I'm to be Joe Stunning." He invited Betty to tea ahead of time so that there would be no awkward meeting at the wedding and they had a lovely time. </p><p>This morning we read in the Times that Herb has also passed away, also at the age of 99. I like to picture Betty waiting for him at the Pearly Gates to escort him in, returning the favor of all those years ago.</p><p>The last paragraph of Herb's obit said that on September 3 of this year he participated in a poetry reading at City Lights, and two days later Scribner's published "Best American Poetry of 2023, which included Herb's </p><p>"Other News on Page 24."</p><p>Someone famous will die that day.</p><p>My day,</p><p>And the newspaper will report:</p><p>"More obituaries on page 24."</p><p>For the curiosity of some,</p><p>the regret of a few.</p><p>Those few, they matter,</p><p>So they have a nice walk</p><p>in the Marin headlands</p><p>shadowed by a weary and worn mountain</p><p>(still green! Still fragrant! </p><p>with pine and transplanted eucalyptus,</p><p>and most important: still there!)</p><p>where I'm proud that the few</p><p>gather trash, but drop my ashes downwind,</p><p>and remember as I fly away.</p><p><br /></p><p>But enough about everybody else, here's what I'm doing. I've continued adding birds to my house series; this is Red House with Egret--or maybe this is a sandhill crane. I've added a lot of red to the house to make the bird really pop. Next I'll put green wallpaper in the background to make the house pop.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFAb1CkcM9kXFZ7h-K_0Rv6KNnDhfYI6dszBm9CNdMysNhdrE1ZAwGrcpNlHjlcuqQEXKjELaqdO0wQqIxKVR6aUhOCHEAEYsKKrzBA0Cz4Do5KT_MxSDWhZQ-b-zIKDffFZqPnD1WObhwHitbNds68_x4_IBn6fNXJh-lyuppnzPlCRdC2aRE9HhPjYg/s2739/Red%20House%20with%20Bird%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2739" data-original-width="1879" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFAb1CkcM9kXFZ7h-K_0Rv6KNnDhfYI6dszBm9CNdMysNhdrE1ZAwGrcpNlHjlcuqQEXKjELaqdO0wQqIxKVR6aUhOCHEAEYsKKrzBA0Cz4Do5KT_MxSDWhZQ-b-zIKDffFZqPnD1WObhwHitbNds68_x4_IBn6fNXJh-lyuppnzPlCRdC2aRE9HhPjYg/s320/Red%20House%20with%20Bird%20copy.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><br /><p>Here's one more--Yellow House with Herons. Yes, you've seen those herons before; they're a direct copy of Audubon's Herons, so thank you, Audubon. I wish you hadn't owned slaves but I still admire your work. I also wish you had a camera so you didn't have to kill the birds but what can we do? </p><p>I almost never say this about my work but--it's finished! Well, maybe a little more on the blue background.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTyMqr7Q6O8wtM3KRrapTaGpZdlH_-u7DwW5qR1SthvUPp4Ld5oeYxo73JMgMPaUVsRdTxj4PkDQFOYstFjNtE6JR-QN6FQ10ddws4JzrTM78Ra_DtJ9zMKFD7Q4KhHAgsgySw47VkJTBRZPSrOaKlLnGMFar1JMcZiJya3i7ibfycOevNZKtjnXEnfg/s3695/Yellow%20House%20with%20Herons%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3695" data-original-width="2729" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTyMqr7Q6O8wtM3KRrapTaGpZdlH_-u7DwW5qR1SthvUPp4Ld5oeYxo73JMgMPaUVsRdTxj4PkDQFOYstFjNtE6JR-QN6FQ10ddws4JzrTM78Ra_DtJ9zMKFD7Q4KhHAgsgySw47VkJTBRZPSrOaKlLnGMFar1JMcZiJya3i7ibfycOevNZKtjnXEnfg/s320/Yellow%20House%20with%20Herons%20copy.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com087C8HGVJ+9Q38.5934776 -73.468107699999999.0094763919229059 -108.62435769999999 68.1774788080771 -38.31185769999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-49663416975672574572023-11-16T22:54:00.001-05:002023-11-16T22:54:33.376-05:00Come See a Great Show<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm sad to report that this Sunday, November 19, is the last day to view "The Seed," on view in the Great Hall Gallery at First Presbyterian Church, 12 West 12th Street at Fifth Avenue in New York City.</span><p></p><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"t1fn","text":"I'm sad to report that this Sunday, November 19, is the last day to view \"The Seed,\" on view in the Great Hall Gallery at First Presbyterian Church, 12 West 12th Street at Fifth Avenue in New York City.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"46fvl","text":"The inspiration comes from a quote from Albert Camus; “One’s work is nothing but the long journey through life to recover, through the detours of art, the one or two great and simple images that first gained access to one’s heart.”","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":54,"length":175,"style":"ITALIC"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"1palc","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"dd3mk","text":"I first heard that quote in a speech the great Robert Beverly Hale gave at an Art Students League dinner in __1975. It has stayed with me since then, inspiring me to reflect on the roots of my inspiration, and helping to clarify my thoughts about my work.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":228,"length":1,"style":"{\"FG\":\"#ff0000\"}"},{"offset":229,"length":26,"style":"{\"FG\":\"#2a2a2a\"}"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"dsmo3","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"b4tm6","text":"Turns out I'm not the only one it resonated with. My friend Fran Beallor and I talked about it now and then as we pursued our separate practices in isolation. Under the pandemic we found new ways to reach out, learning various ways of communicating and finally we said, \"Let's do it.\" We sent out a call for submissions asking artists, \"What was that one great and simple image for you?\" ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":0,"length":389,"style":"{\"FG\":\"#2a2a2a\"}"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"uu0a","text":"We asked them to show us that image and one piece of their current work.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":0,"length":72,"style":"{\"FG\":\"#2a2a2a\"}"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"9jsc0","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"bb2i0","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"b4c8m","text":"What we got back was amazing. People shared their thoughts on where their ideas and inspiration came from; Van Gogh's Sunflowers, Martha Graham, the Moon, Leonardo DaVinci,and our mothers and fathers. ","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":0,"length":204,"style":"{\"FG\":\"#2a2a2a\"}"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"9ebbq","text":" Then we came up with the name, The Seed; the Spark that Sets an Art Life in Motion.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":0,"length":84,"style":"{\"FG\":\"#2a2a2a\"}"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"d2nh3","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"dv9qr","text":"Then we started hanging the work.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[{"offset":0,"length":33,"style":"{\"FG\":\"#2a2a2a\"}"}],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"3aj8p","text":"","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="14o0q-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="14o0q-0-0"><span data-offset-key="14o0q-0-0">The inspiration comes from a quote from Albert Camus; </span><span data-offset-key="14o0q-0-1" style="font-style: italic;">“One’s work is nothing but the long journey through life to recover, through the detours of art, the one or two great and simple images that first gained access to one’s heart</span><span data-offset-key="14o0q-0-2">.”</span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="4c7en-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="4c7en-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4c7en-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="3sq82-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="3sq82-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3sq82-0-0">I first heard that quote in a speech the great Robert Beverly Hale gave at an Art Students League dinner in __1975. It has stayed with me since then, inspiring me to reflect on the roots of my inspiration, and helping to clarify</span><span data-offset-key="3sq82-0-1" style="color: red;"> </span><span data-offset-key="3sq82-0-2" style="color: #2a2a2a;">my thoughts about my work.</span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="f6416-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="f6416-0-0"><span data-offset-key="f6416-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="63qrj-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="63qrj-0-0"><span data-offset-key="63qrj-0-0" style="color: #2a2a2a;">Turns out I'm not the only one it resonated with. My friend Fran Beallor and I talked about it now and then as we pursued our separate practices in isolation. Under the pandemic we found new ways to reach out, learning various ways of communicating and finally we said, "Let's do it." We sent out a call for submissions asking artists, "What was that one great and simple image for you?" </span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="7vrjc-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="7vrjc-0-0"><span data-offset-key="7vrjc-0-0" style="color: #2a2a2a;">We asked them to show us that image and one piece of their current work.</span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="83tkp-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="83tkp-0-0"><span data-offset-key="83tkp-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="3t163-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="3t163-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3t163-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="2p47o-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="2p47o-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2p47o-0-0" style="color: #2a2a2a;">What we got back was amazing. People shared their thoughts on where their ideas and inspiration came from; Van Gogh's Sunflowers, Martha Graham, the Moon, Leonardo DaVinci,and our mothers and fathers. </span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="6qfmt-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="6qfmt-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6qfmt-0-0" style="color: #2a2a2a;"> Then we came up with the name, The Seed; the Spark that Sets an Art Life in Motion.</span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="3rte1-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="3rte1-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3rte1-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="cpvc7-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="cpvc7-0-0"><span data-offset-key="cpvc7-0-0" style="color: #2a2a2a;">Then we started hanging the work.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: black;"><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="av90l-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="av90l-0-0"><span data-offset-key="av90l-0-0"><span data-text="true">I don't know if this looks like fun to you but it reminds me of one of my parents' big lessons--it's always more fun to be in on the work than watching from the sidelines.</span></span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="ccgta-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="ccgta-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ccgta-0-0"><span data-text="true">Working together on a project is also a great path to friendship.</span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="ccgta-0-0"><br /><span data-offset-key="ccgta-0-0"><span data-text="true"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURbMmeMru8EgoUHI_69Lm9sW7DWw0IkNTWt1nZXX30FMTkxt9BCPO_eKZkAzrv7QAIC2bq5dHDcDRK4-Ygr546FVZ1FSKlwjdiD3aUX0-nmtDkoAyIjfGJjeF7cxbWroFy8NUamDMz0Y2FlPLz2Wps35Bq8CVB9mw1H2IHpSmBgT4Q0R4P4YleczOz7U/s2032/Finished!.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1524" data-original-width="2032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiURbMmeMru8EgoUHI_69Lm9sW7DWw0IkNTWt1nZXX30FMTkxt9BCPO_eKZkAzrv7QAIC2bq5dHDcDRK4-Ygr546FVZ1FSKlwjdiD3aUX0-nmtDkoAyIjfGJjeF7cxbWroFy8NUamDMz0Y2FlPLz2Wps35Bq8CVB9mw1H2IHpSmBgT4Q0R4P4YleczOz7U/s320/Finished!.heic" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></span></div></div></div><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"10uue","text":"All done! Here we are in front of the work of, Left to right, Lois Bender, Sandra Taggart, Andy Feldman and Christina Maile.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}},{"key":"cfq2o","text":"Here's more of the show.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}" style="caret-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black;"><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="c0q64-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="c0q64-0-0"><span data-offset-key="c0q64-0-0"><span data-text="true">All done! Here we are in front of the work of, Left to right, Lois Bender, Sandra Taggart, Andy Feldman and Christina Maile.</span></span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="fgvbs-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="fgvbs-0-0"><span data-offset-key="fgvbs-0-0"><span data-text="true">Here's more of the show.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvnRube4dB4__HS8mzBvBppUlMgD9HSURB5qe2yZSZXO20XCpeBKQ1_ATJF2D-QgV7GVXYKP8D1NLQU0yfgdK7_3YEYOx29BXZDR3g3NvXvxrDoGMOV-zaBt2WsocEH7-AjE8iMNlD7kZojZJuTMYLEybazIZRA5jiZos0Hjh_LllSbCARZYuicnc-epI/s3184/First%20hangs.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2236" data-original-width="3184" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvnRube4dB4__HS8mzBvBppUlMgD9HSURB5qe2yZSZXO20XCpeBKQ1_ATJF2D-QgV7GVXYKP8D1NLQU0yfgdK7_3YEYOx29BXZDR3g3NvXvxrDoGMOV-zaBt2WsocEH7-AjE8iMNlD7kZojZJuTMYLEybazIZRA5jiZos0Hjh_LllSbCARZYuicnc-epI/s320/First%20hangs.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"9i5f0","text":"From Left to right, Alice Zinnes, Sarah Hauser, Darcy Spitz, Victoria Pacemeo","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"4ok5c","text":" and Janice MacDonnell.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}"><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="etp3e-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="etp3e-0-0"><span data-offset-key="etp3e-0-0"><span data-text="true"><br /></span></span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="etp3e-0-0"><span data-offset-key="etp3e-0-0"><span data-text="true">From Left to right, work by </span></span> Alice Zinnes, Sarah Hauser, Darcy Spitz, Victoria Pacemeo</div><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"eql5v","text":" Alice Zinnes, Sarah Hauser, Darcy Spitz, Victoria Pacemeo","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}},{"key":"cuood","text":" and Janice MacDonnell.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{"dynamicStyles":{}}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}"><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="818av-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="818av-0-0"><span data-offset-key="818av-0-0"> and Janice MacDonnell.</span></div><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="818av-0-0"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Fran says yes!</div><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"1pal4","text":"From left to right, Elizabeth White-Pultz, Ellen Alt, Joanne Steinhardt, Regina Silvers, Avani Patel, and Eileen Hoffman.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}"><br /></div><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"1pal4","text":"From left to right, Elizabeth White-Pultz, Ellen Alt, Joanne Steinhardt, Regina Silvers, Avani Patel, and Eileen Hoffman.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGb3L2P2qot2O12-hO7a0q1GGSE7pJEms7i1Wg0EDh3P6XMupT3B1lOhujXZSWb1tPQDm7hKPYZMCHQM9TTn0CwnqDCgb2mGYWI_armhqasgNx4eVRg0w02k2IiF5AqKcxuGesz9j2RESjhqkpMZQjDAysfQ-9K2NLsqNjAHTC7cL-b3kTQPDnSraPBz0/s4032/laughing%20Fran.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGb3L2P2qot2O12-hO7a0q1GGSE7pJEms7i1Wg0EDh3P6XMupT3B1lOhujXZSWb1tPQDm7hKPYZMCHQM9TTn0CwnqDCgb2mGYWI_armhqasgNx4eVRg0w02k2IiF5AqKcxuGesz9j2RESjhqkpMZQjDAysfQ-9K2NLsqNjAHTC7cL-b3kTQPDnSraPBz0/s320/laughing%20Fran.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"d471m","text":"Should the curators show their own work? Fran says yes!","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}">Fran Beallor and Barbara Swanson Sherman.</div><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"d471m","text":"Should the curators show their own work? 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I really hope you can come help us celebrate but if you can't, we're planning a Zoom Artists Talk to maybe put on Youtube.</div><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"cmrcg","text":" really hope you can come help us celebrate but if you can't, we're planning a Zoom Artists Talk to maybe put on Youtube.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div data-draftjs-conductor-fragment="{"blocks":[{"key":"cmrcg","text":" really hope you can come help us celebrate but if you can't, we're planning a Zoom Artists Talk to maybe put on Youtube.","type":"unstyled","depth":0,"inlineStyleRanges":[],"entityRanges":[],"data":{}}],"entityMap":{},"VERSION":"9.14.7"}" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Thank you to all the artists who participated for every thing you did to make this show a success.</div></div></span></div></div></div></div></div></span></span></div></div></div></span></div></div><div class="JvlZN rqyPc p7Opnu public-DraftStyleDefault-block-depth0 public-DraftStyleDefault-text-ltr fixed-tab-size rich_content_P" data-block="true" data-editor="editor" data-offset-key="fv73j-0-0"><div class="public-DraftStyleDefault-block public-DraftStyleDefault-ltr" data-offset-key="fv73j-0-0"><span data-offset-key="fv73j-0-0"></span></div></div></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com187G97JW2+W440.2972794 -72.399732820.083312071838748 -107.5559828 60.511246728161254 -37.243482799999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-7005177801152578542023-11-09T22:35:00.002-05:002023-11-09T22:35:59.718-05:00Greeting the sunrise in Every direction<p> <span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I greeted the end of Daylight Savings Time this year with joy because as the days grew shorter, my first </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">morning walk with Russell was happening in the dark. I don't mind taking the bedtime walk in the dark </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">under the street lights because Russell has befriended all the doormen on the block </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">and it's a social event, </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">and I don't mind the </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">sun going down early in the evening--it feels like a signal to settle in and get cozy. </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">When you're house-breaking a puppy you can't dawdle about getting out first thing and all the </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">walking means lots of exercise and fresh air but before it's even </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">light out? C'mon. </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">But over the last couple of days as the sun </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">rose in the east at 6:30 instead of 7:30, it shone on the </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">buildings across the </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">river and made them glow like Xanadu</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">! </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fo6iXvLG7qkwM98PJ6WvLVGKegL-7-VknhgjmSUnyxFgq7gnZNWZth9p_bS9nsZ0AZkSvSKcfDw4kbdA9t6uHqSC11f-TooxBsOdIS8zEKLPXDSPUS4dQjKyleKQX7xt2EICa2niIWX0eGFlSf3UY8ABe8XZGVRGqpfTg_CaYyxGxmLLfZBdY3uCWeA/s3032/Morning,%20Riverview%203.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3032" data-original-width="2274" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-fo6iXvLG7qkwM98PJ6WvLVGKegL-7-VknhgjmSUnyxFgq7gnZNWZth9p_bS9nsZ0AZkSvSKcfDw4kbdA9t6uHqSC11f-TooxBsOdIS8zEKLPXDSPUS4dQjKyleKQX7xt2EICa2niIWX0eGFlSf3UY8ABe8XZGVRGqpfTg_CaYyxGxmLLfZBdY3uCWeA/s320/Morning,%20Riverview%203.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">I started to sing (to myself, of course) "Shall We Gather at the River" but then it came to me--</span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">"Is it Granada I see or only Asbury Park?" Actually, it's Hoboken, next door to Hackensack, which made </span></p><p><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">me thing of another song, also by Cole Porter, with these lines;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span> </span>"I took a trip to Hackensack</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>But after I gave Hackensack the once-over</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"> I took the next train back..."</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That verse in that song always makes me a little teary--do you think that's weird? I love the line, </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">"I happen to love this burg." Nothing against the Garden State but I do happen to Love New York.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXN6pDL6fuTP-lafhFh2hykfSSfvJu3OjDxfgsvZIiq6k2-ftGnFINxuhtgBLSkr57h_lHRA3eq6egV8bXVDGJHqNxABtin6VIAuEZlGotyzZIqDwXX65pxpsJyt_LdeObUnVp-u19cRLW8zxdKZZohTbQKXhv9XlPNZxrihEmLa_mSUARbN-zGVhoVu4/s2307/Morning,%20Riverview%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2307" data-original-width="2243" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXN6pDL6fuTP-lafhFh2hykfSSfvJu3OjDxfgsvZIiq6k2-ftGnFINxuhtgBLSkr57h_lHRA3eq6egV8bXVDGJHqNxABtin6VIAuEZlGotyzZIqDwXX65pxpsJyt_LdeObUnVp-u19cRLW8zxdKZZohTbQKXhv9XlPNZxrihEmLa_mSUARbN-zGVhoVu4/s320/Morning,%20Riverview%201.JPG" width="311" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">When I turned around I saw the actual sunrise...</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8etp0v4isxG6bmGbDKwTHGGElw-FWwUavne6Groq6vSinWcS08jCV7KWXVAewV7tV8wGgxc5NXslyicV62QL_CzZQEQBbEYHSErsS9leFV2Z1lIiNkAdL8WD60E491ctKuK_O1rcDBqtVfUHHZib1ZiMtuiOKzvQ8UOI8i_wYe7uL5sj6Gmeu25hZrY/s3032/Sunrise.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3032" data-original-width="2274" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8etp0v4isxG6bmGbDKwTHGGElw-FWwUavne6Groq6vSinWcS08jCV7KWXVAewV7tV8wGgxc5NXslyicV62QL_CzZQEQBbEYHSErsS9leFV2Z1lIiNkAdL8WD60E491ctKuK_O1rcDBqtVfUHHZib1ZiMtuiOKzvQ8UOI8i_wYe7uL5sj6Gmeu25hZrY/s320/Sunrise.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">Our walks are so pleasurable because of Hudson River Park. In our early days in this neighborhood we never went near the river--the way was blocked by the ruined elevated Westside Highway and it was a forbidding place. Now it's a glorious expanse of trees and lawns, views of the city including the Statue of Liberty, the World Trade Center and the Empire State Building and I am grateful.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">We have a special connection there; our niece, Rachel Swanson, is Environmental Education Manager at Hudson River Park Trust!<span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9);"><span face="-apple-system, system-ui, BlinkMacSystemFont, Segoe UI, Roboto, Helvetica Neue, Fira Sans, Ubuntu, Oxygen, Oxygen Sans, Cantarell, Droid Sans, Apple Color Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Emoji, Segoe UI Symbol, Lucida Grande, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif"> </span><span style="font-family: times;">Here she is successfully running the NYC Marathon to celebrate her 30th birthday this week. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9);"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthoxa4IhJe202kCvYyz5-K6leXRFUmRyrqlBVkGW_G1nmvulHZ6DQfpdAra5hpOcIsMTPUzGbDD5nruXTCiuyeSag1vHUCOrcCnXfq7LthiBoKcCsMAlyuWswvmaXD2yMG7Yk-jF2j2QId0azB4maZDPhs5fIgygJ0CW2TRosqaqwsPqxsam2rYnem64/s3032/Marathon%20Rachel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3032" data-original-width="2274" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthoxa4IhJe202kCvYyz5-K6leXRFUmRyrqlBVkGW_G1nmvulHZ6DQfpdAra5hpOcIsMTPUzGbDD5nruXTCiuyeSag1vHUCOrcCnXfq7LthiBoKcCsMAlyuWswvmaXD2yMG7Yk-jF2j2QId0azB4maZDPhs5fIgygJ0CW2TRosqaqwsPqxsam2rYnem64/s320/Marathon%20Rachel.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br />(Note to the Swanson Family; this shot was taken at 8:27.57 am. Pretty close, yes?)</span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9);"><span style="font-family: times;">Now I need to correct something I said last week. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9);"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9);"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oFGZqejnsObrkrW2ZjnhzGbHDTZkSzVCIsmzHh7OMZOns7Oul9WzWc8-MlZV337OB7NDehyphenhyphenIOja3ssf6N87DKYF-PXbihtr_hyjtlcCeEih-jXrPx2zc28iXtBRINPtCMITA6u9XZuj6RUGsNIzh_aUNRn10V-YhZSw7kaLTRjqk7r8mSYJaCSeSUt8/s2955/Jack%20O'%20Lanterns.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2629" data-original-width="2955" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oFGZqejnsObrkrW2ZjnhzGbHDTZkSzVCIsmzHh7OMZOns7Oul9WzWc8-MlZV337OB7NDehyphenhyphenIOja3ssf6N87DKYF-PXbihtr_hyjtlcCeEih-jXrPx2zc28iXtBRINPtCMITA6u9XZuj6RUGsNIzh_aUNRn10V-YhZSw7kaLTRjqk7r8mSYJaCSeSUt8/s320/Jack%20O'%20Lanterns.JPG" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9);"><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9);"><span style="font-family: times;">The pumpkins for the Abingdon Square Park</span></span></span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9);"><span style="font-family: times;"> Jack-O-Lantern festival </span></span></span><span color="rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9)" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;">were provided</span><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"> </span><span style="font-family: times;">by the Abingdon Square Park Conservancy, with generous support from D’Agostino's. As you may know the Conservancy is responsible for the maintenance </span></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); white-space: pre-wrap;">of this historic urban oasis. </span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjvrQiNcQopdGaJQngUDiSIbueJpKTGwP76isoKozOeId3fIUc5k6PN8_eJlJCoNpLDOhvL3E8p6jQ4OBFX8_D24C6NAbge_0H7HyaHKNLeLV7-lKPtcTdLIc56rY9JHgVbKO5mp_-laWTNlu41kfu7TCp1p-rk05hyphenhyphennR4g39vgTQirCw7u5-qud5zKc/s1324/Screenshot%202023-11-09%20at%2010.30.29%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="728" data-original-width="1324" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjvrQiNcQopdGaJQngUDiSIbueJpKTGwP76isoKozOeId3fIUc5k6PN8_eJlJCoNpLDOhvL3E8p6jQ4OBFX8_D24C6NAbge_0H7HyaHKNLeLV7-lKPtcTdLIc56rY9JHgVbKO5mp_-laWTNlu41kfu7TCp1p-rk05hyphenhyphennR4g39vgTQirCw7u5-qud5zKc/s320/Screenshot%202023-11-09%20at%2010.30.29%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></span></span></div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /><span style="caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); white-space: pre-wrap;"> If you're planning your end of year giving, especially if you live in the neighborhood--this is a worthy recipient. Here's the link to make it easy;</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="caret-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.9); white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://abingdonsquare.app.neoncrm.com/np/clients/abingdonsquare/donation.jsp">Abingdon Square Conservancy</a></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: times;">And my latest drawing? I made the improvements to the big blue house I've been talking about, added the big bird and I'm pretty happy. I'll probably keep fussing, but this is basically it.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xfgsT1Rs4u5ZoDZfDvC-A3C2nE_FgYSwu_b9-CzoY97AE3ch_oQoolFxkzEkumammHIvaIqd2-aQeM4fxGXIFop4WQ4j-go1kjjEt2OKGms_ejAAc4-ZYPfg50JMeCVYxJxePdilleDLYn8gY9OhWMwgRHmiGcB-A5M9IeH-8-p0lzFlsCCR19jPNws/s3000/Blue%20House%20with%20big%20bird%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="2175" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6xfgsT1Rs4u5ZoDZfDvC-A3C2nE_FgYSwu_b9-CzoY97AE3ch_oQoolFxkzEkumammHIvaIqd2-aQeM4fxGXIFop4WQ4j-go1kjjEt2OKGms_ejAAc4-ZYPfg50JMeCVYxJxePdilleDLYn8gY9OhWMwgRHmiGcB-A5M9IeH-8-p0lzFlsCCR19jPNws/s320/Blue%20House%20with%20big%20bird%20copy.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com287F972MQ+JP39.2840865 -72.960713811.256747181891633 -108.1169638 67.311425818108376 -37.804463799999994tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-86056883178828294402023-11-02T22:55:00.001-04:002023-11-02T22:55:53.218-04:00Spooky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhbq7qvHXFFdbM2h2c2Q5rKLaOhj3Tkw8hobHhmWQm3TdsBfqzTx4_A_5VcGWEjr2WNYw1InKua9TJwYo9wrZ9yRVws1vu3EpdSjCgoPCmhP44St7MBBwf7Q1Ho5nHU_x_7WzTRmjWBNIEa4jcizGREsadnJhWfgJmAPVL3ZC0toSm3gCdB2We5Gr4P8/s2955/Jack%20O'%20Lanterns.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2629" data-original-width="2955" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYhbq7qvHXFFdbM2h2c2Q5rKLaOhj3Tkw8hobHhmWQm3TdsBfqzTx4_A_5VcGWEjr2WNYw1InKua9TJwYo9wrZ9yRVws1vu3EpdSjCgoPCmhP44St7MBBwf7Q1Ho5nHU_x_7WzTRmjWBNIEa4jcizGREsadnJhWfgJmAPVL3ZC0toSm3gCdB2We5Gr4P8/s320/Jack%20O'%20Lanterns.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p> What were you for Hallowe'en? Molly was an angel...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgof9tN3_0Ovs28FisHykfugyIOTZxWJjHqn6X-Qc6P2-lmvQYet1UsDZCg5QdR4ZNsNFSVt51sGsyKGXBTMGRa0hlwaLnH4o49-9PT6z1svKUX0RDINXq66MW2TSq9-HzmFAkP1kJ5OGxXhJr-l0BiakcNE7mTpHCii0k0A-VLqBFiJBfTknz7HTSdMsU/s2032/Molly%20for%20Hallowe'en.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgof9tN3_0Ovs28FisHykfugyIOTZxWJjHqn6X-Qc6P2-lmvQYet1UsDZCg5QdR4ZNsNFSVt51sGsyKGXBTMGRa0hlwaLnH4o49-9PT6z1svKUX0RDINXq66MW2TSq9-HzmFAkP1kJ5OGxXhJr-l0BiakcNE7mTpHCii0k0A-VLqBFiJBfTknz7HTSdMsU/s320/Molly%20for%20Hallowe'en.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Theo eliminated the middle man--he was a Trick or Treat Bag.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuauI7b7BCXiKV55KycXwNpfx6iJmeHHtpQ9fn3srfaCX1Jzn4W4ZPtnuLbYXJ5C7O-UDEKni4VB95BPtSKfdykLUmKq-MzIUJsWM5nhj0yXUxgnznxKyw8QCeMq4rI20YQSfYBNS_oviOQNW80aeVD44aQGUv7g5fMs5FY8gGGCg9ybt09WM80VxaaeI/s2032/Theo%20for%20Hallowe'en.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuauI7b7BCXiKV55KycXwNpfx6iJmeHHtpQ9fn3srfaCX1Jzn4W4ZPtnuLbYXJ5C7O-UDEKni4VB95BPtSKfdykLUmKq-MzIUJsWM5nhj0yXUxgnznxKyw8QCeMq4rI20YQSfYBNS_oviOQNW80aeVD44aQGUv7g5fMs5FY8gGGCg9ybt09WM80VxaaeI/s320/Theo%20for%20Hallowe'en.HEIC" width="240" /></a></div><p>Sunny was going to be a pirate--at about noon she liked the eye patch, the spy glass</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT_gbYgQdTnWwaZ8hvOwShIyzfJmWVi6aeZrs1kg2AzM4gJ8KYsvzGl5G3TroVpTZa2-Y1GDPVZFUcElV4Ua69RrwHVZGuUg2bK3F0Rov8PVK1WT9CzkKrr1_9xQcf0FN4XObfXFfUHjLOSsQEyhhDTKDUBs3Ttrd73Pl8P7RfkCyE4WHo6AmfvW1xOdI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhT_gbYgQdTnWwaZ8hvOwShIyzfJmWVi6aeZrs1kg2AzM4gJ8KYsvzGl5G3TroVpTZa2-Y1GDPVZFUcElV4Ua69RrwHVZGuUg2bK3F0Rov8PVK1WT9CzkKrr1_9xQcf0FN4XObfXFfUHjLOSsQEyhhDTKDUBs3Ttrd73Pl8P7RfkCyE4WHo6AmfvW1xOdI" width="180" /></a></div><br /> and the sword; by 5 she'd had it with the whole business, refused to put on her costume and blew off trick-or-treating.<p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjJKDjPTGcBwokJIfKgtMzcMWjua8hcaHTLRS-9kqQjCbhquJMpCxFJhv5KVhGwT0Ft8M8GlolhykeK7OBveYLPLvuFo8UZtlJjsKlXZoyl6CB2SFF1finnbVUfhVnCJ-rdkPLh1DroFJgjxJkeOLcA7Y-EMAqi-YX1cbRn2YlvA2GPBB65TByKjmekCs" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjJKDjPTGcBwokJIfKgtMzcMWjua8hcaHTLRS-9kqQjCbhquJMpCxFJhv5KVhGwT0Ft8M8GlolhykeK7OBveYLPLvuFo8UZtlJjsKlXZoyl6CB2SFF1finnbVUfhVnCJ-rdkPLh1DroFJgjxJkeOLcA7Y-EMAqi-YX1cbRn2YlvA2GPBB65TByKjmekCs" width="180" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Sam wasn't sorry; he said to me, "Who ever thought it was a good idea to fill a kid full of sugar at bedtime?" Funny, Sam, I remember when you thought that was a great idea.</p><p>It's been a spooky week in the West Village with Hallowe'en AND a full moon.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUhEMb8vkp08Eb839xowmkyjbppYxOosi_r4XA7I0pusM00kM01W4FO1Ya6jcGyvI75SDljEJZmXm6K9DDE1KZcSKv9qEtLzV6VkLTzn0gThDY1wdTAIBFddW30oKCs6EC_JsLlJRLWCXjEFFMu8bagYjs7baw9PI1bgny7NVRZ1TTmEhx5gs9S7kFdRI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUhEMb8vkp08Eb839xowmkyjbppYxOosi_r4XA7I0pusM00kM01W4FO1Ya6jcGyvI75SDljEJZmXm6K9DDE1KZcSKv9qEtLzV6VkLTzn0gThDY1wdTAIBFddW30oKCs6EC_JsLlJRLWCXjEFFMu8bagYjs7baw9PI1bgny7NVRZ1TTmEhx5gs9S7kFdRI" width="180" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw-N5NqSDZam-mwzsgyAbNPzsNQ45x3Jj2sSIIKL2ObOTx4p80oOsvQzMtyYiLtbVuSZMQ1LP87UUfOWRD_dwprZmSqiOoiKxZdZHe9u7YGE_Ok8iZMGhJyXnlPi84SJ_29xwGuKM3rWg6eNKJ7ZgPPFyld9n-pvkMSKkRwIRdpk1exA1BNEjJt1ffqo/s2032/Full%20moon.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCw-N5NqSDZam-mwzsgyAbNPzsNQ45x3Jj2sSIIKL2ObOTx4p80oOsvQzMtyYiLtbVuSZMQ1LP87UUfOWRD_dwprZmSqiOoiKxZdZHe9u7YGE_Ok8iZMGhJyXnlPi84SJ_29xwGuKM3rWg6eNKJ7ZgPPFyld9n-pvkMSKkRwIRdpk1exA1BNEjJt1ffqo/s320/Full%20moon.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>And look who visited Abingdon Square Park! Believe me, I am not walking there alone at night--it's way too scary.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNY4XGwYAEGkEW5pCoy-gutApllD_NbQRKGs-V9p6j5SVnlUuf5Pi4E7OuXiAFPaMHVcdLvr1JXQhKXyeYbbpsW25D00jP4nfOnTcR92SoWhww9ZXHPGAjUCDPinnE0kfBKueMojSKAOQ_vsR_SeEcWuk2BdSYuf-wP7dX0b40PDGJ8XbXCP5WHubVrus" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiNY4XGwYAEGkEW5pCoy-gutApllD_NbQRKGs-V9p6j5SVnlUuf5Pi4E7OuXiAFPaMHVcdLvr1JXQhKXyeYbbpsW25D00jP4nfOnTcR92SoWhww9ZXHPGAjUCDPinnE0kfBKueMojSKAOQ_vsR_SeEcWuk2BdSYuf-wP7dX0b40PDGJ8XbXCP5WHubVrus" width="180" /></a></div><br /><br /></div>What's scary to you? What's the scariest movie you ever saw? My scariest movie is one I didn't even see. When I was around 8 my friend Sally Hubbard's mother saw Diabolique, where this French woman murders her husband but he keeps reappearing. Mrs. Hubbard told Sally the story and Sally told me and it scared me so badly that when I grew up and saw that it was on TV I thought, "It's late at night and I'm all alone--I think I'll pass.<div><br /></div><div>Actually, Hallowe'en in the Village wasn't scary--it was fun. D"Agostino's donated a bunch of pumpkins for folks to take home and carve then bring back for a festival of lighting the Jack o Lanterns.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVGgzC_GR16_ExrD3IW9PVL5eFt_QfdQXFpTR_pVqkDfqvx6x01TQHIWjIqS2A95QFJxkh7vmYiRkdGt5SKcHM1a7zI1uLuYJ4aJbBe84wAoTOGXbZdVpsqUfIoWVqFFUuR90p-NNkC0svc1QsMKUO16GrVBD1dSZdKX_MpykZ_j3w_TwyI-WPFE0ZI0/s1056/Screenshot%202023-11-02%20at%2010.50.59%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1056" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVGgzC_GR16_ExrD3IW9PVL5eFt_QfdQXFpTR_pVqkDfqvx6x01TQHIWjIqS2A95QFJxkh7vmYiRkdGt5SKcHM1a7zI1uLuYJ4aJbBe84wAoTOGXbZdVpsqUfIoWVqFFUuR90p-NNkC0svc1QsMKUO16GrVBD1dSZdKX_MpykZ_j3w_TwyI-WPFE0ZI0/s320/Screenshot%202023-11-02%20at%2010.50.59%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The costumes were great.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUwNhUtXfzEU2SQPzbKL6O3BnNy5XMS6cKHpG383sPvKDKDh0XKbYLf0Uvjw2un7eIZk3fkxisIhr9SwR2A2akmg3UbbMhpLVuqs0meQa_nDC1xaKRYQiD5UPNbiJMJsTIQi1zkRW07ZZxt9MtxNZ4FO3BwUkKE1Zb8_rqCoSd-yUpzt_CU4FmPJF7TtA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3295" data-original-width="2363" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjUwNhUtXfzEU2SQPzbKL6O3BnNy5XMS6cKHpG383sPvKDKDh0XKbYLf0Uvjw2un7eIZk3fkxisIhr9SwR2A2akmg3UbbMhpLVuqs0meQa_nDC1xaKRYQiD5UPNbiJMJsTIQi1zkRW07ZZxt9MtxNZ4FO3BwUkKE1Zb8_rqCoSd-yUpzt_CU4FmPJF7TtA" width="172" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigLj4laOFNWneWpKnXbK08UOSD6t1Q_Fy3VEzN0EAeaNhCFr2oJXQIue64h6w8FuQ1HD6IRbOK3RiQ-jO2reXOuFeO_asJ6LADgwCqovsX0UWLd51FveIa_9ZtezucuPesoHRACDULH567gIcAeS7bq4N_MvDESxPv0qjfdGLBIi31MXoKKVCtDe0v_kQ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3734" data-original-width="1979" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigLj4laOFNWneWpKnXbK08UOSD6t1Q_Fy3VEzN0EAeaNhCFr2oJXQIue64h6w8FuQ1HD6IRbOK3RiQ-jO2reXOuFeO_asJ6LADgwCqovsX0UWLd51FveIa_9ZtezucuPesoHRACDULH567gIcAeS7bq4N_MvDESxPv0qjfdGLBIi31MXoKKVCtDe0v_kQ" width="127" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdpPrOYD1W5Lw7OxayOo27IXn8ZD_S4X1nt39IE2IOELloN3qY7lbV9QMZnPytIB_qtgB_Zn9QYm6CUdDZ6JOHfjc0b9Yqod59_WuI83g5YYidSxd_-06gWbIppXmeKWrXVCC4BvIVigeT756CsbNoo3bd1Nc-EseBZM8qjO2qsxC1m7z2kMIj_jAjPB4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2563" data-original-width="2225" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjdpPrOYD1W5Lw7OxayOo27IXn8ZD_S4X1nt39IE2IOELloN3qY7lbV9QMZnPytIB_qtgB_Zn9QYm6CUdDZ6JOHfjc0b9Yqod59_WuI83g5YYidSxd_-06gWbIppXmeKWrXVCC4BvIVigeT756CsbNoo3bd1Nc-EseBZM8qjO2qsxC1m7z2kMIj_jAjPB4" width="208" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg1nw0hZJKYihe1kVbFacNrAubLy3Xpi4pQuz6NxyK2BMwFltdLL5Cb7pbJpt8HZ1gbGQOb29wCrmNGAB2qRAxObpIzrpVlo5joKxfTV_onGRPvjngyfZTgN-JtjML_ZL_mnAH7qJ5nMW_tpuXYyzX1PSFptZptdM18p7dN1MFRrlYop7shk4zHDI2ziI" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3686" data-original-width="2098" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjg1nw0hZJKYihe1kVbFacNrAubLy3Xpi4pQuz6NxyK2BMwFltdLL5Cb7pbJpt8HZ1gbGQOb29wCrmNGAB2qRAxObpIzrpVlo5joKxfTV_onGRPvjngyfZTgN-JtjML_ZL_mnAH7qJ5nMW_tpuXYyzX1PSFptZptdM18p7dN1MFRrlYop7shk4zHDI2ziI" width="137" /></a></div><br />Can you guess what she is? A S'More!</div><div><br /></div><div>Our Neighborhood really did it up--traditionally...</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEix7WSid2dqM3OeHvn2LHxftnGgXFhPrAqxpcw2F8a2xSgh6MAftFdBjmTGAiZQa9yLemFxmcgKZd2pzBTx3JcMF9tYdfnbNdRbpliss7cm3EuABOKX6N-eevdF3_hdbT0OzzOjMZSf8zZQg672oBOJLXcWmrsQVXp49KQ_iRNVH-N_15aTZNraQqeafgw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEix7WSid2dqM3OeHvn2LHxftnGgXFhPrAqxpcw2F8a2xSgh6MAftFdBjmTGAiZQa9yLemFxmcgKZd2pzBTx3JcMF9tYdfnbNdRbpliss7cm3EuABOKX6N-eevdF3_hdbT0OzzOjMZSf8zZQg672oBOJLXcWmrsQVXp49KQ_iRNVH-N_15aTZNraQqeafgw" width="180" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQwWo8suSRfISBimrPnTx2qRnA19gp-Rsq7HrzaNsRn-QMiIjKWpGSfecwagV41CGKT8OruPwL8-Jdy5YCyxn2kSJhUw7L1vGLFS7H4Hh_5RmnkgV91A-2YCn4s0TYMY2dhQ1oMd9V67o1hiBpYYmLEJHc2tMz1wxA0s6lXWgs_5WDP8nVzv97csjEcR8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhQwWo8suSRfISBimrPnTx2qRnA19gp-Rsq7HrzaNsRn-QMiIjKWpGSfecwagV41CGKT8OruPwL8-Jdy5YCyxn2kSJhUw7L1vGLFS7H4Hh_5RmnkgV91A-2YCn4s0TYMY2dhQ1oMd9V67o1hiBpYYmLEJHc2tMz1wxA0s6lXWgs_5WDP8nVzv97csjEcR8" width="180" /></a></div><br />and Pink? Really?</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFJXvF9BTq893Q4jel0_53CHwJfuF0oIgfC8LXBrZaOUu_QBx29234ufwBMCTHoHiPmfxUT_LblpnyETi6PmrKRZdbkcbPGf9REJ_SInGQHnkAm9XOtLqa-4asm9c0Gw5H0hDiodz890qjy7i8aZbpd-xGmDn7ZwOenz7Jc5XeFX6SPUBa4JJE2z0Phd4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="3032" data-original-width="2274" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjFJXvF9BTq893Q4jel0_53CHwJfuF0oIgfC8LXBrZaOUu_QBx29234ufwBMCTHoHiPmfxUT_LblpnyETi6PmrKRZdbkcbPGf9REJ_SInGQHnkAm9XOtLqa-4asm9c0Gw5H0hDiodz890qjy7i8aZbpd-xGmDn7ZwOenz7Jc5XeFX6SPUBa4JJE2z0Phd4" width="180" /></a></div><br />But I guess in the year of Barbie...</div><div><br /></div><div>We all had a great Hallowe'en and tonight the temperature's going down to 39. Sunday the clocks fall back and we get an extra hour to do whatever we like. Winter isn't here yet but it's definitely coming.</div><div>So Bundle Up!</div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com287FJVGM5+H339.883981 -67.4922919-17.440388032438484 -137.8047919 90 2.8202081000000021tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-53684651527321998502023-10-26T20:27:00.000-04:002023-10-26T20:27:14.778-04:00Old Friends, Old Works, and a Few New Thoughts<p> I'm back from a wonderful visit to Chicago with Sam, Annye and Sunny,</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicALS0YWfff28R_GmDBCuuily8V5ZeWjnGo_dP7Ls036Ttg2UXZZmu-W4Nu1fSrUfHZqR8vbjswHZ6NVjFvPjfLoAySha4oolEe2mNmn5Cy0MqjO7m96q5SyEYMRsr5DYPpVLbW9BmMYgBIRkrv8DLEDC9Jb6nsrmvqr-LP6_1EpEGJwKxg7n-BWiDZIw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="938" data-original-width="1010" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEicALS0YWfff28R_GmDBCuuily8V5ZeWjnGo_dP7Ls036Ttg2UXZZmu-W4Nu1fSrUfHZqR8vbjswHZ6NVjFvPjfLoAySha4oolEe2mNmn5Cy0MqjO7m96q5SyEYMRsr5DYPpVLbW9BmMYgBIRkrv8DLEDC9Jb6nsrmvqr-LP6_1EpEGJwKxg7n-BWiDZIw" width="258" /></a></div><br />then on to Boulder, CO, <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZPDMePo9iGEc9cdWdUAdBwpYUtRmaeSwnC_hmHJ5gCoYW_8IxU1k_Gzv5ZAT7Y63KRjdmHf0emMaV-LE5anPdq66x-uIG5si025dE8Z4Q7n6x3Kq5kVxu5S1OwCSoP0O0Y8Qi5n-BmkhroOiAUsFlC31xY4qFHOYjZG3B4h8CjrjYCuCdMY6nNPXv7U/s2032/flatirons.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZPDMePo9iGEc9cdWdUAdBwpYUtRmaeSwnC_hmHJ5gCoYW_8IxU1k_Gzv5ZAT7Y63KRjdmHf0emMaV-LE5anPdq66x-uIG5si025dE8Z4Q7n6x3Kq5kVxu5S1OwCSoP0O0Y8Qi5n-BmkhroOiAUsFlC31xY4qFHOYjZG3B4h8CjrjYCuCdMY6nNPXv7U/s320/flatirons.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p>to celebrate the life of a dear friend, BettyVan Zandt, and re-connect with three buddies from my teaching days.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBUWFiJkJs2xV0w95qTIae8xigsyRiJxuXqFgz1XEDqLhdQOVMQ6j7Zrrh9CuiIASMy6MAlmxtDqnxicPjryy2n2sNSBmGHsx3Mb3JV4y7G2x7a-KqaYE_Di3Yu1exKD1E84zIpLY1cZv8oz1vtaHmHGiKMTLpejLszPeoR_b2GSWqtj3BLQLtmVrln8/s2244/DBL.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2244" data-original-width="2044" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBUWFiJkJs2xV0w95qTIae8xigsyRiJxuXqFgz1XEDqLhdQOVMQ6j7Zrrh9CuiIASMy6MAlmxtDqnxicPjryy2n2sNSBmGHsx3Mb3JV4y7G2x7a-KqaYE_Di3Yu1exKD1E84zIpLY1cZv8oz1vtaHmHGiKMTLpejLszPeoR_b2GSWqtj3BLQLtmVrln8/s320/DBL.JPG" width="291" /></a></div><br /><p>It was a beautiful tribute, planned by Betty's children and grandchildren, with talks by dear friends. I came away with a feeling I always get at funerals and memorial services, that is, "Gee, I wish I'd known that. I wish I'd spent more time with her." It's a reminder to keep reaching out and not to let time go by without contact--time goes fast enough! </p><p>Betty was--is--an inspiration. Once I heard someone ask her birthdate (July 3, 1924) and tried not to let my jaw drop--she was a year older than my Dad, but totally my contemporary. At her advanced age she was vigorous and steady on her feet and although her eyesight was failing, her vision was clear and her engagement with life was lively. Rest in Peace, Betty.</p><p>Now I'll celebrate one who's here now--my nephew Danny, who I told you about in June when he resigned as chief counsel to the Senate Judiciary Committee. You can view Senator Dick Durban's tribute on the Senate floor <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OHDCdLvKnKk">HERE</a></p><p>Danny hasn't been idle. In fact, all the time he was working away in Congress he and his daughter, Maya, were writing a book, which has been published! And it's wonderful!! </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06nddFEsguOMuSsmGnZcl1cdaKfC0vkhy4HMn8fhCbPGXdH7edGKl_LRcHJyW9fA1ebX4P2RBdZqEtI1Ao581jTV4d-eDWvg90JVi2Xyu2M66DxfdISStBYjiZ-Er8euKR8WeNHCQBJ6f85A4BG6HqFrI6cGia_Jq7-KvzlXuojw8aAUOZ296IostnPE/s1743/the%20Book%20Cook.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1743" data-original-width="1506" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh06nddFEsguOMuSsmGnZcl1cdaKfC0vkhy4HMn8fhCbPGXdH7edGKl_LRcHJyW9fA1ebX4P2RBdZqEtI1Ao581jTV4d-eDWvg90JVi2Xyu2M66DxfdISStBYjiZ-Er8euKR8WeNHCQBJ6f85A4BG6HqFrI6cGia_Jq7-KvzlXuojw8aAUOZ296IostnPE/s320/the%20Book%20Cook.JPG" width="276" /></a></div><br /><p><u><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-size: medium;">The Book Cook</span></u>, written by D.C. Swanson, illustrated by Clint Hansen, published by Baobab Books for Young Readers, is an absolute treat. This is not just a doting aunt speaking--I am truly impressed at the artistry shown here in both words and pictures. </p><p>It's a long poem, reminiscent of "The Night Before Christmas," about two children looking for a gift for their mom. As a mom I heartily endorse this theme. It's about making a Book! It's perfect for reading together and I can see it becoming a family tradition for the holidays. It's not a book you can take in at one reading, it requires some concentration and an investment of time. I'm sure you agree that's a good thing, right?</p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>And the illustrations! </i></span> I put a lot of detail in my own work so I have an idea of what this takes but I am in awe of Clint Hansen. He works in Scratch Art, a reductive medium--a white surface covered with black ink--you write with a stylus, taking away the ink so you write white lines. He has hidden all sorts of treats and surprises that reveal themselves upon close reading. Look at this basket! I really wish I were a better photographer because this is much sharper than I can manage. I googled The Book Cook and it's available on Amazon, Barnes&Noble and many other book sellers. Why not start your Christmas shopping early?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgggb_pnEwzMzgMHvLBshe9zSIZo5RJ3toTZei-BylvgeJcpq37kXyrdphPHtyuBv1QE-DlGC7Lldi-CvA5aSAGjy9uA9cRJ5WGrM2gtYwkcnMnRs7hjWG9fcQ2Cg0QlhOAFxxKPIdcnW6Y3jFGHg8x3vTpGkEHaWMgo4e3IV2Vblvy_0-AASBFx9ZzfA/s2032/BC%20basket.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgggb_pnEwzMzgMHvLBshe9zSIZo5RJ3toTZei-BylvgeJcpq37kXyrdphPHtyuBv1QE-DlGC7Lldi-CvA5aSAGjy9uA9cRJ5WGrM2gtYwkcnMnRs7hjWG9fcQ2Cg0QlhOAFxxKPIdcnW6Y3jFGHg8x3vTpGkEHaWMgo4e3IV2Vblvy_0-AASBFx9ZzfA/s320/BC%20basket.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>What about my own work? In the clean-up session I told you about last week I found several versions of the bird I put with the blue house here. This is almost finished--I just want to do something with those dark forms between the first and second floors--they're too dark. They stood out too much when they were gold and they're still not right but the only way to make them lighter is to paste new paper over them. Or maybe I'll make other parts of the house darker too, to balance it but I need the bird's beak to stand against a light background so it doesn't get lost, so I don't know. I'll work it out.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjskvLE9BsdGDp8jFTyWu0fQOBTMYfUD_XcqMX9CLNYBcpF-4Q_Zvbrjr2AR_CVqtRyA7F6dYVg1x8kHITsSLNoQX50aEjrvZWJ6-7T9ayfZEZAdTM2vEpdfY514uNiqL9bodtZMnRyXRvF97PplJxozMUAhBgXoer7qxIjQN_y0XK7BzAEWBIhO-mk04U" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1908" data-original-width="1520" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjskvLE9BsdGDp8jFTyWu0fQOBTMYfUD_XcqMX9CLNYBcpF-4Q_Zvbrjr2AR_CVqtRyA7F6dYVg1x8kHITsSLNoQX50aEjrvZWJ6-7T9ayfZEZAdTM2vEpdfY514uNiqL9bodtZMnRyXRvF97PplJxozMUAhBgXoer7qxIjQN_y0XK7BzAEWBIhO-mk04U" width="191" /></a></div><br /> I don't know exactly what this bird is called; I think I gave away the book I found him in. I love his big feet and bold stride. Maybe Yellowlegs? I'm going to name him Strider. If you know better I'd love to hear from you. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5jKFxbHJy1w4B8QmCFocccG9otm8aLAuGjV0ckPfgqCgkVGqovbLYfXEyzSsluemv77fDQB1Tf90Tl8_2FcZsMK8ej4dMuzHPafK3XQCGtxSaCeEQHw8fRsUNC5wC6Ci68ksSCFYOdZZMlE2uZmAfhX33a9Mv93s3JJ5jeougEgZl4VSdu0IQdNYlBY/s2032/3%20Striders.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1524" data-original-width="2032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5jKFxbHJy1w4B8QmCFocccG9otm8aLAuGjV0ckPfgqCgkVGqovbLYfXEyzSsluemv77fDQB1Tf90Tl8_2FcZsMK8ej4dMuzHPafK3XQCGtxSaCeEQHw8fRsUNC5wC6Ci68ksSCFYOdZZMlE2uZmAfhX33a9Mv93s3JJ5jeougEgZl4VSdu0IQdNYlBY/s320/3%20Striders.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqfwct6RIxiIbF9JRr7ONKkD_BD-xzRrx9ENYJWiPgkBlbcMxU5nAbMGsXP7EiEVlXqzdGtRB0-66-2ykoN-q-NT8p_1v6C_T8ypJw8f2yZ7Xv08iHSiULrjQvn2Q_pXMw62UjahbGu09GG9nvFZs5nEPwUcpFYeY4uJlM8fwdctyx-Xxd9IAoddEHQ0/s2032/strider,%20green%20house.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqfwct6RIxiIbF9JRr7ONKkD_BD-xzRrx9ENYJWiPgkBlbcMxU5nAbMGsXP7EiEVlXqzdGtRB0-66-2ykoN-q-NT8p_1v6C_T8ypJw8f2yZ7Xv08iHSiULrjQvn2Q_pXMw62UjahbGu09GG9nvFZs5nEPwUcpFYeY4uJlM8fwdctyx-Xxd9IAoddEHQ0/s320/strider,%20green%20house.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>I'm not crazy about the backgrounds here so I may cut them free and give them a new home. I'll keep you informed.<br /><p>Autumn is definitely here; we saw some gorgeous trees in Chicago and Boulder. I miss Vermont's maple trees but the Honey Locusts here are so beautiful I won't complain.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKMPf8KdLW9VxCao34G0GAl4bSW79zG33SluBNuXvE5miOHJTdyaKdgO926tn94RgujsZW4HgBFiztXn1RdvgoJoHANtXuT-y8zZBWzK5xK82UMQrk-gmG-zoMYG7AlOKyJar4W2w3F6k1o8j9iFcBju4vwSWpTKBb4Q-rHJtjgb7yBYJcA-JOe_dpuHk/s1400/Honey%20Locust.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1400" data-original-width="1125" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKMPf8KdLW9VxCao34G0GAl4bSW79zG33SluBNuXvE5miOHJTdyaKdgO926tn94RgujsZW4HgBFiztXn1RdvgoJoHANtXuT-y8zZBWzK5xK82UMQrk-gmG-zoMYG7AlOKyJar4W2w3F6k1o8j9iFcBju4vwSWpTKBb4Q-rHJtjgb7yBYJcA-JOe_dpuHk/s320/Honey%20Locust.JPG" width="257" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com187GC962H+VR40.3521793 -71.770487915.953181572669482 -106.9267379 64.751177027330527 -36.614237900000006tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-9845941648849335832023-10-20T05:00:00.030-04:002023-10-26T10:25:15.938-04:00Tidiness Saves Lives<p> You know what's a good way to get started again when you think you've hit a creative wall? Clean House! I tried that this week and I have a new lease on my creative life. You see, when I left my studio uptown I had to give up my large flat file and that was a serious sacrifice because I had no place to keep my large pieces; the only place was under the bed. That was a bad idea is SO many ways, so I eventually got our handyman, whose name is, appropriately, Angel, to build me a cabinet. This is not a perfect solution as the work has to stand up and sometimes it curls up at the bottom but it's an improvement over under the bed. </p><p>I took a few pieces out to let them flatten and had a eureka moment;</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3RiSygNX1xRfmdYZBiMAzyWRe_sA4scm-OL3tV8x4KbjvRSNHK2vyewDex4BtjLXvvYT9u66g2sAOj8eUUaIVVcp0TpQL3MN6Y0ohJ6I0sHpSi_0A1zPRKMCWXE-dAr6YCd7N0HtNxYbZqLEa1eXMOEJIAnbaqs3zhOw6lbJbJESPivz7Cj-9eXkutM/s2724/Blue%20House%20with%20Bird%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2724" data-original-width="2107" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3RiSygNX1xRfmdYZBiMAzyWRe_sA4scm-OL3tV8x4KbjvRSNHK2vyewDex4BtjLXvvYT9u66g2sAOj8eUUaIVVcp0TpQL3MN6Y0ohJ6I0sHpSi_0A1zPRKMCWXE-dAr6YCd7N0HtNxYbZqLEa1eXMOEJIAnbaqs3zhOw6lbJbJESPivz7Cj-9eXkutM/s320/Blue%20House%20with%20Bird%20copy.jpg" width="248" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Two separate pieces fell together! I love when this happens; it's just how my Pelican piece came together years ago! <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ggGKQuDMpuQrbJpWwkv79lxa8in2dUiVoXSs4apSdmQTgPUw28_utpWzyIii2VEUo7Sx8wyJF9iNXyc92YdGip-pB9FqjmF5kIP5Xz4mw5GMkQqCrTL_JPRSN_kR2Tgjk6DhAp2FTBkPUXJJrE02zTDDJAVJsQyq9eaw4yQvJrgkAy6jF3GXFYU8hQ8/s1890/The%20Pelican.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1890" data-original-width="1460" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ggGKQuDMpuQrbJpWwkv79lxa8in2dUiVoXSs4apSdmQTgPUw28_utpWzyIii2VEUo7Sx8wyJF9iNXyc92YdGip-pB9FqjmF5kIP5Xz4mw5GMkQqCrTL_JPRSN_kR2Tgjk6DhAp2FTBkPUXJJrE02zTDDJAVJsQyq9eaw4yQvJrgkAy6jF3GXFYU8hQ8/s320/The%20Pelican.png" width="247" /></a></div><br /><p>Shooting big pieces is not easy--I have to put them on the floor to get enough distance and then my studio assistant has to have a say. But he's very helpful and I think he has a good eye.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigu6urScWVoPGJquqvPYrMSomd-vzV21aAd5GAuPOsNRRqR6e8DYC7IhHGfN2QgJmrwNbBZbGvInsE4ymooIr91P74YnLQRdgvxp2J060rZW0vSarxIURcuXQZna9Dyt8w59haYiLXUlihkXtZQfZalCUoRg6MxQbtLRqlyp7hyjftZQwV1daJjepU9qw/s2032/Blue%20HOuse%20w:Russell.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigu6urScWVoPGJquqvPYrMSomd-vzV21aAd5GAuPOsNRRqR6e8DYC7IhHGfN2QgJmrwNbBZbGvInsE4ymooIr91P74YnLQRdgvxp2J060rZW0vSarxIURcuXQZna9Dyt8w59haYiLXUlihkXtZQfZalCUoRg6MxQbtLRqlyp7hyjftZQwV1daJjepU9qw/s320/Blue%20HOuse%20w:Russell.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Where did "Tidiness Saves Lives" come from? I had a friend who was obsessively neat and pretty defensive about it. To make her feel better I said, "You know, many serious household accidents occur because of things left about, like on a staircase, causing serious falls." and my friend said, "You see, we're talking about saving lives!" So, Tidiness Saves Lives. I won't argue with that but I don't go overboard. Tidiness has an ebb and flow in my life. I like it when my desk is clear but it has a way of getting messy that is not of my doing. Some of my possessions, like my reading glasses (and, being nearsighted I never needed them until recently--I used to take off my glasses to read and put them on to do sports but now I can't read without them which I find very annoying) and my phone have a way of walking off and the inks and water jars on my drawing table move relentlessly on their own to the right across the table until I'm hanging on for dear life at the edge and then I say it's time to tidy up. </p><p>I was so excited about the new ideas that sprang up from my cleaning spree that I ordered new paper from Blick, and it came in a huge box that will come in handy for transporting my new work. Stay tuned.</p><p>Now I'm off to Chicago to visit Sam, Annye and Sunny, and then on to Boulder, CO, to a memorial for my dear friend, Betty Van Zandt, the one who introduced me to Robertson Davies, and a reunion with my pals from my teaching days, so I'm writing on Wednesday but you'll get it Friday morning as usual.</p><p>Have a great weekend--maybe it won't rain?</p><p><br /></p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com187G88H3F+3340.3026478 -73.427333911.595879390517641 -108.5835839 69.009416209482367 -38.271083899999994tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-61366732979827911332023-10-12T22:24:00.000-04:002023-10-12T22:24:55.550-04:00<p> I saw a terrific show this week, with work by my friend, Gwyneth Leech, one of the most generous and inspiring artists I know. She was working in her midtown studio, enjoying the light and the long sky view from her window when she looked down and saw a construction site where there had been a low rise building. She knew that meant the end of her beautiful view. What did she do? She started painting what she saw--the construction site, and painted the building as it rose. That was quite a few years ago and she's still painting the buildings that spring up all over town. She sets her easel on the street and so has attracted the attention of a whole new audience for art-contractors and construction workers.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijf04DzqrnZb6LVs-51eIA459tuj0BNIbnojO9TiMJR7N8q0JGsM-RLrM4w2cmEZJUm3dtPFLZsDeKntIWLJlHD1sZQsQ7x-03MYXBp_3qz2WBcGn2NkTP8EALtfIgrcNFsYwFrB3fF6pibJvj_ooMMgcq71l_aU2mCtMG9xytKZtSSNWhyphenhyphen787Sweu4vs/s446/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-12%20at%209.45.45%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="380" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijf04DzqrnZb6LVs-51eIA459tuj0BNIbnojO9TiMJR7N8q0JGsM-RLrM4w2cmEZJUm3dtPFLZsDeKntIWLJlHD1sZQsQ7x-03MYXBp_3qz2WBcGn2NkTP8EALtfIgrcNFsYwFrB3fF6pibJvj_ooMMgcq71l_aU2mCtMG9xytKZtSSNWhyphenhyphen787Sweu4vs/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-12%20at%209.45.45%20AM.png" width="273" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eeQykOARpqumKfmYj6xpEQTb9kch5o2gQY1zG1_w8Xg4cGmuD-RR2nDDcA_9AHDI9kbu0LfutaFw6isfWWHbu9tq42297XeFm9jGJyo5Odq3VJvW6rzYKEj1QipuZT3YGcLRIy8uuv2bL2ib_Tvy20DusGE-wYplupLzLSPFyTShJlftIMiFnLI-yL8/s448/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-12%20at%209.45.59%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="222" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3eeQykOARpqumKfmYj6xpEQTb9kch5o2gQY1zG1_w8Xg4cGmuD-RR2nDDcA_9AHDI9kbu0LfutaFw6isfWWHbu9tq42297XeFm9jGJyo5Odq3VJvW6rzYKEj1QipuZT3YGcLRIy8uuv2bL2ib_Tvy20DusGE-wYplupLzLSPFyTShJlftIMiFnLI-yL8/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-12%20at%209.45.59%20AM.png" width="159" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMETbbM5DGQgn0Vki6GCL9jOKI6J42Dn3dFOesW-PGxPIPbTxY87jYSsnZCvvYwgSyN3zZKHHDuv-ejCuYg-mAsRVc-hEjMdvyOnZRcMgN2HsZuAf-9nOjJdKDo7VZSBmBbbP3gh0QA4syOI5mdABgXiE-ofMYUxCTm-HAOtHmMywup5EOTOdNEFYcyE/s2032/GL%20.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1524" data-original-width="2032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMETbbM5DGQgn0Vki6GCL9jOKI6J42Dn3dFOesW-PGxPIPbTxY87jYSsnZCvvYwgSyN3zZKHHDuv-ejCuYg-mAsRVc-hEjMdvyOnZRcMgN2HsZuAf-9nOjJdKDo7VZSBmBbbP3gh0QA4syOI5mdABgXiE-ofMYUxCTm-HAOtHmMywup5EOTOdNEFYcyE/s320/GL%20.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuXbdO_Ddg5Tq_OGXoFxRFzLVQ0JAK9vyEqXtZlYAm4gQK9IrT1gEob7KBWDwJnzmtThZuVJKJnrZf_xmpJvDVETiIOzYEOyigr7JRZ9EYY9cnAh2xDzD9Y-zogfWDHi5t79RZ-X50Eka_1jFk9dh47A8jaVl_bJ2RZ1xrXrwiXS-9BuYtKWg4BIaef8/s1623/GL%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1623" data-original-width="1375" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVuXbdO_Ddg5Tq_OGXoFxRFzLVQ0JAK9vyEqXtZlYAm4gQK9IrT1gEob7KBWDwJnzmtThZuVJKJnrZf_xmpJvDVETiIOzYEOyigr7JRZ9EYY9cnAh2xDzD9Y-zogfWDHi5t79RZ-X50Eka_1jFk9dh47A8jaVl_bJ2RZ1xrXrwiXS-9BuYtKWg4BIaef8/s320/GL%201.JPG" width="271" /></a></div><br /><p>You can see her work at <a href="https://www.gwynethleech.com">GwynethLeech</a>. Better yet, go see this show!</p><div style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span dir="auto"> City Light, </span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;">a three-person exhibition of urban landscape paintings </div><span dir="auto"><div style="text-align: center;">by Gwyneth Leech, Valeri Larko and Pamela Tales, curated by Jennifer Roberts. </div></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span dir="auto"><span style="background-color: white; text-align: start;">at the Galleries of the Interchurch Center</span></span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span dir="auto">61 Claremont Avenue, Manhattan. </span></div><div style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span dir="auto">It will be there until November 2</span></div><p>This is not the first time Gwyneth's art has taken a sharp turn with amazing results; about ten years ago she noticed that the cup her morning coffee came in was made of clean white cardboard and, like any artist who sees a white space as an invitation, she got to work. Every day she decorated her empty cup and saved it, eventually making an installation.</p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5SiUZM99SuxwjyHqPDluNkbxU-7mqoAJuhdghp7PZAug91JiQRGXAsVk0RAGbWU0rfmkG2n8R8o31Hq9kGiUxz8x1TaJvZioC7v3K9HlD6kThtSLrQNgWQIpTeIXmzuKSMeZPAuJvgEpmNRNnxTv3_WP2Qqn7JBvh4H_WGjIlp-YkhPtXQlM7GxEfWc/s438/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-12%20at%209.35.34%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="344" data-original-width="438" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5SiUZM99SuxwjyHqPDluNkbxU-7mqoAJuhdghp7PZAug91JiQRGXAsVk0RAGbWU0rfmkG2n8R8o31Hq9kGiUxz8x1TaJvZioC7v3K9HlD6kThtSLrQNgWQIpTeIXmzuKSMeZPAuJvgEpmNRNnxTv3_WP2Qqn7JBvh4H_WGjIlp-YkhPtXQlM7GxEfWc/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-12%20at%209.35.34%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>She's making art and saving the earth--raising awareness and spreading the joy of up-cycling. </p><p>Read about that in Boston Magazine <a href="https://www.bostonmagazine.com/arts-entertainment/2013/11/22/photos-cambridge-anthropologie-gwyneth-leech-drawing-paper-cups/">Gwyneth Leech Draws on Coffee Cups</a>, but here's a quote;</p><p><em style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: center;">“I’m interested in where ideas come from,” says Leech. “That’s something that really engages me as an artist—thinking about that moment when a new gesture, a new idea, a new form starts to take place. For me, it’s been on a coffee cup for a few years.”</em></p><p><span style="box-sizing: inherit; font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center;">That was then, now it's buildings and construction. I can't wait to see what strikes Gwyneth next.</span></p><p>It's nice when you can admire the work and the artist. I've been working on a copy of this; Audubon's Reddish Egret, admiring his skill while regretting that I know he enslaved people. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjIWnbERZTopMsVmmcWBP3QPVdbhekL9-8hxn9-QIp2ccWMCNdk9q94lo43FaGu1thsFoA1jnL3M5xknYMKY6KU5GzFC61ApbbPZNEN5du16JJpMTY0c0sFxjM5eTknJE2qu1UuLK0_n8AdPGgnbfgEgFQf7rdr6HkscsPIj28BufhVdqcazgL3JbSLw/s840/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-04%20at%205.57.08%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="840" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjIWnbERZTopMsVmmcWBP3QPVdbhekL9-8hxn9-QIp2ccWMCNdk9q94lo43FaGu1thsFoA1jnL3M5xknYMKY6KU5GzFC61ApbbPZNEN5du16JJpMTY0c0sFxjM5eTknJE2qu1UuLK0_n8AdPGgnbfgEgFQf7rdr6HkscsPIj28BufhVdqcazgL3JbSLw/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-10-04%20at%205.57.08%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Why am I copying, instead of making my own image? Well, there aren't a lot of egrets in the West Village. Also, I'm feeling a little burned by my last fantasy; it just didn't work, so I'm playing it safe for a moment.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINZ67_S0TnNUA-kwpMDtuo_TrWPrmlC0A8G1rZ_7RKh1I-_i8CI9_bIqiYE-6jMNhM-urlUqIVfe5c-9Reovgts4dRTHmIYjMe3HOvieCeRAcqzw-i2Vr4pWpvG1EMRXoXo-W1O6bVL_V9pYLoH68KYro3BYUQf7-MoRZKwqgF58M-wLX5Vr-uSQevag/s2032/Reddish%20Egret%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjINZ67_S0TnNUA-kwpMDtuo_TrWPrmlC0A8G1rZ_7RKh1I-_i8CI9_bIqiYE-6jMNhM-urlUqIVfe5c-9Reovgts4dRTHmIYjMe3HOvieCeRAcqzw-i2Vr4pWpvG1EMRXoXo-W1O6bVL_V9pYLoH68KYro3BYUQf7-MoRZKwqgF58M-wLX5Vr-uSQevag/s320/Reddish%20Egret%201.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0rmqQHIRXR3VhW4prV6s3mcywQTITzRvOHSz6gHhvfXZQAPJ8K-jIiG4ELSb1N9MPSgGBRlGUPExj-7ojtMfA5bm9T6GdT_MaxK6eDwUZ6iA7EOwvfSpzYRjqhCzZ85mjDMKeBVzs8C4MPuHqiGP4qlUN9egGrpO1GWSHCjqqFWCrmvo6-OR3ZFlZMU/s2032/Reddish%20Egret%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0rmqQHIRXR3VhW4prV6s3mcywQTITzRvOHSz6gHhvfXZQAPJ8K-jIiG4ELSb1N9MPSgGBRlGUPExj-7ojtMfA5bm9T6GdT_MaxK6eDwUZ6iA7EOwvfSpzYRjqhCzZ85mjDMKeBVzs8C4MPuHqiGP4qlUN9egGrpO1GWSHCjqqFWCrmvo6-OR3ZFlZMU/s320/Reddish%20Egret%202.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzr1q66Fe-SJjMARD0_139azBQcb2o6LHSF4ZXuuAp4YWS1eII-EVqiJe1wRRpXLsL6SrbXs4lyJ2360cTX1W2Sct0mbs5xZ-BVxkj9IEpX4qx5F19SO509TTvlEzOJjBhGFTwbJx6k1JPdbi0qcKfbPYaxD4XskTuXtS5s9twuIkYSpOvff7i7Nm2lwQ/s2032/Reddish%20Egret%203.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzr1q66Fe-SJjMARD0_139azBQcb2o6LHSF4ZXuuAp4YWS1eII-EVqiJe1wRRpXLsL6SrbXs4lyJ2360cTX1W2Sct0mbs5xZ-BVxkj9IEpX4qx5F19SO509TTvlEzOJjBhGFTwbJx6k1JPdbi0qcKfbPYaxD4XskTuXtS5s9twuIkYSpOvff7i7Nm2lwQ/s320/Reddish%20Egret%203.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>I'm using much more water-y watercolor than I usually do--it's fun but it makes me nervous. Almost done here, I just need more foliage and a blue sky. Yes, this is a copy but I'm not trying to fool anybody--I don't think I'll be accused of forgery, do you?</p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com0J2Q2+8G Chatham, MA, USA41.6383156 -69.99864850000001614.723905008369243 -105.15489850000002 68.552726191630754 -34.842398500000016tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-8491636100885613622023-10-05T22:15:00.001-04:002023-10-05T22:15:33.294-04:00A New Year's Resolution<p>I've been feeling a little doldrum-y lately with a drawing that is just not working. I reminded myself that I haven't been doing my morning pages, that is, as advised by Julia Cameron in her 1992 book, <u>The Artists Way</u>, to write three pages, every morning, before I do anything else. I've been doing that faithfully for years and it pays off, in clarity of mind and the ideas that come readily. So why have I stopped?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7R3YSsNuurUbsrERFSo_DpW4eppcSv2JQxtVWcZYeyQi4jE4DY7ksuU_HKxJ2LvjXk3gQLjyIhlRYI3CJowNlwC2TdFLy4pPD-l0DRKya4_hySW7NpGMZhSy-FEpn2JKcXsDJQItIlL49GaoFMIsnB2nV0kWGC_f5xnGSpwiSDd5bfjtGfRTMkLfNZ8/s2032/Russell%20and%20foot.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7R3YSsNuurUbsrERFSo_DpW4eppcSv2JQxtVWcZYeyQi4jE4DY7ksuU_HKxJ2LvjXk3gQLjyIhlRYI3CJowNlwC2TdFLy4pPD-l0DRKya4_hySW7NpGMZhSy-FEpn2JKcXsDJQItIlL49GaoFMIsnB2nV0kWGC_f5xnGSpwiSDd5bfjtGfRTMkLfNZ8/s320/Russell%20and%20foot.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Russell needs an early walk. But he's growing up and learning his manners and it's time to get back into my routine and so I resolve, as a late New Year resolution to get back to the pages. You heard it here--I promise. </p><p>I've started a new drawing, calling on Audubon for inspiration. Yes, I know, we're not speaking his name because he owned slaves, but it's the old dilemma. Can you love the work while disapproving of the artist?</p><p>One thing I don't give up even in the doldrums is making collages in my appointment book. Here are some of my latest.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU09mQXDr9vfVy3R-Xp_DRdNUOv61LJtJjKTEm5ZHLYk-uetjs8A3mcxbnhAamTEPXPsfORXVpcYaRzmiyYXR_bUYn6kfqCFZS8ibOCnkCrdgwaP6lFpUMGvAZ9nstCWpsR8hNbG46FpLmvxknfdEe-yCIZkKq_1JclZ_cgqWCH4DAaRVcjtg_NxDM5s/s2032/books,%20house%20and%20finger.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuU09mQXDr9vfVy3R-Xp_DRdNUOv61LJtJjKTEm5ZHLYk-uetjs8A3mcxbnhAamTEPXPsfORXVpcYaRzmiyYXR_bUYn6kfqCFZS8ibOCnkCrdgwaP6lFpUMGvAZ9nstCWpsR8hNbG46FpLmvxknfdEe-yCIZkKq_1JclZ_cgqWCH4DAaRVcjtg_NxDM5s/s320/books,%20house%20and%20finger.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW75XJ8Q9W1RuVtAlJE91tmhQkxs-3I06YjPF91b6XKGZXnqiONXl8yXAa3uO2ren_YtUKlynUeOH36Pt1Pf6Wlp3saVSkB-LDxvXQG7_Gi4fLt9bUYcsIDrLQ7DbDUjcSPs1SDKjanJi-vE-H35liQydc0zqdCugoALa6mHr30i1opqoB0xd9cnLCfNg/s1715/Pelican%20in%20the%20Bayou.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1715" data-original-width="1502" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW75XJ8Q9W1RuVtAlJE91tmhQkxs-3I06YjPF91b6XKGZXnqiONXl8yXAa3uO2ren_YtUKlynUeOH36Pt1Pf6Wlp3saVSkB-LDxvXQG7_Gi4fLt9bUYcsIDrLQ7DbDUjcSPs1SDKjanJi-vE-H35liQydc0zqdCugoALa6mHr30i1opqoB0xd9cnLCfNg/s320/Pelican%20in%20the%20Bayou.JPG" width="280" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8GGuixA-Zi-synr9UhulNtw66UwMUU4aJl4q6Poo6Rc7USTs54hBwY3KjP3gIUqh4YlbqeK-Cnz4t6QMCrPMSyItFlGYwWdOsyPKsnDH0ReBpKM84Qw0RtIiUGFy4KFLp0xonPIRka3XovQ08Bndh3Q4rPz0GYYh33yEYJj6dKl-HuUi8g44FMBVwPw/s2032/Giraffes%20in%20the%20parlor.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1524" data-original-width="2032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8GGuixA-Zi-synr9UhulNtw66UwMUU4aJl4q6Poo6Rc7USTs54hBwY3KjP3gIUqh4YlbqeK-Cnz4t6QMCrPMSyItFlGYwWdOsyPKsnDH0ReBpKM84Qw0RtIiUGFy4KFLp0xonPIRka3XovQ08Bndh3Q4rPz0GYYh33yEYJj6dKl-HuUi8g44FMBVwPw/s320/Giraffes%20in%20the%20parlor.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I can tell we're getting to the end of the year because my book is filling up. It's almost time to order a new one and start over again.<div><br /></div><div>Coming up on yet another rainy Saturday, as the forecast says, I just have to feel grateful for how lush the lawns and gardens in my neighborhood are looking. Pretty soon my favorite trees, the honey locusts will turn golden. I'll write about it in my morning pages and then take Russell to take a look.<br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com087GCXGV8+5X40.992936100000009 -71.482559414.761305339488032 -106.6388094 67.224566860511985 -36.3263094tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-75599565183306066912023-09-28T22:51:00.003-04:002023-09-28T22:51:51.806-04:00What's Next?<p> I'm afraid my current drawing is just not looking good or promising or even intriguing. Arthur said last week, "It's not supposed to be easy," but I'm not so sure. Sometimes a struggle can be enlightening but then again, it's nice when things seem to flow. Actually, this looks better than I had thought.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrlr26uluvquVebVk86iyJ9En7OtW2vHxopKXhVO1jvwOwto9yrNm9IR_pwVuX1lA8XU8IxGjD9SaoMh0ZQKIs4D2ybA82jYNI32oHJRa4vDf2HNuAgGcp9zOwPTZqucZFQhZ09rLQ6WeGg2Zv10QPNWTTgHIq_2VR_86uzZHO6dAs9iGRaqBZAL3CiE/s2032/New%20Pagoda%205%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmrlr26uluvquVebVk86iyJ9En7OtW2vHxopKXhVO1jvwOwto9yrNm9IR_pwVuX1lA8XU8IxGjD9SaoMh0ZQKIs4D2ybA82jYNI32oHJRa4vDf2HNuAgGcp9zOwPTZqucZFQhZ09rLQ6WeGg2Zv10QPNWTTgHIq_2VR_86uzZHO6dAs9iGRaqBZAL3CiE/s320/New%20Pagoda%205%20copy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Here's the next phase. Maybe it's not that bad.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DYx4rXVyaG46ef_INXx_Z2kqkQPW0Bx1Rre2LFtz6YUINjDDXMjBrbVv8stnSFEN60PlezKaHCwqfplzYCrUEAdBAfKM5Y4vHu5LJz9bL84zXXvb2Xp9c7tg2t5BMKCXK6O5bhTXgHwKPVF-QsiNFgQo2HuRpbQY3m5I65PtBhPxDQVUN8eoE2q_ZbI/s1824/New%20Pagoda%206%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1824" data-original-width="1418" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DYx4rXVyaG46ef_INXx_Z2kqkQPW0Bx1Rre2LFtz6YUINjDDXMjBrbVv8stnSFEN60PlezKaHCwqfplzYCrUEAdBAfKM5Y4vHu5LJz9bL84zXXvb2Xp9c7tg2t5BMKCXK6O5bhTXgHwKPVF-QsiNFgQo2HuRpbQY3m5I65PtBhPxDQVUN8eoE2q_ZbI/s320/New%20Pagoda%206%20copy.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><br /><p>You know what? I've been feeling discouraged, as you may have observed but seeing these shots makes me feel a little better. I'm going to keep on keeping on.</p><p>I'm writing this Thursday morning, to post it tonight so it will be in your inbox first thing tomorrow. Our son, Sam, and his wife, Annye, are visiting, and later we're going to the Met to see Manet/Degas. We'll take the C train to 86th St and walk across the park. I bet I see something really inspiring to share with you.</p><p>Later in the Day</p><p>Well, I feel much better now. A nice walk across the Park...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjj2s2xuVxWcRGA0l6BD1qeNkAC4H2nxr5nIzOOcc_XVP3UgT5W3mMnmf8zdiXBDZfh1mOm0ce0wQlQijEdJySVPLAWXuQ-BEJOEwBU79TRj538XSyX6QrhNd3RqnVY80uz0M2IrLhBa46xmxbWfX127Tc95SWwgu4f1tmpBwSkksGFc1ASh6TA4iPTw/s580/Central%20Park%20Walk.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="580" height="260" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhjj2s2xuVxWcRGA0l6BD1qeNkAC4H2nxr5nIzOOcc_XVP3UgT5W3mMnmf8zdiXBDZfh1mOm0ce0wQlQijEdJySVPLAWXuQ-BEJOEwBU79TRj538XSyX6QrhNd3RqnVY80uz0M2IrLhBa46xmxbWfX127Tc95SWwgu4f1tmpBwSkksGFc1ASh6TA4iPTw/s320/Central%20Park%20Walk.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>And then the Met. Manet and Degas. I never think about those two together but they certainly thought about each other.</p><p>the is Manet by Degas.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNaudyRvmeR-B2lCiIYNHgoHpNkrjZhSFnRhflxSLtdRr9dE5kao63fiFxoCtErrzIIltEasL1uXcjr5Ng8F-VlYgAFWXAsspyTGRZHTalDGPIpUyE9M7jU-juQ9auho06-gx9fdqLD1ExeaLFi_LOvxOHmhID9Coyjd1Eb0hYH8dLu6dD_MBK4qBEuE/s1665/Manet%20by%20Degas.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1665" data-original-width="1324" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNaudyRvmeR-B2lCiIYNHgoHpNkrjZhSFnRhflxSLtdRr9dE5kao63fiFxoCtErrzIIltEasL1uXcjr5Ng8F-VlYgAFWXAsspyTGRZHTalDGPIpUyE9M7jU-juQ9auho06-gx9fdqLD1ExeaLFi_LOvxOHmhID9Coyjd1Eb0hYH8dLu6dD_MBK4qBEuE/s320/Manet%20by%20Degas.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><br /><p>And I love this hat. This reminds me of the song from Sunday in the Park with George--"Finishing the Hat". When I heard it I thought--he (Stephen Sondheim) knows exactly what it's like to paint! Or write, or compose or anything, I guess.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5AffSgJ8Yx0JvW6F1fR-zzBGAWO1Q-PCwjah59KrjMdk6v_qDmf82ccYsd9HlGa4e8k-v63wJdt44ZfljGbUqomI8RmZsklmSFCiyvJZZtqaimauCMZZMMHv0x9AOUcfTXd8kLd55-6KNiXV8MQTVyxqtN-VozEw_qtOTFjJ1XMT_oYpFnK3W1V5v3g8/s2049/the%20Hat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2049" data-original-width="1671" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5AffSgJ8Yx0JvW6F1fR-zzBGAWO1Q-PCwjah59KrjMdk6v_qDmf82ccYsd9HlGa4e8k-v63wJdt44ZfljGbUqomI8RmZsklmSFCiyvJZZtqaimauCMZZMMHv0x9AOUcfTXd8kLd55-6KNiXV8MQTVyxqtN-VozEw_qtOTFjJ1XMT_oYpFnK3W1V5v3g8/s320/the%20Hat.JPG" width="261" /></a></div><br /><p>I'm not sure which of the boys did this and I don't love it but I took it because I want to remember that red-orange and blue.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj637VAV9JgMP_Yl6BIW6QfrkQB4cL_wuLwLHUk_1FVXyw8P7ec4r-PgPeSnIorqL6C9vQ8gbe-5P2jB3FyYQIZUBaquxpatS7I6CKyYlPijRIO_Fd-dns1r_HQoA2SJGkdD_8Q_3iGQ-8KxqYcsRBCelasM0j2vMhDz1CY7D4s7iNKJy-xA4Zbe58M9JU/s2415/red%20and%20blue.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2415" data-original-width="1912" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj637VAV9JgMP_Yl6BIW6QfrkQB4cL_wuLwLHUk_1FVXyw8P7ec4r-PgPeSnIorqL6C9vQ8gbe-5P2jB3FyYQIZUBaquxpatS7I6CKyYlPijRIO_Fd-dns1r_HQoA2SJGkdD_8Q_3iGQ-8KxqYcsRBCelasM0j2vMhDz1CY7D4s7iNKJy-xA4Zbe58M9JU/s320/red%20and%20blue.JPG" width="253" /></a></div><p>Manet's "Boating". I so love his blues.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_yPumOiqRtVt2nQDJ8nSZEstq0r3MXRk2gvB1HtvmgcFqaH38d_JdmbytRD4ChKBoh5MDA-PRrBeJufuXO9v7-hKGPnI0v7RTb7VDibDRv4JkGkNUd8d119oufv5E2Y-AfBJgLGa2Redtr-OVEhraqdYRa9ZUuAiz_lVhEsrthL167zC-SqD3rX-8B0/s2383/Boating.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1774" data-original-width="2383" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR_yPumOiqRtVt2nQDJ8nSZEstq0r3MXRk2gvB1HtvmgcFqaH38d_JdmbytRD4ChKBoh5MDA-PRrBeJufuXO9v7-hKGPnI0v7RTb7VDibDRv4JkGkNUd8d119oufv5E2Y-AfBJgLGa2Redtr-OVEhraqdYRa9ZUuAiz_lVhEsrthL167zC-SqD3rX-8B0/s320/Boating.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>The Horse Races! This is Degas for me.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-FdwefUtawihq4Zgnia32nCiE8JPG4PiZg1ZnDXed27dtIn9ZhMg-wFCmasquU_JIThBENHomfILftcHxx4CuLiz3cJ80oaC3ZsIeJIFss92H6zswyoO08SJEFpHATQCL-3f5OxzBVmkDr40j_Y1_JOCGHgfcsrdZEyhnBx3KQi4RvX5Y1HS4l4sV6E/s2032/at%20the%20Races.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1524" data-original-width="2032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq-FdwefUtawihq4Zgnia32nCiE8JPG4PiZg1ZnDXed27dtIn9ZhMg-wFCmasquU_JIThBENHomfILftcHxx4CuLiz3cJ80oaC3ZsIeJIFss92H6zswyoO08SJEFpHATQCL-3f5OxzBVmkDr40j_Y1_JOCGHgfcsrdZEyhnBx3KQi4RvX5Y1HS4l4sV6E/s320/at%20the%20Races.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>This composition with the carriage almost out of the canvas was part of my first lesson in Impressionism--the fleeting glance.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuIaJryWXpsihbG_j1P4JamIA_f5Y7n-QRZaODMSadP5MbRZKePGELNzH1IiDHodyR91v470fgM0Cape_pycwccvggL9YsM9Gp9qsUbkUrI9Zv3Z5CbYURgHtEF8aSWz2SKsitt7ObmJwTstpTqyFiEu2iA12ZQd_-gwgdi0LwIBPZ13VraI6tICqd5I/s2032/more%20Races.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1524" data-original-width="2032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEuIaJryWXpsihbG_j1P4JamIA_f5Y7n-QRZaODMSadP5MbRZKePGELNzH1IiDHodyR91v470fgM0Cape_pycwccvggL9YsM9Gp9qsUbkUrI9Zv3Z5CbYURgHtEF8aSWz2SKsitt7ObmJwTstpTqyFiEu2iA12ZQd_-gwgdi0LwIBPZ13VraI6tICqd5I/s320/more%20Races.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Those elegant horses!</p><p> Sam loved...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWjXJDEHUtDUaZdgbTcdEAuvNJg2w5gSgvnFfunK0f42PMLzFDQkjza05Flj9rFNgREvuXUzS4NQcetMcZWRXd-DpqHm7RlSSa9gwG01Wpc6nbEdD99Kw4FwEaDCO9hxfhyD7-MLql-_Bi4n50Je8ZOD7G6o5MznPRfSlr712IBE_4a_uGjS1lGtx4Rk/s862/the%20Kearsage%20and%20the%20Alabama.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="862" data-original-width="838" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXWjXJDEHUtDUaZdgbTcdEAuvNJg2w5gSgvnFfunK0f42PMLzFDQkjza05Flj9rFNgREvuXUzS4NQcetMcZWRXd-DpqHm7RlSSa9gwG01Wpc6nbEdD99Kw4FwEaDCO9hxfhyD7-MLql-_Bi4n50Je8ZOD7G6o5MznPRfSlr712IBE_4a_uGjS1lGtx4Rk/s320/the%20Kearsage%20and%20the%20Alabama.png" width="311" /></a></div><br /><p>According to Wikipedia, </p><p><i style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><b>The Battle of the Kearsarge and the Alabama</b></i><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> is an 1864 oil painting by </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89douard_Manet" style="background-image: none; color: #795cb2; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none; word-wrap: break-word;" title="Édouard Manet">Édouard Manet</a><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">. The painting commemorates the </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Cherbourg_(1864)" style="background-image: none; color: #795cb2; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none; word-wrap: break-word;" title="Battle of Cherbourg (1864)">Battle of Cherbourg</a><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> of 1864, a naval engagement of the </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Civil_War" style="background-image: none; color: #795cb2; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none; word-wrap: break-word;" title="American Civil War">American Civil War</a><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> between the Union cruiser </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Kearsarge_(1861)" style="background-image: none; color: #795cb2; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none; word-wrap: break-word;" title="USS Kearsarge (1861)">USS <i>Kearsarge</i></a><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> and the Confederate raider </span><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CSS_Alabama" style="background-image: none; color: #795cb2; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-decoration: none; word-wrap: break-word;" title="CSS Alabama">CSS <i>Alabama</i></a><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">. Many spectators were able to see the battle from the coast of France and saw the USS </span><i style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Kearsarge</i><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> sink the CSS </span><i style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Alabama</i><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">. Not having witnessed the battle himself, Manet relied on press descriptions of the battle to document his work.</span><sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-2" style="caret-color: rgb(32, 33, 34); color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1; unicode-bidi: isolate; white-space: nowrap;"></sup></p><p>A civil war sea battle took place off the coast of France? Who knew? Manet, who had considered joining the navy, sympathized with the Union and Degas, whose brothers were cotton brokers, rooted for the Rebels. The New York Times had a big article on this show and here's the link:<a href="https://www.nytimes.com/2023/09/21/arts/design/manet-degas-met-museum.html" target="_blank">Manet/Degas NY Times</a></p><p>It's been a great day, and it just goes to show--when things look gray--take a walk and look at beautiful interesting stuff! It's amazing how quickly thing brighten up. </p><p>And I came home to find the Central Park Conservancy calendar in my mailbox! this is the page for October.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemhQgRFnoJeLU8gSvFhg9__B08x28Q9NsVkx-pGkUIUJZb6IutAtXslEEWlcWM3LsMXltDraWIoEqaEOKly4_sDzW489neTiAL5Iq4a2LOzeurpz0UXl36Q0v2iEPoUScSUWmM1TqtlPrNb-howQKesEh1JdSAmFgCRdJcE0s8hkydK9LdvoI6tZCTCw/s581/October.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="468" data-original-width="581" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemhQgRFnoJeLU8gSvFhg9__B08x28Q9NsVkx-pGkUIUJZb6IutAtXslEEWlcWM3LsMXltDraWIoEqaEOKly4_sDzW489neTiAL5Iq4a2LOzeurpz0UXl36Q0v2iEPoUScSUWmM1TqtlPrNb-howQKesEh1JdSAmFgCRdJcE0s8hkydK9LdvoI6tZCTCw/s320/October.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6TFvy3T8ruxRVeEQspbDh-7ba023Lfa3iCGxVQO8LB0oNi0dwZtDZ5rSqOP7FTgQM03Pzr_zV_4HG81EFnHDgNAC9M1aAPDvNj6xaUIVxizguYTSopf6fPS7YCDFEkwGkE3gkoSAvr9xjRn1297qkSWMJRjpxzffuay6QdsOurHXWwE_CtXEwlVVeE0/s4032/Me%20and%20Sam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6TFvy3T8ruxRVeEQspbDh-7ba023Lfa3iCGxVQO8LB0oNi0dwZtDZ5rSqOP7FTgQM03Pzr_zV_4HG81EFnHDgNAC9M1aAPDvNj6xaUIVxizguYTSopf6fPS7YCDFEkwGkE3gkoSAvr9xjRn1297qkSWMJRjpxzffuay6QdsOurHXWwE_CtXEwlVVeE0/s320/Me%20and%20Sam.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>With my boy at the Met.</p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-43520966377200286062023-09-21T21:09:00.001-04:002023-09-21T21:09:13.280-04:00the Seed<p> I've decided to celebrate the fifth anniversary of my blog by just keeping at it. I'm working on a new drawing that's giving me trouble. When I told Arthur that it was not coming easily he said, "Good. It's not supposed to be easy." Hmph. </p><p>Here it is--my New Pagoda </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRDleTjSciO6oV_VJALc4_rh3TCPJysw5aRq2OubKnrXeJIC860R4NgIgMeJJKLKMQqk91zsaQYmNkJIzkdL-kATGvQayRtnODuR6qyJw4Clcppu9xCz-QrBsg_BtBeE0ayzfo5Fw8OO2y3eAgiHRpHrjJ4P59-2hTRarZQZnmbwM2oSvUuwoIT_Kj5I/s2032/New%20Pagoda%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRDleTjSciO6oV_VJALc4_rh3TCPJysw5aRq2OubKnrXeJIC860R4NgIgMeJJKLKMQqk91zsaQYmNkJIzkdL-kATGvQayRtnODuR6qyJw4Clcppu9xCz-QrBsg_BtBeE0ayzfo5Fw8OO2y3eAgiHRpHrjJ4P59-2hTRarZQZnmbwM2oSvUuwoIT_Kj5I/s320/New%20Pagoda%201.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />in progress.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjh5D3KANRnfpx_zOsUJyL9lamFIWzs3tq-Nd_d_0CsRfpkA_faSoWlzygdR3-Vkk5L6k5D_5LyYLZ9SUsodmaqQQBYmQrA_Wwd3tzFsCxluYSUJeXu5Rpqwne-cJsLpsCDnHB1sR2ZeRLWQmDPXVRDE4ow1m1E6rMIwVNOrCkI-ESbPbtRtTcIeO3RE/s2032/New%20Pagoda%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjh5D3KANRnfpx_zOsUJyL9lamFIWzs3tq-Nd_d_0CsRfpkA_faSoWlzygdR3-Vkk5L6k5D_5LyYLZ9SUsodmaqQQBYmQrA_Wwd3tzFsCxluYSUJeXu5Rpqwne-cJsLpsCDnHB1sR2ZeRLWQmDPXVRDE4ow1m1E6rMIwVNOrCkI-ESbPbtRtTcIeO3RE/s320/New%20Pagoda%202.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJo5SDY-s8eTAZ3YvhjvdekHiUlRlFXQi0K1ZLYuRqT-ORQUvILS1brxmX43UXfxG_Fz92JnYjbD6aJbZugJW-UWrd3fk0x8uMhXfzBZ8ZPYcaDVU-iwezKB4JnSIA2YBjGrTmysNgEjU-mNLqcrDvOCas92kF233klGuSM6iFJAQgr6MnVKESr70jXdE/s2032/New%20Pagoda%205%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJo5SDY-s8eTAZ3YvhjvdekHiUlRlFXQi0K1ZLYuRqT-ORQUvILS1brxmX43UXfxG_Fz92JnYjbD6aJbZugJW-UWrd3fk0x8uMhXfzBZ8ZPYcaDVU-iwezKB4JnSIA2YBjGrTmysNgEjU-mNLqcrDvOCas92kF233klGuSM6iFJAQgr6MnVKESr70jXdE/s320/New%20Pagoda%205%20copy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>I started without a clear vision and now I don't know what I'm doing. Do I want a landscape in the background or an elaborate frame? I thought about a meadering stream and a waterfall but I no longer have room. I'll keep plugging away, hoping it comes together. I always worry about making it too Hallmark-y, I'll have to keep at it and try to cut the sweetness.</p><p>Meanwhile I've been busy with the new show at First Presbyterian Church, which I hope you'll come see on Sunday afternoon. Here's the invitation/Announcement;</p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 23px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Art at First</p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">at the First Presbyterian Church in the City of New York </p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 16px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">is pleased to present</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauq9w7gyspMAyyNjg8_8HvVJF6KeeEVYASzDo6dGKfN4Omo1e11gs58BhopB8F7jtu2fIabO8rvo_fEMqqSwx9fq9JA4URPAZ3lPqbQ4r-aIfWrYv77GFM0nC4jAb89CEm5_pY3pPQbCio9b8UAjzZvCf76rY8a4Q9AR2xWFfwZsfx1o6kXDCpNMB5SI/s1174/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%204.40.20%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1174" data-original-width="1166" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauq9w7gyspMAyyNjg8_8HvVJF6KeeEVYASzDo6dGKfN4Omo1e11gs58BhopB8F7jtu2fIabO8rvo_fEMqqSwx9fq9JA4URPAZ3lPqbQ4r-aIfWrYv77GFM0nC4jAb89CEm5_pY3pPQbCio9b8UAjzZvCf76rY8a4Q9AR2xWFfwZsfx1o6kXDCpNMB5SI/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%204.40.20%20PM.png" width="318" /></a></div><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">Featuring work by</p><p style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px 0px 16px; text-align: center;">Ellen Alt, Cecilia Andre, Ryan Bauer-Walsh, Fran Beallor, Lois Bender, January Yoon Cho, Andy Feldman, Sarah Hauser, Bárbara HerMor, Eileen Hoffman, Christina Maile, Janice McDonnell, Victoria Pacimeo, Avani Patel, Kristin Reed, Regina Silvers, Darcy Spitz, Joanne Steinhardt, Barbara Swanson Sherman, Sandra Taggart, Elizabeth White-Pultz, Alice Zinnes</p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> I'm excited about this show. You may remember the quote from last week;</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>“One’s work is nothing but the long journey through life to recover, through</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>the detours of art, the one or two great and simple images that first gained</i></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><i style="text-align: center;">access to one’s heart.”</i></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span> I've been fascinated by this since I heard Robert Beverly Hale, the great anatomy teacher at the Art Students League cite it in a speech he gave at a League dinner. It's been enlightening to read the artists' statements about what inspired them to make art. We put those statements along with the images that inspired them in a book for you to read and I think you'll find it fascinating--moving, funny!</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>Look what my co-curator, Fran Beallor contributed;</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTI0Ns0ElvfcZJTQCotlxUnp6Gy9B0uHcRg_MXqLP-jjVN-M899wTAXu2JG4mwD6jCrxx6u2VVz8ye6eoABGxkX8RIZ-NNTM_0_aS-kqU8qWTTbi2QF70Ui0SX1H98ln-Kj062umQ4IzIBOWR3LpvwVs9IU5zNz8rukhUgL5NSDmu-uz8hDtyiwjTQX4c/s1020/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%205.40.27%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="580" data-original-width="1020" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTI0Ns0ElvfcZJTQCotlxUnp6Gy9B0uHcRg_MXqLP-jjVN-M899wTAXu2JG4mwD6jCrxx6u2VVz8ye6eoABGxkX8RIZ-NNTM_0_aS-kqU8qWTTbi2QF70Ui0SX1H98ln-Kj062umQ4IzIBOWR3LpvwVs9IU5zNz8rukhUgL5NSDmu-uz8hDtyiwjTQX4c/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%205.40.27%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span>A Central Park landscape by her mother, Delores Beallor that hung in their home for years. Delores also painted many self portraits.</span><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3phMoZsHLGZfptiNmmREz8uK_DU4IhAbeBMIuNutui6nlZIScUhyZ6tdLKVNjxqBoIFtm5zobuVzWNPjqXOQ9gkj2aqzMvSNCOGff1wmUdiru1F1uVW4k3DYGan8vqtv9vkEOGmFEI_UNPF2AHY8blSy9sSwYmG72cp72T3dcxAMwHziuopf3ZRpPtHs/s3391/Beallor%20Central%20Park%20Self%20Portrait%202023.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3391" data-original-width="2716" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3phMoZsHLGZfptiNmmREz8uK_DU4IhAbeBMIuNutui6nlZIScUhyZ6tdLKVNjxqBoIFtm5zobuVzWNPjqXOQ9gkj2aqzMvSNCOGff1wmUdiru1F1uVW4k3DYGan8vqtv9vkEOGmFEI_UNPF2AHY8blSy9sSwYmG72cp72T3dcxAMwHziuopf3ZRpPtHs/w160-h200/Beallor%20Central%20Park%20Self%20Portrait%202023.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><br /><div>This is Fran's "Central Park Self Portrait."</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Cecilia Andre was inspired by a birthday cake her mother made for her with a blue Jello swimming pool.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCE7RJcNz9TL-wJwyt_qACA6MLC9-09VcQHLc-OD22KTy2vnNqPHvvM113fmaUt7bfjfE1H6U0Bl0kv-NChw79xwPDYT0mDc-GYg3BlSFOJJpQ1l4qTQYwrPsn89chd4VfubSpjVrbaWWYjVErTIsaFHqVkSLckPAX2xNRvyyN66W6AvXDPqPup2xDMCA/s976/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%206.59.54%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="976" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCE7RJcNz9TL-wJwyt_qACA6MLC9-09VcQHLc-OD22KTy2vnNqPHvvM113fmaUt7bfjfE1H6U0Bl0kv-NChw79xwPDYT0mDc-GYg3BlSFOJJpQ1l4qTQYwrPsn89chd4VfubSpjVrbaWWYjVErTIsaFHqVkSLckPAX2xNRvyyN66W6AvXDPqPup2xDMCA/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-09-21%20at%206.59.54%20PM.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>to work with transparencies in "Complementary Tides."</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGk-e0I9rFEMwA2Gudytlp-dzkNXILtXn05K1o-Y4MSGwFN9M-xe1HZ5bew_1ZYetFW90nCKxOWcttpD3-qQkzdXxtED3oSKpaiHMg1w7_xtKEB21o-ROsyJTOUMhOIn4gUaMMm5R2Oy4umNcD0WB-zRTXv44htyGdhS44iadyMo2aGjDCqcwpn5qTbE/s1579/Andre_ComplementaryTides_50x34inches.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1579" data-original-width="1148" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGk-e0I9rFEMwA2Gudytlp-dzkNXILtXn05K1o-Y4MSGwFN9M-xe1HZ5bew_1ZYetFW90nCKxOWcttpD3-qQkzdXxtED3oSKpaiHMg1w7_xtKEB21o-ROsyJTOUMhOIn4gUaMMm5R2Oy4umNcD0WB-zRTXv44htyGdhS44iadyMo2aGjDCqcwpn5qTbE/s320/Andre_ComplementaryTides_50x34inches.jpg" width="233" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span>You've got to come and see it for yourself! The show will be up through Sunday, November 19, when we'll have another reception but don't wait till then. Come Sunday!</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div></div></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com187G94C37+PG40.1043387 -72.586178117.244602865491146 -107.7424281 62.964074534508853 -37.4299281tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-65617363667076863962023-09-14T22:39:00.006-04:002023-09-28T10:18:06.955-04:00New Projects<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> I have finished my new Great Blue Heron--maybe I should say Rob's Heron because he was my source.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7xO8v2d4ySytLbGKutwNdE7mdQXBEHghAjhavtAYQDQUKKou29x7dgqgunJjl59YhbhhG2pf6Ogy3BxDEZw__t40j_Pjls5nOlP2nkcmteCRNO2e10XAgeGtcJoIPaT6C1wkScJDBhIGkyYyaEE8ekSGaRpwqtgvKiKR-4LI5wYs2iahaLNupip6K-o/s1973/Great%20Blue%20finis..JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1973" data-original-width="1489" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7xO8v2d4ySytLbGKutwNdE7mdQXBEHghAjhavtAYQDQUKKou29x7dgqgunJjl59YhbhhG2pf6Ogy3BxDEZw__t40j_Pjls5nOlP2nkcmteCRNO2e10XAgeGtcJoIPaT6C1wkScJDBhIGkyYyaEE8ekSGaRpwqtgvKiKR-4LI5wYs2iahaLNupip6K-o/s320/Great%20Blue%20finis..JPG" width="242" /></a></div><br />.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUe1gnRYG4GAczJ3WRfJy8JXPse2CrviThaEGg-7lrfFVzRkgogdH5yDmfiZtcCMaQAx35AiaAX1hB8q_oeHoGC-ntJlFccaJ-vASj41pKRKMEMaOj1MDoJLUiiRPNscoFe6y-lM_xIVJQNPZAxarJsMthYdElROaP4CADi5VXywQV61-i_cnTV-P_nus/s1032/Blue%20Heron-4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1032" data-original-width="928" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUe1gnRYG4GAczJ3WRfJy8JXPse2CrviThaEGg-7lrfFVzRkgogdH5yDmfiZtcCMaQAx35AiaAX1hB8q_oeHoGC-ntJlFccaJ-vASj41pKRKMEMaOj1MDoJLUiiRPNscoFe6y-lM_xIVJQNPZAxarJsMthYdElROaP4CADi5VXywQV61-i_cnTV-P_nus/s320/Blue%20Heron-4.png" width="288" /></a></div><br /><p>I don't usually do such a direct copy; I'm more likely to put him someplace he doesn't quite belong, like a living room, but this was fun and you never know, I could cut him out and put him in a collage. As I worked I listened to Elizabeth Gilbert read her book on creativity titled <u>Big Magic</u>. She's quite inspiring in the way she describes our creativity as an actual being who urges us to just keep at it for the joy of doing.</p><p>I'm finding joy in the show that Fran Beallor and I are curating at First Presbyterian Church. We named it The Seed, inspired by this quote from Camus;</p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>“One’s work is nothing but the long journey through life to recover, through</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>the detours of art, the one or two great and simple images that first gained</i></p><p style="text-align: center;"><i>access to one’s heart.”</i></p><p style="text-align: left;">We asked artists, "what was that image for you? What first gained access to your heart and made you decide to make art your life's work?" Artists submitted their work along with their great image and a short statement which will be on the wall label. Fran and I had a great time reviewing the submissions, which we found fascinating and moving. We finished the hanging today--thank you, Barbara Hermor, Ryan Bauer-Walsh, David Richardson, Diane Fairbank and the staff at the church. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjd_DhRZMGNcXIYsWqpqa8sOOvK8dOFPl-Wl-yRXy06sPmvn2w2iTL2lg1HBz1qKr4CRKpN3z7nW2UmlU2na-5J2GxnRjrh_4k_-BoB2v-BMBTmARidVadhUjQXFnwqp-D1ARf6bxhkuTEd5E-WtfyXxaplfs5HrmIqwTKiJvf1Oldo6N1nILR_I4UP6Y/s2903/IMG_8459.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2652" data-original-width="2903" height="292" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjd_DhRZMGNcXIYsWqpqa8sOOvK8dOFPl-Wl-yRXy06sPmvn2w2iTL2lg1HBz1qKr4CRKpN3z7nW2UmlU2na-5J2GxnRjrh_4k_-BoB2v-BMBTmARidVadhUjQXFnwqp-D1ARf6bxhkuTEd5E-WtfyXxaplfs5HrmIqwTKiJvf1Oldo6N1nILR_I4UP6Y/s320/IMG_8459.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTzgPu9Df0y7gpDukmG0pWJ2OA7BO7pVd8xamKXEmzu4KzIsM-l0v2DjWkWpH9HMU64cObEGn5TPXhFeyiv53ri46mnY3e47o-pR0pPYT36Jgr8x4j3ZBBhITOBEq8PdxxjKJ-3CcbCvNV39DfzmpBD3bm_qLaGXQT_KkXu9YFT1IA3FsJ-Te_iU6b8E/s2985/IMG_7333.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2643" data-original-width="2985" height="283" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTzgPu9Df0y7gpDukmG0pWJ2OA7BO7pVd8xamKXEmzu4KzIsM-l0v2DjWkWpH9HMU64cObEGn5TPXhFeyiv53ri46mnY3e47o-pR0pPYT36Jgr8x4j3ZBBhITOBEq8PdxxjKJ-3CcbCvNV39DfzmpBD3bm_qLaGXQT_KkXu9YFT1IA3FsJ-Te_iU6b8E/s320/IMG_7333.heic" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And thank you to all the artists who shared your work and your deep feelings about the joys of making art. <div>Here we are with our gallery assistant, appropriately dressed in black.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBecmJDQvtax2FKRbo0iTPJMJ8LFKlye-PJX7-7ZQTiw-6JUc0p6ki_ouDJFp1Y18zT9MU891TbEb1fadIW8ieYks57Jbd-A7NFuj90CvIf6b-MO24n6jFtZdFRb7nJ0i4253Jhbn_pDZkL6ClvtZ4ZGffaZ8h1jcY0W97bWVdui5GTj_gL4clutbtW3g/s2249/IMG_7353.heic" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2203" data-original-width="2249" height="196" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBecmJDQvtax2FKRbo0iTPJMJ8LFKlye-PJX7-7ZQTiw-6JUc0p6ki_ouDJFp1Y18zT9MU891TbEb1fadIW8ieYks57Jbd-A7NFuj90CvIf6b-MO24n6jFtZdFRb7nJ0i4253Jhbn_pDZkL6ClvtZ4ZGffaZ8h1jcY0W97bWVdui5GTj_gL4clutbtW3g/w200-h196/IMG_7353.heic" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div>The opening will be Sunday, September 24 from noon to 4 and the show will run through Sunday, November 19. I hope you'll come see it.<br /><p style="text-align: left;">Here's my great image--not particularly simple but it's stuck with me all my life;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhszPMN_uOxq5tdSkZW36FY4gNhim9c-rl5QrF57fTOLKZc0SlAykhgS6laaW__jTu8l9S_7PpzlCK9xJHgbmr4H_mSJIlTfg1640qwVJwlXLaX6HYNe1xc6RagX6vQIs-utzPiyri47UQNENQdt46iivB36_o4pMgegrAwHIvuPqkot_BaU7lq0B6Jkgo/s3350/Land%20of%20Make%20Believe.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2304" data-original-width="3350" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhszPMN_uOxq5tdSkZW36FY4gNhim9c-rl5QrF57fTOLKZc0SlAykhgS6laaW__jTu8l9S_7PpzlCK9xJHgbmr4H_mSJIlTfg1640qwVJwlXLaX6HYNe1xc6RagX6vQIs-utzPiyri47UQNENQdt46iivB36_o4pMgegrAwHIvuPqkot_BaU7lq0B6Jkgo/s320/Land%20of%20Make%20Believe.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">"The Land of Make Believe", by Jaro Hess. It hung in my room when I was very little and I sat in front of it for hours. I think it inspired my drive to cram as much detail as I can into every drawing. I put one of my Great Garden pieces in the show and I'm thinking about doing another pagoda. </p><p style="text-align: left;">I did a lot of coughing last July, (I'm not really digressing here) maybe thanks to the Canadian wild fires, and so ate a lot of cough drops. I keep looking at this wrapper;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEdJ_k_AVe4Fmi3sIlPiX5H8uxj9mJRTNolqnaIv4ufsJ_nKrIR2Wm4SrrRepXw6RftF1gT-VnqCXTUOhmyC0Cy0QStKbk07DtnjT0szpW7-fabeUwbEcvaNwF0X12Gc9ODX5KBjEgUrJGQDG4tO-kXKKrzJM11yiQOkFCgeXsjYad1IYX8z6t3vh0aZ8/s4032/IMG_8464.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEdJ_k_AVe4Fmi3sIlPiX5H8uxj9mJRTNolqnaIv4ufsJ_nKrIR2Wm4SrrRepXw6RftF1gT-VnqCXTUOhmyC0Cy0QStKbk07DtnjT0szpW7-fabeUwbEcvaNwF0X12Gc9ODX5KBjEgUrJGQDG4tO-kXKKrzJM11yiQOkFCgeXsjYad1IYX8z6t3vh0aZ8/w150-h200/IMG_8464.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: left;">Cherry and Honey; I just love those colors. You never know where you're going to get an idea--when the muse will say to you, "You know what might be fun?"</p><p style="text-align: left;">You know what else was fun? We, that is, Jessie, Molly, Theo and I, went on a Whale Watch, right here in New York City. <span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.10000000149011612px;"> Yes! Thanks to the </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.10000000149011612px;">Clean Water Act, the Endangered Species Act, and the Marine Mammal Protection Act there are whales swimming in our waters! we saw them! I didn't take any pictures because I just wasn't quick enough and I would have missed seeing them. I had to choose between </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.10000000149011612px;">preserving the moment and actually </span><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.10000000149011612px;">living it. Now I'm thinking about a drawing with a humpback whale flicking his tail at Lady Liberty.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2cZOeBc-hP0r9eL_fFyTSVf3PnG4zzRRR50XoXKhP7VFd-HOQTdnax9FFgR0R9HCODqZy0lWwS0szR9pP0ljKbjCN_ffDKZ4crDk4PIsb6MVL-AUSkzEgDAb4wbxmdbvlpe-uZRiu9lIxVlLPv6r8_8RM5ArezM6u6g1Hopbl4A7eW1kIoW8O3sG5w5Y/s4032/IMG_8438.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2cZOeBc-hP0r9eL_fFyTSVf3PnG4zzRRR50XoXKhP7VFd-HOQTdnax9FFgR0R9HCODqZy0lWwS0szR9pP0ljKbjCN_ffDKZ4crDk4PIsb6MVL-AUSkzEgDAb4wbxmdbvlpe-uZRiu9lIxVlLPv6r8_8RM5ArezM6u6g1Hopbl4A7eW1kIoW8O3sG5w5Y/s320/IMG_8438.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", Times, serif; letter-spacing: 0.10000000149011612px;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com087G9JFJ4+H940.6314072 -72.544069714.184859046652008 -107.7003197 67.077955353347988 -37.387819699999994tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-62223417004330611332023-09-07T22:21:00.004-04:002023-09-07T22:21:45.202-04:00A Work in Progress and an Upcoming Anniversary<p> This is what's on my drawing table this week.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhioob24-zUbFnIlkr1CW2ROooiS80MskrpFi04ECfL3qNiw6C4P-7FwSB0fHfNPYUd-8xRqIZPEkgsltXgu7Dfozj1lTmzOJUUlnb10-YMev_Bg7iOzjUn0Ou-g5MXXA2zQUx4aQxvtUk6aRDMmoCto7qmaoSEjHgUPh_WCd7ohJxsTPjH1uldqdAZt4E/s2032/First%20Great%20Blue.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhioob24-zUbFnIlkr1CW2ROooiS80MskrpFi04ECfL3qNiw6C4P-7FwSB0fHfNPYUd-8xRqIZPEkgsltXgu7Dfozj1lTmzOJUUlnb10-YMev_Bg7iOzjUn0Ou-g5MXXA2zQUx4aQxvtUk6aRDMmoCto7qmaoSEjHgUPh_WCd7ohJxsTPjH1uldqdAZt4E/s320/First%20Great%20Blue.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />I felt bad about saying that blurry pelican from the drawing for Sunny was my brother Rob's, so I'm doing a Great Blue Heron and using his photo as a reference, not to say I'm copying it. I'm also referring to Audubon's Great Blue as you can see here. The feathers on the underside of the raised wing are awfully hard to discern and I'm afraid they may look wonky but I will persist.<div><p></p><p>Here's more;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BphBp2yox1mhuUdTKrlVMLKvkz3F68kKgzff1bJbY4eUy3qDvg85w4RGFMMgYW7wYe9EXXIjnv6yDBvlY9-e8s4W-TplPnLCZG6CupbbVwgF4EFfy97y7RyIWtErPGsicppnkH7Wd3oa0WciykCksr02kfXdgd10L3N1Ai6YHXnL6_eRqw-qcSp9Lkg/s2032/Great%20Blue%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BphBp2yox1mhuUdTKrlVMLKvkz3F68kKgzff1bJbY4eUy3qDvg85w4RGFMMgYW7wYe9EXXIjnv6yDBvlY9-e8s4W-TplPnLCZG6CupbbVwgF4EFfy97y7RyIWtErPGsicppnkH7Wd3oa0WciykCksr02kfXdgd10L3N1Ai6YHXnL6_eRqw-qcSp9Lkg/s320/Great%20Blue%202.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>I'm not sure about this but I'll start on the background and maybe I'll think of something later. Or maybe I'll decide I like it. So I got out my jar of black ink and...OH, NO!</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjZBhqoHQ2Jn2bfh1keMpJF2pJQNA8fVCyQGoY75K1bGt9MFOLlcI1I7mCAkYlkbF8QsV6Q4BvOYpC2GDJn-Znl7ZXvQ_uyQ6i5urCC8gQ-C9T1-FDrPZT4E32MonrzL3Lqoq5FJcxdIVjQ_IX9Ukv3hjat1-PkHqm-TvvktiQltbby4k0qb-_ON_sg8/s2032/Great%20Blue%203.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjZBhqoHQ2Jn2bfh1keMpJF2pJQNA8fVCyQGoY75K1bGt9MFOLlcI1I7mCAkYlkbF8QsV6Q4BvOYpC2GDJn-Znl7ZXvQ_uyQ6i5urCC8gQ-C9T1-FDrPZT4E32MonrzL3Lqoq5FJcxdIVjQ_IX9Ukv3hjat1-PkHqm-TvvktiQltbby4k0qb-_ON_sg8/s320/Great%20Blue%203.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>See the black dot on his neck? This is the second time in the last two drawings that I've made a major mess! this one I can't cover up with collage so I have to live with it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThEC2WVSV9D0TAHcYO3AoCWudj5sRG9tRl5NMOROTwYl7ZRcRaiN-qX1NwF2gD9AaUauddaDdO7YZJrZOgv76yM0R7vEOZN-cbqooAgXk_WF5SfPoBThBzwAsBpqrOWKHYB0wF2kIMa83rp8R-qd1gw_-HUx-J3NP4GhZvDAI2bITWTCLteqLaH-rLhE/s2032/Great%20Blue%206.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThEC2WVSV9D0TAHcYO3AoCWudj5sRG9tRl5NMOROTwYl7ZRcRaiN-qX1NwF2gD9AaUauddaDdO7YZJrZOgv76yM0R7vEOZN-cbqooAgXk_WF5SfPoBThBzwAsBpqrOWKHYB0wF2kIMa83rp8R-qd1gw_-HUx-J3NP4GhZvDAI2bITWTCLteqLaH-rLhE/s320/Great%20Blue%206.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>Almost finished with the crosshatch background and the spot is not bothering me too much. I wish it weren't there but what can I do? Maybe I'll think of it as a beauty mark.</p><p>My friend, Noushin, told me that Persian rug weavers always deliberately add a mistake to their beautiful rugs because only God is perfect. Nice that they think they do it deliberately.</p><p>About the upcoming anniversary? In two weeks it will be five (5) years since I began this blog! I don't think I've missed a Friday morning. Maybe a couple of technical glitches when I posted Saturday morning and one Fourth of July I posted on Thursday because that was the big day.</p><p>I haven't decided how to celebrate. I looked it up and the fifth anniversary is celebrated with wood so maybe I'll do a post about trees. Maybe you have an idea?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com2472V+QV Westerly, RI, USA41.1019328 -71.70535009999999-12.297102431531869 -142.01785009999998 90 -1.3928500999999898tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-58368305370918219582023-08-31T22:47:00.001-04:002023-08-31T22:47:58.631-04:00Why we do this<p>this week my friend Linda Stillman shared a poem by Marge Piercy about making art, well, it's about writing but it goes for any art making I think. Here's a link but don't read it all now.</p><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47399/for-the-young-who-want-to" target="_blank"> For the Young who Want To</a></p><p>Piercy asks what is talent? What is genius? What is work? Why do we do it? Do we need recognition? Validation? Are you a writer only when you're published and well-reviewed? Can you call it work if you don't get paid? Her conclusion in the last verse begins; </p><p>"The real writer is the one who really writes...Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved." </p><p>Piercy writes beautifully about work. Here's another one of her poems I like even better;</p><p><span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <a href="https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/57673/to-be-of-use" target="_blank">To Be of Use</a></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></p><p>These thoughts about work, its applications and its rewards makes me think of two friends, artists who have spent their lives creating beautiful work and are now enjoying some well deserved recognition. </p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Barbara Rachko</span> is the subject of a short film titled "Barbara Rachko; True Grit" which will be screening<span style="color: #500050;"> </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(80, 0, 80);">at the Montreal Women Film Festival </span>and is an Official Selection of the Newport Beach Film Festival<span style="color: #500050;">! </span>As soon as it's available to see on line I'll let you know<span style="color: #500050;">. </span></p><p>Barbara works in pastel on sandpaper; the depth of her colors and the texture is mesmerizing. Here is "Myth Meets Dream," from her Domestic Disturbances series--an <span style="caret-color: rgb(80, 0, 80);">encounter</span> between hand puppets and Oaxacan folk art figures. <span style="color: #500050;"> </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJCcjpSgDnGOpoPrTc3V74OmUFtKEdREj9mTOaqpiEK03G272OL3jkGF9L75VLTLXCTmlGXI9OwH2Zjhm5Lf4U7xhSxb-gXrTcoUtbJ6D7IMq00mDQOb92twfkSqRx16RbyfEgsf_cgb_kgu3nrVSDeQtwHxN8lvUc4R75uwZ43OHEuM3vEbGOlfb91E/s1374/Myth.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1374" data-original-width="1074" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaJCcjpSgDnGOpoPrTc3V74OmUFtKEdREj9mTOaqpiEK03G272OL3jkGF9L75VLTLXCTmlGXI9OwH2Zjhm5Lf4U7xhSxb-gXrTcoUtbJ6D7IMq00mDQOb92twfkSqRx16RbyfEgsf_cgb_kgu3nrVSDeQtwHxN8lvUc4R75uwZ43OHEuM3vEbGOlfb91E/s320/Myth.png" width="250" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #500050;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p><p><span> <span> </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">Leigh Benhke</span>'s show, titled<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Time Travelers and Ghost Ships</i></span> is currently on view at SVA Flatiron Project Space, 133/141 West 21st Street. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7FKPQU61cqvh5iDiRf1-3YWIP-Fe_T6oceljGq6Bau4L6-5vaowLvKVqjH92YSx_lAZaHo5lkhQ9QTnhS-_0KLO2TrOuzHv3RotZoMbs0b8mVTyyTZIAaD1ozxy02tf4sDxV8XGQ5a0UJmCAeLg3yOKK1TYNXjdXu8P_lGsnURzzyYEdHTCMKE8UgtM/s1759/Leigh%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1362" data-original-width="1759" height="248" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7FKPQU61cqvh5iDiRf1-3YWIP-Fe_T6oceljGq6Bau4L6-5vaowLvKVqjH92YSx_lAZaHo5lkhQ9QTnhS-_0KLO2TrOuzHv3RotZoMbs0b8mVTyyTZIAaD1ozxy02tf4sDxV8XGQ5a0UJmCAeLg3yOKK1TYNXjdXu8P_lGsnURzzyYEdHTCMKE8UgtM/s320/Leigh%201.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Here's a bit of what she says about her work;</p><p><i style="color: #262626; font-family: times;">Most of the objects used in these paintings are from museums. For me, they are ‘time travelers,’ confronting an era unlike their own. They are part of a series with the working title ‘Your History Is Your Future’.”</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIEi_tNY3JHzmLEPXAMwKyVcgl62tUVTt6_5Mcq6wnZ7VlIwv9fQLU1vwoYstHyANgelSRC7WACssM2XesGdVPu2uyEFsKlMAMlv3rtMX8vS2TFkLQG_82-f6xTbfBPIP44Vi0zYttfLUysrTvsyzfmwnKfbIhJ79a3l6cs6o4eS7sS58CLtZann4pqI/s1756/Leigh%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1340" data-original-width="1756" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSIEi_tNY3JHzmLEPXAMwKyVcgl62tUVTt6_5Mcq6wnZ7VlIwv9fQLU1vwoYstHyANgelSRC7WACssM2XesGdVPu2uyEFsKlMAMlv3rtMX8vS2TFkLQG_82-f6xTbfBPIP44Vi0zYttfLUysrTvsyzfmwnKfbIhJ79a3l6cs6o4eS7sS58CLtZann4pqI/s320/Leigh%202.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>Beautiful and mysterious-you have to take a second and a third look. You really need to go see this work. It'll be there through September 14.</p><p>Two very different artists with formidable skills and impressive work ethic. Both create worlds of mystery and wonder that pull you in.</p><p>This week's issue of The NewYorker is all archival pieces about animals with this delightful cover by James Thurber.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBIWcacRME8T729NFktVnXolw76TwIg54eTwn_IpXcodH5OlbpHzUyBc_taYVCNAaexRboI9SEjrnZLlSM5mCFXsnvOcrgieVyX5cpGghABO6EmN8rns0Z0zjWqYwXQce2E9FcZYID1NesfWIUKZEq6GzHPVORqWxHxkZ70Z2rvQb_bgBU-nY5mdHHr0/s2032/New%20Yorker,%209:4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDBIWcacRME8T729NFktVnXolw76TwIg54eTwn_IpXcodH5OlbpHzUyBc_taYVCNAaexRboI9SEjrnZLlSM5mCFXsnvOcrgieVyX5cpGghABO6EmN8rns0Z0zjWqYwXQce2E9FcZYID1NesfWIUKZEq6GzHPVORqWxHxkZ70Z2rvQb_bgBU-nY5mdHHr0/s320/New%20Yorker,%209:4.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There's a wonderful memoir by Vladimir Nabokov about his passion for butterflies </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">with a quote about how a butterfly disguises itself to hide from predators;</div>"When a butterfly had to look like a leaf, not only were all the details of a leaf beautifully rendered but markings mimicking grub-bored holes were generously thrown in. Natural selection, in the Darwinian sense, could not explain the miraculous coincidence of imitative aspect and imitative behavior nor could one appeal to the theory of the struggle for life when a protective device was carried to a point of mimetic subtlety, exuberance and luxury far in excess of a predator's power of appreciation. I discovered in nature the non utilitarian delights that I sought in art. Both were a form of magic, both were a game of intricate enchantment and deception."<div><br /></div><div>that's what I was trying to say about the work of Barbara Rachko and Leigh Behnke.<br /><p><br /></p></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com0JHHV+78 Gilgo Beach, NY, USA40.6282225 -73.40666916.996353487325422 -108.562919 64.260091512674578 -38.250418999999994tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-91821396029882822272023-08-24T23:43:00.000-04:002023-08-24T23:43:55.517-04:00Oh, Russell<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> I have to teach Russell that when I say, "I just devoured that book!" I don't mean it literally.<p></p><p>However, I must admit that he has a discerning eye, and has brought some forgotten favorites back to my attention, like this --<u>Art Nouveau</u> by Martin Battersley, from The Color Library of Art. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GwWf8RUaXUTiywbaIpsWq9luUtnDoZDVKMV163CaQdZdmkM1lp9TxywJp302hiSpK3i31Thb8C84Bd9o9GRgpJ1QqCIAU7lfBG4giweO0rCKPzdHsaJqC_EuRWvJPpOFv0WzdpjC-wFl_XPC0bXGsInrjc2cY-glIQ7vnx2IeVJCmmayusWIAqgz6OI/s1698/Art%20Nouveau.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1698" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GwWf8RUaXUTiywbaIpsWq9luUtnDoZDVKMV163CaQdZdmkM1lp9TxywJp302hiSpK3i31Thb8C84Bd9o9GRgpJ1QqCIAU7lfBG4giweO0rCKPzdHsaJqC_EuRWvJPpOFv0WzdpjC-wFl_XPC0bXGsInrjc2cY-glIQ7vnx2IeVJCmmayusWIAqgz6OI/s320/Art%20Nouveau.JPG" width="287" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Here is Symbolist poet Robert de Montesquiou, an aristocrat and a dandy, the original of Proust's Baron de Charlus. I placed him with this Barbie because she has a Belle Epoque kind of vibe.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRVpvN1g1uMjMtNT_vZ7zboXr-PVpCQyd2Dim7ag-pxOUH2gOg6DxjBzrd9mB5XREx74tx1O748Mf65Lb2etSWlmpv4WV1JonlQXMklvvXnka3kkEyCyzNy4KZv-Q4CzWDGNM44vbB0fb_FvEup20LmIU9ifqvQDWHvkussIG8fF2EbrfEcRN4e_v-E0/s579/Monti%20and%20Barbie%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="533" data-original-width="579" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIRVpvN1g1uMjMtNT_vZ7zboXr-PVpCQyd2Dim7ag-pxOUH2gOg6DxjBzrd9mB5XREx74tx1O748Mf65Lb2etSWlmpv4WV1JonlQXMklvvXnka3kkEyCyzNy4KZv-Q4CzWDGNM44vbB0fb_FvEup20LmIU9ifqvQDWHvkussIG8fF2EbrfEcRN4e_v-E0/s320/Monti%20and%20Barbie%20copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGrJu9toMNV2www3Ky-uHmhZ7K0-_tko41bX1RjHp_oK8CvzfsfVpnirkD5-JduRlpBiXw39zWKe60a7fkWWqcLZ13_o1HPdDTK_i_WQ-X0Rrt4qyWrgjpEk_W9fGOqws9f4DqH4rylUBrS-L1j3ELYA9WRUxt7qvtaiRufRv1M3a9g98OaFtlZvXE68/s636/Monti%20w:2%20barbies.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="636" data-original-width="568" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGGrJu9toMNV2www3Ky-uHmhZ7K0-_tko41bX1RjHp_oK8CvzfsfVpnirkD5-JduRlpBiXw39zWKe60a7fkWWqcLZ13_o1HPdDTK_i_WQ-X0Rrt4qyWrgjpEk_W9fGOqws9f4DqH4rylUBrS-L1j3ELYA9WRUxt7qvtaiRufRv1M3a9g98OaFtlZvXE68/s320/Monti%20w:2%20barbies.jpeg" width="286" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p> The painter is Giovanni Boldini 1842-1931. "He fascinated his sitters by his method of painting, gazing at them intently as though to draw out their inmost secrets and then attacking the canvas with long brushes held at arm's length. He transformed his sitters into almost impossibly seductive creatures striking languorous poses and suggested that the slightest movement would result in the beautifully painted silks, chiffons, lace and chinchilla falling off to reveal them in writhing nudity. .."</p><p>Like her, perhaps?</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuckdiR6yGeq0uu2LvVw78sL7tCdyGnVvDhh3hmT-dYZ_SmcnE5-ghHnrtGiyHR1JTfwTVw-dMBC4qxwUSPhXHFOuXKtf9NM6wM1ESHLtSGX_5XMhsZIJwsRl0eGh3w6FTw5kPCJOUr4blRzUHPx2T61c7gJenqxfpTeP3suaL0AnE49ECA38eoddduNU/s1262/Boldoni%20lady%20in%20pink.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1262" data-original-width="1008" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuckdiR6yGeq0uu2LvVw78sL7tCdyGnVvDhh3hmT-dYZ_SmcnE5-ghHnrtGiyHR1JTfwTVw-dMBC4qxwUSPhXHFOuXKtf9NM6wM1ESHLtSGX_5XMhsZIJwsRl0eGh3w6FTw5kPCJOUr4blRzUHPx2T61c7gJenqxfpTeP3suaL0AnE49ECA38eoddduNU/s320/Boldoni%20lady%20in%20pink.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Here's one of his most famous portraits--it now lives at the Met--<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkssm8FEtgqpUL_xGajpdIk4X5LuR3P7Xpmq9PC2YII1VW4KpWTpfigmxrsGrbp7juvFGQ93MsCesROisYXvMfEtbgoeKydqdBzHNUGKOdKnRj6Cj3hlCLoip3wmL9v9dIAM08CZhsC5hHzYuaaZ_AwD48wvyk6awTOBIe19fnz8tFUE8rqj45TjIiEg/s1108/Screen%20Shot%202023-08-24%20at%2010.42.24%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="862" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCkssm8FEtgqpUL_xGajpdIk4X5LuR3P7Xpmq9PC2YII1VW4KpWTpfigmxrsGrbp7juvFGQ93MsCesROisYXvMfEtbgoeKydqdBzHNUGKOdKnRj6Cj3hlCLoip3wmL9v9dIAM08CZhsC5hHzYuaaZ_AwD48wvyk6awTOBIe19fnz8tFUE8rqj45TjIiEg/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-08-24%20at%2010.42.24%20AM.png" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Consuelo Vanderbilt (1876-1964) Duchess of Marlborough and Her Son, Lord Ivor Spencer-Churchill</span></i></div><p>The book goes on to say, "His male portraits show a deeper realization of character and personality."</p><p>Well, of course they do. This is a portrait of John Singer Sergeant.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4Bz1_LSB9LH3F5I8urUfm1I1YCvL0QPzWBeru_fhTeCYmIiUmnqs_fW73WqUBG9u3tyLdCwD3tEVN4XQ6vHXheBrTod0m6-Yod5qK6T81HeReNAptsB0GDzSUuauvdHNzGYPSosjaa6IMBih4Oozyl2Qtx-sOqcxWJ_ams1eVu5aeoKdK2BE9xa8UJg/s1292/boldoni%20Gentleman.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1292" data-original-width="1028" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4Bz1_LSB9LH3F5I8urUfm1I1YCvL0QPzWBeru_fhTeCYmIiUmnqs_fW73WqUBG9u3tyLdCwD3tEVN4XQ6vHXheBrTod0m6-Yod5qK6T81HeReNAptsB0GDzSUuauvdHNzGYPSosjaa6IMBih4Oozyl2Qtx-sOqcxWJ_ams1eVu5aeoKdK2BE9xa8UJg/s320/boldoni%20Gentleman.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><p>This is Guiseppi Verdi.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dLtQRZSSg0PlUELWLmWAgxBXi53ZpkTVrzHv149wggkzhbnn9-K4WCA67Ho6PV_nuUzxxILeKpIf5AvkCdAOSs8qEnu-dwXeobIAX9qySWL5LaCBnSAjbOgv_hdblu-HAv4Egg_vrIKU3X5Hgh5OJNw84f_pFiJFfb9LUyoU4lz-x8yCvjvdEwHRW9M/s1256/guiseppi%20Verdi.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1256" data-original-width="924" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5dLtQRZSSg0PlUELWLmWAgxBXi53ZpkTVrzHv149wggkzhbnn9-K4WCA67Ho6PV_nuUzxxILeKpIf5AvkCdAOSs8qEnu-dwXeobIAX9qySWL5LaCBnSAjbOgv_hdblu-HAv4Egg_vrIKU3X5Hgh5OJNw84f_pFiJFfb9LUyoU4lz-x8yCvjvdEwHRW9M/s320/guiseppi%20Verdi.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div>The book is in bad shape so I'm doing a Marie Kondo, recycling its most appealing images into collages and then saying good-bye with my thanks.</div><div>Here's Barbie with a sculpture of a nymph standing on a crystal rock.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6kMq7JEcURU8sONLKNISJM8Qz1G9zBZoRx_PzI_G_Q0lgj7IuJXDrLV-t9Bl73DPaPoEonUgSOGLOdNx8gDDuF5J0jrCuICmbiN-7t6dvoAA6zQyTi9_BkxcEyBDP-9gpE9r4RZMjaDTnQj_IIx_2NllCB7wnAB9ZnzoZwLDCfQfkx7_DzNH1m0u91c/s3720/Barbie%20and%20nymph.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3720" data-original-width="1625" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR6kMq7JEcURU8sONLKNISJM8Qz1G9zBZoRx_PzI_G_Q0lgj7IuJXDrLV-t9Bl73DPaPoEonUgSOGLOdNx8gDDuF5J0jrCuICmbiN-7t6dvoAA6zQyTi9_BkxcEyBDP-9gpE9r4RZMjaDTnQj_IIx_2NllCB7wnAB9ZnzoZwLDCfQfkx7_DzNH1m0u91c/w175-h400/Barbie%20and%20nymph.JPG" width="175" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I don't know who this is supposed to be but I thought she looked good with this view of Venice as if she's rising from the canal.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwmagLTDAwneDaSlsBIpnFSvjsfDrbBGfDjJf3wOUQTOABSi8h7QbynlA3n0E9bhsIHZ3SreaBDV2YsbRulRDrpI5OjFRRp6bfvD9iZyw00W8rT5mXpblzqMYXFOGQrXhIR8pEuJSAjM7K4ohdcDCnWN75Iv-fhhwpJdpa7RNQlkbnOdzLj3qfk-Ciyo/s1622/the%20Nymph%20in%20Venice.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1622" data-original-width="1443" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwmagLTDAwneDaSlsBIpnFSvjsfDrbBGfDjJf3wOUQTOABSi8h7QbynlA3n0E9bhsIHZ3SreaBDV2YsbRulRDrpI5OjFRRp6bfvD9iZyw00W8rT5mXpblzqMYXFOGQrXhIR8pEuJSAjM7K4ohdcDCnWN75Iv-fhhwpJdpa7RNQlkbnOdzLj3qfk-Ciyo/s320/the%20Nymph%20in%20Venice.JPG" width="285" /></a></div><br /><div>I"m beginning a new drawing, with the pencil sketch complete. Putting the first ink marks on the paper is for me like standing on the high diving board. Making collage is a fairly respectable way of procrastinating--it's great fun and I have something to show for it. I keep promising myself I'll get to the drawing table but then I'll see another something that would be great in a collage.</div></div><div>Like this image of Mary Cassatt in an etching by her friend, Edgar Degas. I first saw this years ago and then couldn't find it but this morning I just googled Mary Cassatt in a gallery and there she is--looking at Etruscan art at the Lourve.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0cTaSEa7fE5zJtWZv2dd_khrXCw24s1Nt6NpcUFSx4sHSpLkQnt5pwH8SO4JY283gVFQgMftH6VNP8c8dPEXsv-eza8WvQMYJ3Pin0DMDzlZ1EcddLpxil-hl9thFMyzOhO3AcP60-1fOtXZnKS_jE7pKj0cFWcPL3V6QJeK_TO52HmJSObFVf8EhXY/s1450/Mary%20Cassatt%20at%20the%20Louvre.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1450" data-original-width="1282" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0cTaSEa7fE5zJtWZv2dd_khrXCw24s1Nt6NpcUFSx4sHSpLkQnt5pwH8SO4JY283gVFQgMftH6VNP8c8dPEXsv-eza8WvQMYJ3Pin0DMDzlZ1EcddLpxil-hl9thFMyzOhO3AcP60-1fOtXZnKS_jE7pKj0cFWcPL3V6QJeK_TO52HmJSObFVf8EhXY/s320/Mary%20Cassatt%20at%20the%20Louvre.png" width="283" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div> Degas may be my favorite of all the Impressionists because I see more draftsmanship in his work and I love his diagonal compositions. I try to ignore the way he treated women, remembering the rule, "Don't get too close to an artist--He might smell bad." Mary Cassatt didn't seem to mind him. </div><div>Anyway, I've long wanted to use this image of her and now I can. I'll either print it and cut it out or I'll draw it myself or I'll try my hand at playing around digitally. As my old teacher, Leo Manso said, this is a playground for me. </div><div>Next week I'll share the new drawing.</div><div>One more thing; rest assured that Russell and I are undergoing rigorous training to break the book eating habit because a book worm is one thing, and book dog quite another.</div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com1FVV7+WQ Little Compton, RI, USA41.4948466 -71.135542116.839651339196873 -106.2917921 66.150041860803128 -35.979292099999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-26183099138491024872023-08-18T13:00:00.000-04:002023-08-18T13:00:08.262-04:00Correction!<p> I got a very early response to yesterday's post;</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nice post Sis but I didn’t shoot the Pelican shot. </span></p><p><span style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of our newspaper readers submitted it. </span></p><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Its badly out of focus</div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Ila</div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Best to all</div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: times;">I should have known--Rob would never post such a blurry shot.</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: times;">Here is his work;</span></div><div dir="ltr" style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlxTR7OBc_uNQuJfZShyP5MmBZIAdB5_5HCRnMZsqXeIerg-QWj9oPLvht-37WfLeAS14v0xjVl7Svnbgaxz19j-EINuDCg7Rs7XIAJyiczi5emIhUZvSAtlpjPLgnonODANDNfHDq2oMUIvv5POh4hMXA9KtQAMEqzcX4yV_f0ZBHqGVpIs1zHDmAVLg/s2028/Bluejay%203ng.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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I was thinking about posting a reprise of an old post about PINK, to keep the Barbie vibe going; I understand that in London they've painted all the red telephone booths pink and the great Ferris wheel has pink lights in honor of Her Plasticness but I had a better idea--you could say the Sun came up!</p><p>You know I have a granddaughter named Sunny, right? I wanted to do a drawing for her and what else could I start with?</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMLEehAijPv6-KXU6V49dlzHlvIAKnNmpXEfdIeaWw4pURo-1CZk-YgwL1arcfaD59ISWdnuqNlz6-XAtiacPMpo0CODSqoaNzbywWUqwFagPmu_7ELsI8TSCQn9jtqaKaXI3CwYTu3kWtxRgM2b-Q-AGlK8PAyRT6QE1amufx6Rrc-ykema5PnYDm2E/s1942/Sunny%201.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1942" data-original-width="1459" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMLEehAijPv6-KXU6V49dlzHlvIAKnNmpXEfdIeaWw4pURo-1CZk-YgwL1arcfaD59ISWdnuqNlz6-XAtiacPMpo0CODSqoaNzbywWUqwFagPmu_7ELsI8TSCQn9jtqaKaXI3CwYTu3kWtxRgM2b-Q-AGlK8PAyRT6QE1amufx6Rrc-ykema5PnYDm2E/s320/Sunny%201.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Sun and sunflowers--not very original but she's two and a half--to her everything's new and it's her name!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaifUyj2IhL44p0ZUa4H84xs2IJ1OWLf-TH6znWTVhas4NiWa_JWqq5mJ0smocnL9cqTWaj90rUat5dWIypsZGG3NJy8TJYonZD_mPoX_7i6PeW-neDCK5Tr2cWYuDY7YnFHNImcKCeTqIh47pD6PcAKezl-jGoPQqXX4zQf9IIDdU6va9z9jYeGFoH1U/s1877/Sunny%202.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1877" data-original-width="1426" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaifUyj2IhL44p0ZUa4H84xs2IJ1OWLf-TH6znWTVhas4NiWa_JWqq5mJ0smocnL9cqTWaj90rUat5dWIypsZGG3NJy8TJYonZD_mPoX_7i6PeW-neDCK5Tr2cWYuDY7YnFHNImcKCeTqIh47pD6PcAKezl-jGoPQqXX4zQf9IIDdU6va9z9jYeGFoH1U/s320/Sunny%202.JPG" width="243" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Filling in the sky I see that it looks like the way I draw water, but that's OK. I added Batchelor Buttons beneath the Sunflowers and I like the way the blue makes the yellow pop. I'm not sure how to handle the transition from flowers to sky so I won't think about it. Remember Mickey Rivers; "I don't worry about what I can control because if I can control it why worry?" And I'm in control!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1t4xjx3wki8w90NFQQuaaTOXeZGjRpuWF3ekcBsYvk0gPJt6qru4hx_wfy1fqfoOrKVs_qqu6dmcdpyVzwY_1o1xhy2ihNjYPQWx-ScC2-ajNnJVUtTwBUUdi69U79KplJUjjDPCrqjGjZ-GLeJPE7Nv73j3A7hWzhgzc3V2arMLKDsVtisuVavBsIOo/s3680/Sunny%203%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3680" data-original-width="2784" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1t4xjx3wki8w90NFQQuaaTOXeZGjRpuWF3ekcBsYvk0gPJt6qru4hx_wfy1fqfoOrKVs_qqu6dmcdpyVzwY_1o1xhy2ihNjYPQWx-ScC2-ajNnJVUtTwBUUdi69U79KplJUjjDPCrqjGjZ-GLeJPE7Nv73j3A7hWzhgzc3V2arMLKDsVtisuVavBsIOo/s320/Sunny%203%20copy.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><br /><p>I used some poetic license with the Batchelor Button leaves; in reality they're kind of spiky so I gave them compound leaves like my beloved Honey Locust and painted them light green or vert clair to stand out against the darker grasses. I asked Sam, Sunny's Dad, what are her favorite animals so I could add a friend, and he said, "Anything that flies!" I thought he'd say fish, because of this shot of her at the Chicago Zoo. I hear she stood looking for an hour.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1u4KaZQ55Sz4ujdIxE8K5H1Qqls8vKuKW4Z-2bVAyIJXHm8O08foVR203BqciX7JNE7r9pxNWfVoUds25_f3w2EBw6j6EQ0rRquw3EoLi-PQ0lK1NkLWJh1A9tTJoE5WT-eZGWiqivFjOHJxiM57I4fTWIwgnMvs3rBp-iLHbiMQC3geQRXFVkL4YP0/s2032/Sunny's%20fish.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1u4KaZQ55Sz4ujdIxE8K5H1Qqls8vKuKW4Z-2bVAyIJXHm8O08foVR203BqciX7JNE7r9pxNWfVoUds25_f3w2EBw6j6EQ0rRquw3EoLi-PQ0lK1NkLWJh1A9tTJoE5WT-eZGWiqivFjOHJxiM57I4fTWIwgnMvs3rBp-iLHbiMQC3geQRXFVkL4YP0/s320/Sunny's%20fish.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>But a fish in the sky might be confusing so I started on my personal favorite, the Pelican and just to keep it all in the family, I used this beautiful shot by my brother Rob as a model. I never heard of Pelicans in Vermont but the camera doesn't lie.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0blS_NBPdt6DzUJ6oX1oqk_-1aRbi3HFEZQ072jD-ZoTHMdljEq1ok6SAKSWjFm9lc6F-mFeMgkG47oHQYQMv2bc2s-2RxXgvOOUGetf5_VAYgwnDkYDkRjv52qvnVLqgWK5t5CYHw86kuKP5bFQoC4Ly6yDhTEWpSsc6mIRM9zSgvawCflQo9B6dyqI/s2744/Rob's%20Pelican.jpg.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2744" data-original-width="2574" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0blS_NBPdt6DzUJ6oX1oqk_-1aRbi3HFEZQ072jD-ZoTHMdljEq1ok6SAKSWjFm9lc6F-mFeMgkG47oHQYQMv2bc2s-2RxXgvOOUGetf5_VAYgwnDkYDkRjv52qvnVLqgWK5t5CYHw86kuKP5bFQoC4Ly6yDhTEWpSsc6mIRM9zSgvawCflQo9B6dyqI/s320/Rob's%20Pelican.jpg.png" width="300" /></a></div><br /><p>It was all going along nicely when disaster struck. I had been filling in around the sunflowers with dots of Process Cyan, as a transition to the sky, using a pen with a large tip that carries a lot of ink that sits precariously on the paper until it dries. the best thing to do is just go away and don't touch it until it dries hours later. But no, I was eager and I smeared it. Did I just say I was in control? I'm happy to say this almost never happens, rather I almost never make this mistake but here it is. Did I cry? Not quite.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIWyA67xFk6gP_ZkVy-xFNfIJGAMligzypfeMMKbsZi3udPO029km5nGEjFDzsRgWG5jSBauQOuXOBaNoKOKdqWrhPzTtfwKnDZVl9BVPjYsARvc0-GC-A9ZlR6rEpM8m-fkSowjzu2hIvKQ_kydFAP24IR7fzxsjIRpIFi3FRce1Qixi7rrr3ftZQHs/s1875/Sunny.%20w:blot.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1875" data-original-width="1401" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIWyA67xFk6gP_ZkVy-xFNfIJGAMligzypfeMMKbsZi3udPO029km5nGEjFDzsRgWG5jSBauQOuXOBaNoKOKdqWrhPzTtfwKnDZVl9BVPjYsARvc0-GC-A9ZlR6rEpM8m-fkSowjzu2hIvKQ_kydFAP24IR7fzxsjIRpIFi3FRce1Qixi7rrr3ftZQHs/s320/Sunny.%20w:blot.JPG" width="239" /></a></div><br /><p>I fretted and thought about a cover-up with ink but haven't I heard that the cover-up is worse than the crime? I made new Sunflowers and so declare this drawing a collage.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYTlt_E033teu94gA2AM3RCZy59WJVsI5-esQGvnTOzbjyxCyXqSOvrw5Aw5bQOUBwrln2bSrvHw1ByKKn1CNAlC6qL6MPig8isBMYOukNk3kY2yi19pQ2hmxMve49LZgIVmNEoSN5UnK2SUeCnPFdHUDAc0oEP2yH9l2JuRD9LAS6qxAokCBDxmXRSw/s2032/Sunny%20redux.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPYTlt_E033teu94gA2AM3RCZy59WJVsI5-esQGvnTOzbjyxCyXqSOvrw5Aw5bQOUBwrln2bSrvHw1ByKKn1CNAlC6qL6MPig8isBMYOukNk3kY2yi19pQ2hmxMve49LZgIVmNEoSN5UnK2SUeCnPFdHUDAc0oEP2yH9l2JuRD9LAS6qxAokCBDxmXRSw/s320/Sunny%20redux.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p>All better and almost finished! I just have to write Sunny Mari in the banner.<br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoXIJuEfdj9tVATJEFxrhB60yJwTYG5qPEz2Ct8SIzar9hOHXaGtdSPPyKFBERZJbFWHpnIUKwTzacBqvw56SYNhvwYMF3wkOwMMDH0atw6weTW64sFVoiYGDfKHctF-OytZusqdkF4FYCKN7oCoq_SOPm0shN0XzJN8NoxxTOl-fsD4ntMVL8vyL8lI/s1956/Sunny%204%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1956" data-original-width="1519" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoXIJuEfdj9tVATJEFxrhB60yJwTYG5qPEz2Ct8SIzar9hOHXaGtdSPPyKFBERZJbFWHpnIUKwTzacBqvw56SYNhvwYMF3wkOwMMDH0atw6weTW64sFVoiYGDfKHctF-OytZusqdkF4FYCKN7oCoq_SOPm0shN0XzJN8NoxxTOl-fsD4ntMVL8vyL8lI/s320/Sunny%204%20copy.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><br /><p>I was hesitant in starting the Pelican but I'm happy with him; in the photo his wing is solid black but I thought that would be too strong for the whole piece so I used a very fine point pen with both black and gray ink.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJNM6CuehpxmX-Id_lneuw-B1Q59ibLqBeXuYHI04ITrxVq5fwvAUv18bHpEeonewwjTMQt27JuoJWmAmt0YnWKlDc0R-UMHhb4j19ZECMu2I47HdQAjhPCK0WVbq9MqO6xcX3yb_s_8I_4YWE_nKE4D2wpTQHpjevV-lcl0-j2VYr4ZJc4Fh1dCB2JE/s1513/Sunny,%20Pelican%20detail.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="1513" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJNM6CuehpxmX-Id_lneuw-B1Q59ibLqBeXuYHI04ITrxVq5fwvAUv18bHpEeonewwjTMQt27JuoJWmAmt0YnWKlDc0R-UMHhb4j19ZECMu2I47HdQAjhPCK0WVbq9MqO6xcX3yb_s_8I_4YWE_nKE4D2wpTQHpjevV-lcl0-j2VYr4ZJc4Fh1dCB2JE/s320/Sunny,%20Pelican%20detail.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p>So that's been my week. I'll probably keep picking at this, filling in more sky and greenery. It's now Thursday morning--if I finish before tonight, I'll add it so you can see it. But I'm going to be careful with the ink.</p><p>I'm eager to frame it and send it off to Sunny, but I also like to put a piece away and look at it with fresh eyes after a while. Once it's framed I'll find all sorts of mistakes and things that need attention if not fixing. I once heard someone say, "the secret to getting good art out of kids is knowing when to take it away from them." that goes for all of us.</p><p>I repeated that to the playwright John Guare and later heard it in his play, Six Degrees of Separation. When your writer friends get a faraway look in the middle of a conversation and you later read your own words in their work it's the muse telling you to get to work.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNamO2tjvWHbA1nj-Eyx3JT1txssyiwHP67xnwQcOtMJcdjXx2LkAHqa3JlPuA93kXYD5ZT6JRPbSIb9BR1rBaOwDO7AuyqUbxp57DRu0zdInXFENyrjvSdw5mCH8WFDFFcNVyimImZHNwHd8fmWWGfPpbk-DUmC1ZnT-n3DEC3Gf4nKrHI0XFQpaNdvM/s1918/Sunny%205%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1918" data-original-width="1482" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNamO2tjvWHbA1nj-Eyx3JT1txssyiwHP67xnwQcOtMJcdjXx2LkAHqa3JlPuA93kXYD5ZT6JRPbSIb9BR1rBaOwDO7AuyqUbxp57DRu0zdInXFENyrjvSdw5mCH8WFDFFcNVyimImZHNwHd8fmWWGfPpbk-DUmC1ZnT-n3DEC3Gf4nKrHI0XFQpaNdvM/s320/Sunny%205%20copy.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">I thought this would be the final version but now I think I need to give the banner a background tone so it doesn't fight with the Pelican. There's always something.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I haven't finished with Barbie and tonight (Thursday) we're going to see Oppenheimer so next week I may have something to say about Barbenheimer!</div><br /><p><br /></p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com487F9PC9G+JF39.7190122 -72.573807112.345260302567077 -107.7300571 67.092764097432934 -37.417557099999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-55693980553810848112023-08-10T22:57:00.000-04:002023-08-10T22:57:02.530-04:00Barby (Barbara) on Barbie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCeQ5ObDAE8U13jsC6vYHHD_gJScIP-pBEvB7JW-ziBRVYj7OdVEhKh4Z07DbI3XNEcSrU-_y9Nsx764Y_h0u_u-WNCWrbPojJtGuJTUCbPD6AuXa4vKaBy5u_wfG-S3PonO-tcWwUgUMKoTEem2xYdSE5VYZFQdAFItBupIpBvAH5C3GRGuEnu0Fmtg/s2188/Barbie%20in%20Pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2188" data-original-width="1431" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijCeQ5ObDAE8U13jsC6vYHHD_gJScIP-pBEvB7JW-ziBRVYj7OdVEhKh4Z07DbI3XNEcSrU-_y9Nsx764Y_h0u_u-WNCWrbPojJtGuJTUCbPD6AuXa4vKaBy5u_wfG-S3PonO-tcWwUgUMKoTEem2xYdSE5VYZFQdAFItBupIpBvAH5C3GRGuEnu0Fmtg/s320/Barbie%20in%20Pink.jpg" width="209" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I went to see Barbie with Fran and Eileen, and all the husbands.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCWFgYuWa_uEFsOOkAIToWs1KFIi90YfFPurhQeeRRYqCZnJRMvruFMn2lSIRQDNJWlsBL2DZUEe83tvtmgloWrY9BuPucHSd_qvD1sitg7RCIva4XpBrn-yBAcl6HQubTvARq8x929FhmdvSbyzC4EY_Gwy25K8cYKbBr9Rt9Dpd7EgMFF7Wzg2IvM0/s2543/3%20for%20Barbie.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1591" data-original-width="2543" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFCWFgYuWa_uEFsOOkAIToWs1KFIi90YfFPurhQeeRRYqCZnJRMvruFMn2lSIRQDNJWlsBL2DZUEe83tvtmgloWrY9BuPucHSd_qvD1sitg7RCIva4XpBrn-yBAcl6HQubTvARq8x929FhmdvSbyzC4EY_Gwy25K8cYKbBr9Rt9Dpd7EgMFF7Wzg2IvM0/s320/3%20for%20Barbie.heic" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p>You can see we honored the dress code--and Arthur wore his pink shirt. We went out afterwards and had a great talk touching on feminism, the patriarchy, the male gaze, art, fantasy, reality and the movies. For all my mixed feeling about Barbie I had a great time.</p><p>Willa Paskin, in an article titled <u>Plastic Fantastic</u> in the July 16th New York Times Magazine, referred to Barbie as "This toy with its infamous breasts, the figurine who became an enduring avatar of plastic perfection, an instrument of toxic gender norms and consumerist ideals of femininity...but also a potent complicated contradictory symbol that stands near the center of a decades long and still running argument about how to be a woman." Phew!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bWThpR33DO3USmBsMKkBY6n31r0BvtbvqI4byWL1GkbBcWvBhlfm6O4agR4f6UnRLuflNifi_0cH13QtEMUwt8_MVj-wi2wBHVARoB4sba2meHTauEcepoLrm-Lr4sIOoSejN5-bjahDdhKq5u5RnN78LTITukgNkSmvrmxPV4HyjsrJdjtrb0rmqdg/s4032/Barbie%20w_%20Buddha.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6bWThpR33DO3USmBsMKkBY6n31r0BvtbvqI4byWL1GkbBcWvBhlfm6O4agR4f6UnRLuflNifi_0cH13QtEMUwt8_MVj-wi2wBHVARoB4sba2meHTauEcepoLrm-Lr4sIOoSejN5-bjahDdhKq5u5RnN78LTITukgNkSmvrmxPV4HyjsrJdjtrb0rmqdg/w300-h400/Barbie%20w_%20Buddha.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>That's a lot to put on a doll, and it's all further complicated for me because she appropriated my name which made it weird, awkward, silly when I introduced myself. At the age of twelve or thirteen I could have done without the attention the name brought me.</div><div>Did I play with dolls? Barbie arrived as I was finishing up with all that. </div><div>I had a Revlon doll, a grown up lady with what my little cousin Kathy called "blossoms." My mother made an elaborate wardrobe for her, including a bridal gown which won a prize at a doll show. </div><div>I also had a baby doll who came with a lot of furniture and accessories and maybe it was all the stuff that I loved not the doll itself. I played with all of my dolls but didn't really get it--there was always a feeling of futility, like, what's the use of this?</div><div>In fifth grade I put one doll named Pammy to bed and pretended that she had the flu. I came home from school every day for a week and read to her and after that I put her away and that was the end. No more dolls.</div><p>But then at a family get-together when I was pregnant with Jessie, my first-born, my sister-in-law finally entrusted me with her child--her second, and I babysat while the rest of the family went to town. Donna warned me that Danny had not been feeling good. That was an understatement --projectile vomiting. (Let me remind you that Danny recently retired as General Council to the Senate Judiciary Committee but we all have our origin stories.)</p><p>My first thought, after I gagged and wiped my face was, "Oh, Boy, I get to give him a bath." As I took off his little clothes I had a sense memory and an epiphany. This is what playing with dolls was all about. And I absolutely adored being a mom, and also a grandmother.</p><p>Jessie had dolls, including Big Annie, made by my mother,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn82lQuk4Yvfgkyz9Cljb3ZeBfIAvqLRufdCThJjgWgPjCzQfykvTTpoHBglyFXLjjlTERMGkSQbhu3ZCNYf3W2xCIo1IGTMFWu8pfE8l945kxbJTUl6RqhxRvMVPoUw6kMyhhrF9vflBpZFra_gwNIV1M91znM6VtZR5hvmPpLMo0PWEzP_mFMcTUYw/s425/Jessie%20and%20Big%20Annie.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="425" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn82lQuk4Yvfgkyz9Cljb3ZeBfIAvqLRufdCThJjgWgPjCzQfykvTTpoHBglyFXLjjlTERMGkSQbhu3ZCNYf3W2xCIo1IGTMFWu8pfE8l945kxbJTUl6RqhxRvMVPoUw6kMyhhrF9vflBpZFra_gwNIV1M91znM6VtZR5hvmPpLMo0PWEzP_mFMcTUYw/s320/Jessie%20and%20Big%20Annie.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p> but no Barbies. Her friend Alexandra apparently reported that to her mother and they showed up at Jessie's birthday party with a Barbie and an attitude that said I should be reported to child services.</p><p>When I found that Barbie under the bed I felt vindicated. Molly has never had a Barbie, but she was eager to see the movie. I asked Jessie if Molly had any insight and Jessie said, "Not that she told me!" Molly did say, "Mom, it will make your cry." Not that she thought it would be moving but because she likes to make fun of Jessie for crying at the movies. She is well on her way to being a teenager.</p><p><i>Here are two different ways to depict a woman. Barbie is wondering, "Am I over dressed?"</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJUxzaVKG1Zk0qBZHUpjOZEARXPo3ZVyX7ChbOVqXG3EQmXS66RA9X4Rv03R6PhyfnPMq5ySKKbMmgnhUoEcQQTsv2y2LIN2OgUOdVeROWcj3CHwldAHKRqCWYswRRHVyxseYp6hRoqLwyWYZ3JTcqstfOzTfrBIk_wx2Be_8zMkdNzjeNCXVRtH9oiA/s1380/Barbie%20and%20Maillol.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1380" data-original-width="1304" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJUxzaVKG1Zk0qBZHUpjOZEARXPo3ZVyX7ChbOVqXG3EQmXS66RA9X4Rv03R6PhyfnPMq5ySKKbMmgnhUoEcQQTsv2y2LIN2OgUOdVeROWcj3CHwldAHKRqCWYswRRHVyxseYp6hRoqLwyWYZ3JTcqstfOzTfrBIk_wx2Be_8zMkdNzjeNCXVRtH9oiA/s320/Barbie%20and%20Maillol.png" width="302" /></a></i></div><div><br /></div>Did I like the movie? I thoroughly enjoyed it. I won't give away the very funny last line but the last scene had resonance for me, as Barbie, after becoming a real woman, says what I said years ago. My name is Barbara.<div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBFHvidyY07Q1x0j_TZB7tOEy-Arloktwuf6C_WJ6RrVOm96rrRsdv40x7hmpM5BApT3A1C1_BQmckKPcK_ah4aTHVkDpW6oXX9Z5A4plWVD9eTgOAJQ5hORLlFy7dRYKgK63jptN9AinAIQvVVRLRah780zlMN_8RtQL8oKwy-M4rPolRZVNN35pyvY/s792/Barbie%203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="792" data-original-width="612" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDBFHvidyY07Q1x0j_TZB7tOEy-Arloktwuf6C_WJ6RrVOm96rrRsdv40x7hmpM5BApT3A1C1_BQmckKPcK_ah4aTHVkDpW6oXX9Z5A4plWVD9eTgOAJQ5hORLlFy7dRYKgK63jptN9AinAIQvVVRLRah780zlMN_8RtQL8oKwy-M4rPolRZVNN35pyvY/s320/Barbie%203.jpg" width="247" /></a></div><div><p></p><div>To all my Barbara friends, what do you want to bet that a year from now we'll see a bunch of baby girls named Barbara?</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>One more thing; Remember how last week I wrote about worry? I found this from Mary Oliver ...</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;">I Worried</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">flow in the right direction, will the earth turn</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">as it was taught, and if not how shall</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">I correct it?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">can I do better?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">can do it and I am, well,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">hopeless.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">am I going to get rheumatism,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">lockjaw, dementia?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">And gave it up. And took my old body</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">and went out into the morning,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;">and sang.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51); color: #333333; font-family: "Open Sans", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, "Lucida Grande", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: times;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">She never lets me down. I wonder what she thought of Barbie?</span></span></span></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com087GCV7VM+QF40.8943832 -71.716253516.975317560589417 -106.8725035 64.813448839410583 -36.560003499999993tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-51440335809459642222023-08-03T20:13:00.000-04:002023-08-03T20:13:06.568-04:00What are You Reading and Are You Worried About It?<p> This summer I have immersed myself in the books of William Kent Kreuger, the Cork O'Connor series, which all take place in northern Minnesota. They are full of amiable, complicated heroes, dastardly villains, wisdom from indigenous culture and beautiful scenery. I'm now on number 19, the last in the series and I don't know what I'll do with myself when I come to the end of these wonderful stories. </p><p>Am I worried? Here's a quote from Henry Maloux, a main character.</p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">"Worry and you open the door to the worst of possibilities." </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Remember the movie Bridge of Spies? </span><span style="font-family: times;"> Tom Hanks plays a lawyer defending a Russian spy facing a long prison term.</span></p>
<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">He says to the spy, played by Mark Rylance, “You don’t look worried.”</span></p>
<p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">The spy replies, “Would it help?”</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">And then there's Mickey Rivers, centerfielder for the Rangers, the Angels and most of all the Yankees.</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">"I don't worry about things I can't control because if I can't control them, why worry?</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">And I don't worry about things I can control because if I can control them, why worry?"</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">So I won't worry. Here are two of my loved ones who don't know the meaning of the word.</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXitLZ-vAwOtaQ3Odfv1q0dzn54HWYglLhGsEJMhdshtuy4cE7ZGertq92T60TpUkTofH72cZBkIdVjlFlzLXFwRdZF_FAlcVQZ76VtL9ALxSu0za-vC4OQHaybY7FXmbtJO1MmWRayc3irnDdTkEwyTNdRVmqESXEvn4D1OdzcPxHCz6aji6M1oszfDA/s2970/Noble%20profiles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2970" data-original-width="2498" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXitLZ-vAwOtaQ3Odfv1q0dzn54HWYglLhGsEJMhdshtuy4cE7ZGertq92T60TpUkTofH72cZBkIdVjlFlzLXFwRdZF_FAlcVQZ76VtL9ALxSu0za-vC4OQHaybY7FXmbtJO1MmWRayc3irnDdTkEwyTNdRVmqESXEvn4D1OdzcPxHCz6aji6M1oszfDA/s320/Noble%20profiles.jpg" width="269" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;">Russell and our grand-dog, Finn, a mini BerneDoodle, of the family of Jessie, Lee, Molly and Theo. We spent a couple of vacation days with them this week and these guys bonded for life.</span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkaxpJwiu2setB2oJKW0qVFNbhtnfdGZ2W6L22LULlAxQ7R_p1l_IAna0g0ybdOVBXq4ReLX_-36DrocLkNQETEUOy0eNn_uhvIGaWTSDOtbbDRuYReZY7-U-WQRoayhAabUs4pTaJi0P579kUGRS7QzTF6hTHWJTYjn4E1pcpMMriSZvDHgK5P9MeBE/s2032/russ&FinnJPG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrkaxpJwiu2setB2oJKW0qVFNbhtnfdGZ2W6L22LULlAxQ7R_p1l_IAna0g0ybdOVBXq4ReLX_-36DrocLkNQETEUOy0eNn_uhvIGaWTSDOtbbDRuYReZY7-U-WQRoayhAabUs4pTaJi0P579kUGRS7QzTF6hTHWJTYjn4E1pcpMMriSZvDHgK5P9MeBE/s320/russ&FinnJPG.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAZ2M1bcTcrORDLJiD0tY_wOd4GD59ukaNr3UQ2LZccahfXHYnzHQXA8zeHG6SYZAFQTB5Cg0D4aegZbYAIGl6L0LKobREdwzLWsCj26LoubA1fuLMvHuWGtWTliOlW8YNbEujrdzRpp_0iAMiUUKJIZ4hV5qwzShVitZHlF8Ng6-tmIMkeZxTORS3I4E/s4032/IMG_8323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAZ2M1bcTcrORDLJiD0tY_wOd4GD59ukaNr3UQ2LZccahfXHYnzHQXA8zeHG6SYZAFQTB5Cg0D4aegZbYAIGl6L0LKobREdwzLWsCj26LoubA1fuLMvHuWGtWTliOlW8YNbEujrdzRpp_0iAMiUUKJIZ4hV5qwzShVitZHlF8Ng6-tmIMkeZxTORS3I4E/s320/IMG_8323.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsEIA1fZzA6qBEe6cO3yTgB5ttkNtXEQdP9EtXRxy4-mT10IXwJtHPwyJhzUFm5Oga9lbaFrCLEWbwdt4n3VsaYXRPJi51QHAZ-jTG1NdjoMhTEOkcUI1tq_4GdDaDSLBiIT4UznfbgYmPkQ2jH7doCtLnWD6oMcEmk9KPe8BffwGmsS5vEYl-g6eYcw/s1201/Molly,F&R.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1201" data-original-width="1162" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPsEIA1fZzA6qBEe6cO3yTgB5ttkNtXEQdP9EtXRxy4-mT10IXwJtHPwyJhzUFm5Oga9lbaFrCLEWbwdt4n3VsaYXRPJi51QHAZ-jTG1NdjoMhTEOkcUI1tq_4GdDaDSLBiIT4UznfbgYmPkQ2jH7doCtLnWD6oMcEmk9KPe8BffwGmsS5vEYl-g6eYcw/s320/Molly,F&R.JPG" width="310" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;">Did they have as much fun playing as I had watching them?</span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPYxnHrIlkpL6s1Y__0wundFL2ulQESwwkZBvCVuj0sc508ojxJVMHIdv1eU0xQH4UVsPA7rYU4YHGkXHRKOjmiQKAato67nJlW5KGZT8EbgZL-7JsioAYLybSvNU1kQZFTvBXe5zkWCs2oaXSTalhqiPDa9tGHcoAZusyOcI4mmj32s1oX0265lHiHE/s1759/Finn&Theo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1759" data-original-width="1372" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPYxnHrIlkpL6s1Y__0wundFL2ulQESwwkZBvCVuj0sc508ojxJVMHIdv1eU0xQH4UVsPA7rYU4YHGkXHRKOjmiQKAato67nJlW5KGZT8EbgZL-7JsioAYLybSvNU1kQZFTvBXe5zkWCs2oaXSTalhqiPDa9tGHcoAZusyOcI4mmj32s1oX0265lHiHE/s320/Finn&Theo.JPG" width="250" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;">It's hard to say.</span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I'm still looking for something to read. My gym has a sharing library shelf--bring a book and take a book and I picked up <u>Witch Elm</u> by </span><span style="font-family: times;">Tana French </span><span style="font-family: times;">but I may have already read it. I started Rebecca Makkai's </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><u>I Have Some Questions For You</u> but it didn't grab me. I'll have to give it another chance. Do you have any suggestions? What are you reading this summer?</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">I have plenty to say about<span style="color: #ff00fe; font-size: medium;"><i> Barbie</i></span>, as I was once Barby myself, although I spelled it better. I'll wait to discuss it here until I see the movie. We're going tomorrow. Do you think I can persuade Arthur to wear his pink shirt?</span></p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com287JGM6M9+W342.6848622 -69.78225717.235408889589934 -104.938507 68.134315510410062 -34.626007tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-291232013977143422023-07-28T08:37:00.003-04:002023-07-28T08:37:57.999-04:00Correction!<p> No matter how many times I proof read, I always miss something. From this morning's post"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrflq1wLRO2-KF97153shDJ6XlwcICICSdBS3QdAu9Me4tBbfHkobUYCJT9GzdH7LYpzHWWWJ_JjlCa6WhU2gnFYFNcUop_9REzu0GkkrrSZ1PSboccrgJzTw5gYsMrk4RRbtoUMRHZC1AtDZX-HFZ5Jq3F5QOTxaaf2ixyjiyqHb6JP1ve6Jqwcos9M/s456/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-28%20at%208.33.52%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="268" data-original-width="456" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXrflq1wLRO2-KF97153shDJ6XlwcICICSdBS3QdAu9Me4tBbfHkobUYCJT9GzdH7LYpzHWWWJ_JjlCa6WhU2gnFYFNcUop_9REzu0GkkrrSZ1PSboccrgJzTw5gYsMrk4RRbtoUMRHZC1AtDZX-HFZ5Jq3F5QOTxaaf2ixyjiyqHb6JP1ve6Jqwcos9M/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-28%20at%208.33.52%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14); color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">I also remember that once Alan and I were riding in the car with Dan at the wheel and a black <span style="font-size: medium;">CAT </span>crossed the street ahead of us. Dan backed all the way up the street and went around the block to avoid crossing the cat's path. We thought that was amazing and never knew if he was really superstitious or he was teasing us. </span><p></p><div><span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14); color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">Thank you Sam and Kristen for your sharp eyes.</span></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com087GFPCVJ+2340.7426246 -70.569770816.5780942074375 -105.7260208 64.9071549925625 -35.4135208tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-37833319426270854342023-07-27T22:35:00.001-04:002023-08-17T22:55:35.359-04:00<p>Saturday morning as I stepped outside I thought of this poem, at least the first line;</p><p><i> <span face=""Helvetica Neue", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; white-space: pre-wrap;">i thank you God for most this amazing </span><span face=""Helvetica Neue", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; white-space: pre-wrap;">day: </span></i></p><p><span face=""Helvetica Neue", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>for the leaping greenly spirits of trees</i></span></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-d43d2482-7fff-d9dc-7ede-71e1c40941de"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><i>and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything</i></span></span><div><span><i><span face=""Helvetica Neue", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><span face=""Helvetica Neue", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">which is natural which is infinite which is yes</span></i></span><div><span><span face=""Helvetica Neue", sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">That first line always</span> <span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">springs to my mind on a lovely day and Saturday was definitely that; Canada's smoke had mostly lifted and the air felt clean.</span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: white; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #181818; text-align: center; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0a6Kw_C2niNf2sDepkehz_O6lUjd3OuRzHVWtjKfYaqd6AQdeN23rtud-XywF4wGnR1yqHtm-qx5jNDGcM6tti9cM7Hec2C4PVkluUi5jtOYgGK9e9xuobu0iV5UaAMm3cyKkcTuRXWG0O2nIPErp5jnIxG7fRCGItpgBETu9A25a1c6JdAp2wsEHDoo/s1518/Saturday,%207:22JPG.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1467" data-original-width="1518" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0a6Kw_C2niNf2sDepkehz_O6lUjd3OuRzHVWtjKfYaqd6AQdeN23rtud-XywF4wGnR1yqHtm-qx5jNDGcM6tti9cM7Hec2C4PVkluUi5jtOYgGK9e9xuobu0iV5UaAMm3cyKkcTuRXWG0O2nIPErp5jnIxG7fRCGItpgBETu9A25a1c6JdAp2wsEHDoo/s320/Saturday,%207:22JPG.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #181818;"><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">As I walked by the river, giving thanks for the day and for ee c</span><span style="caret-color: rgb(24, 24, 24); white-space: pre-wrap;">ummings</span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;">, the life of my uncle Dan came quietly to a close. </span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span style="background-color: white; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: times;"><span style="color: #181818; white-space: pre-wrap;">George Daniel Swanson, the youngest of my Dad's three brothers, big brother to our beloved Aunt Jan, half way </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(24, 24, 24); color: #181818; white-space: pre-wrap;">between</span> </span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;">my parents and me in age, was a wonderful uncle. Look how carefully he's rolling up my sleeve.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8BIjSqdJdVN4AgALoJhBA6-q9U7eVKPSPSnewn-Ph-Vwqko_2gANWLP3P7FdQpH8aUgBFcz_B9fkKVaPqiOWuWKzXGONZRyhQ16jZHUgFZvCkeJadYFxXI1iDs-s3r1x8vvmw_dLiAk3V_fQGkaD5009LwkWPlCCFas4LmQcgI1vxCC8DoMXK5u5daM/s309/GDS%201.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="275" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8BIjSqdJdVN4AgALoJhBA6-q9U7eVKPSPSnewn-Ph-Vwqko_2gANWLP3P7FdQpH8aUgBFcz_B9fkKVaPqiOWuWKzXGONZRyhQ16jZHUgFZvCkeJadYFxXI1iDs-s3r1x8vvmw_dLiAk3V_fQGkaD5009LwkWPlCCFas4LmQcgI1vxCC8DoMXK5u5daM/s1600/GDS%201.jpeg" width="275" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;">He was the last of his generation so now I picture them all together; here at their home in Sag Harbor, which we all thought of as pretty close to Heaven,</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXbxbw6LWvhjt_HljaGqHoHlXrpVauKEGphoS3Z_ijlFnuSbjfu2O_IkYfTc5oNeRHphDpc7lx4ZScSv3DMN_lhJGMqN7uS-ZJVGf2cV-QxtvZ2VOPwH7Yei5tnGjf4QQ8bRjBxdLQhPxmHamYdwifuH07tGDsF6hwP3EFHC7PDT4TRcq9Cz77iIUNgs4/s465/family%201936.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="349" data-original-width="465" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXbxbw6LWvhjt_HljaGqHoHlXrpVauKEGphoS3Z_ijlFnuSbjfu2O_IkYfTc5oNeRHphDpc7lx4ZScSv3DMN_lhJGMqN7uS-ZJVGf2cV-QxtvZ2VOPwH7Yei5tnGjf4QQ8bRjBxdLQhPxmHamYdwifuH07tGDsF6hwP3EFHC7PDT4TRcq9Cz77iIUNgs4/s320/family%201936.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;">And here, probably on their way to church.</span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOiITjvC6H4Zf8b3BwBJtMpw9fgJCW7TvwctXrohTJrDpuhpNZy9RiOfkuabZPuKEXpydR4d02Xmp5ClqIpC9ZDsmyeFn6anHC158Qe12CRbzdipyD7Y90XgjzZRiV7K2UVHx5p3FmUKeB4TIkrZxYYPJ0yoHKUmuGJ-bQ6s9v7kVyV52ifpAj1FsaVs/s539/family%201942.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="441" data-original-width="539" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguOiITjvC6H4Zf8b3BwBJtMpw9fgJCW7TvwctXrohTJrDpuhpNZy9RiOfkuabZPuKEXpydR4d02Xmp5ClqIpC9ZDsmyeFn6anHC158Qe12CRbzdipyD7Y90XgjzZRiV7K2UVHx5p3FmUKeB4TIkrZxYYPJ0yoHKUmuGJ-bQ6s9v7kVyV52ifpAj1FsaVs/s320/family%201942.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> Dan was his mother's Valentine baby, born on February 14. She often told me the story of Dan's birth. Her first baby, little Betty, died in infancy and then she had three boys; my Dad,</span><span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14); color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dave and </span><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;">Jack. Then she supposedly tried for another girl and got Dan. Some friends offered condolences on yet another boy but she said, "How could they think I was disappointed? All I wanted was my own baby!" She loved her boy Dan and a year or so later, she got her girl, Jan. There was room in her heart for all of them.</span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;">The home in Sag Harbor may not actually have been Heaven but it was pretty idyllic. Here's my rendition with what we called the Big House top center and an osprey's next behind it.</span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWBT7Tx8QkjCNRYB-J0jBoBHFeCTtIhMYRyyw5Rx3qpP7MRtTCGY5N8gFSSh9vPkU8OF3MwSaBImMOe5dNgDrdRN1BLq0wJJpVAKB9LJCcPm7KUVxTmbY8L9mK3s3MHJiKnEGosJmJiPCExVnOmZQaZyS06E-cKGVxEPfE9dBF4DZO6xrTW9CDWrQlEk/s1681/828.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="1681" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWBT7Tx8QkjCNRYB-J0jBoBHFeCTtIhMYRyyw5Rx3qpP7MRtTCGY5N8gFSSh9vPkU8OF3MwSaBImMOe5dNgDrdRN1BLq0wJJpVAKB9LJCcPm7KUVxTmbY8L9mK3s3MHJiKnEGosJmJiPCExVnOmZQaZyS06E-cKGVxEPfE9dBF4DZO6xrTW9CDWrQlEk/s320/828.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: times; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">It was a big house but not big enough for four active boys, so my grandfather, here called RSS, built what came to be known as the Boys’ House. Inside it was just a room with a balcony reached by a ladder with a row of beds for the boys and the counselor--a young man hired every summer to keep the boys in line. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">I asked Dan for his memories and he said;<i> "</i></span><i><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">The Boys’ House was built for the ’40 season. Bobby and Davy used to de-pants me and throw my pants and underwear into the rafters where I had to retrieve them with a pole.</span><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">To pee at night was a pain, because the</span><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">firemen’s ladder to the sleeping loft was very hard on bare feet. So one of us bypassed the toilet and peed out the window until there was forensic evidence for RSS to see, when the offending brother was dealt with.”</span></i></div><div><i><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></i></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here's Dan in the Putt-Putt, the car my grandfather built<i>.</i></span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRx878aNyCGa8uJWwIB5BOCqT04z5Frazks060DAtFGsTCI8qpczyMUz7dl-vt9AqMSyG7Hc3s24QODirqf7_dYY0-XUFQKUCFqJDXtd9-n-c2OSMXTTPICoZGC-pbuK7JOiCKaIe41U4kSduppD_U7_2JtS3NiUzNCGZOhENqHG-0BJTFZNyoPCudeDE/s404/Dan%20in%20the%20PuttPutt.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="270" data-original-width="404" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRx878aNyCGa8uJWwIB5BOCqT04z5Frazks060DAtFGsTCI8qpczyMUz7dl-vt9AqMSyG7Hc3s24QODirqf7_dYY0-XUFQKUCFqJDXtd9-n-c2OSMXTTPICoZGC-pbuK7JOiCKaIe41U4kSduppD_U7_2JtS3NiUzNCGZOhENqHG-0BJTFZNyoPCudeDE/s320/Dan%20in%20the%20PuttPutt.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div>And here it is a generation later with a motor and a lot of body work. Dan is on the right, helping.<br /><i><br /></i></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bA-V5BOZquSc6SYL_HzszOlG-9rBPER09SutMBV3Z5iaZnoGTmBGEArmNZv-Qg4hrlMOOJisO6xqsVMWIUk9kJ9o_8iPaUcyvW2L9bSH5eaY3Kh7E06FHNTRs7KiIVyb_e5bDddgCVjecf5s0ZdA5Gn-PLgmFY9add2JMQ-zQwlEwYAik0aZk9cXiyk/s497/PuttPutt.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="348" data-original-width="497" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7bA-V5BOZquSc6SYL_HzszOlG-9rBPER09SutMBV3Z5iaZnoGTmBGEArmNZv-Qg4hrlMOOJisO6xqsVMWIUk9kJ9o_8iPaUcyvW2L9bSH5eaY3Kh7E06FHNTRs7KiIVyb_e5bDddgCVjecf5s0ZdA5Gn-PLgmFY9add2JMQ-zQwlEwYAik0aZk9cXiyk/s320/PuttPutt.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div>Family times in Sag Harbor were always fun and Dan was a big part of it. Before I could waterski on my own he took me piggyback. That was great, but it wouldn't happen today--I didn't wear a life <span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14);">jacket! </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14);">I also remember that once Alan and I were riding in the car with Dan at the wheel and a black cat crossed the street ahead of us. Dan backed all the way up the street and went around the block to avoid crossing the cat's path. We thought that was amazing and never knew if he was really superstitious or he was teasing us. </span></span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;">In 1970 when the brothers sold the family business Dan and his wife Mary Gae </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14); color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">packed up</span><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> their three kids and moved to Kampala, Uganda. He learned Swahili and worked with an </span><span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14); color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">organization</span><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> that grew and marketed soybeans, in an effort to get protein into the people's diet. </span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWsYVW9UoSK7qTs6ALG-kwH2CS-990dhA17zt9cXfqCWt12O5WLaM_uqq5BCPUZy52pDZSfG1JnBN2g2MIo3W7f9fICwNuHyiOHUft6jzro-5PsCjG2tivfC2wsqB0-X2TMDZKbujuz-wnDOqtxqLhKp9yWDaaXOARiRj4cfqLfaPol-9bLq6-1kYg0SU/s1672/GDS%20family%20car.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1138" data-original-width="1672" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWsYVW9UoSK7qTs6ALG-kwH2CS-990dhA17zt9cXfqCWt12O5WLaM_uqq5BCPUZy52pDZSfG1JnBN2g2MIo3W7f9fICwNuHyiOHUft6jzro-5PsCjG2tivfC2wsqB0-X2TMDZKbujuz-wnDOqtxqLhKp9yWDaaXOARiRj4cfqLfaPol-9bLq6-1kYg0SU/s320/GDS%20family%20car.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">Here they are on Safari.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;">We missed them but they sent home great stories. They lived in the same neighborhood as Idi Amin and Danny, their eldest, had Amin's son as a classmate. When the <span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14);">official</span> motorcade went past their house, Amin would give Danny a wave.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;">They came home again, the kids grew up, there were three beautiful weddings in Sag Harbor and the grandchildren started coming.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QHQbfC_8JRIwZ977eCgJ88VQhqTukiiG3sAAVtslkeuL-R-oBA0Q7wGwTF4H-l6Yq8s0FpWE8meR-bRak-bGZeeTJ7Mz3MD4jqNhkxzEoil_3K6ltBhLxI2Gc57Kfa0-Qtckb0KFR8rhgQrwHWYqsx97rJyozCAjURGirdN4-xFRF0Lrn850DssGGYs/s1028/GDS%20whole%20family.jpg.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="606" data-original-width="1028" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2QHQbfC_8JRIwZ977eCgJ88VQhqTukiiG3sAAVtslkeuL-R-oBA0Q7wGwTF4H-l6Yq8s0FpWE8meR-bRak-bGZeeTJ7Mz3MD4jqNhkxzEoil_3K6ltBhLxI2Gc57Kfa0-Qtckb0KFR8rhgQrwHWYqsx97rJyozCAjURGirdN4-xFRF0Lrn850DssGGYs/w400-h236/GDS%20whole%20family.jpg.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: Times New Roman;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="caret-color: rgb(14, 14, 14); color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";">But then Mary Gae died in a terrible car accident.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oSwxQgZidHTzORIroPZI15KHAq6_wv9boX_ai0Jfid4YWnvNsXmN-R5TD3e6OKdztRfFcp8lAx_iWLSY2elH5Sr_wxY-H4zG_MEWKojTKhtEcuo7UpDwajSL32h9nFoO1y-pumxYn3WIfpejduNvZlrtNXKiKTSeasYiy_LsZHdFO7Yxs1G39B7OUug/s547/Mary%20Gae.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="508" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oSwxQgZidHTzORIroPZI15KHAq6_wv9boX_ai0Jfid4YWnvNsXmN-R5TD3e6OKdztRfFcp8lAx_iWLSY2elH5Sr_wxY-H4zG_MEWKojTKhtEcuo7UpDwajSL32h9nFoO1y-pumxYn3WIfpejduNvZlrtNXKiKTSeasYiy_LsZHdFO7Yxs1G39B7OUug/w186-h200/Mary%20Gae.png" width="186" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></div><div><span><p style="color: black; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">"How could it be Mary Gae?" I said, "the best person, so kind, so beautiful, one of the helpers in life--how could this have happened?"</span></p>
<p style="color: black; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">"Well, clearly," Arthur said, "it’s not a merit system."</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="color: black; font-family: times;">Dan was broken hearted, and for a while, feeling his life right as well be over, </span><span style="font-family: times;">considered going into a retirement home even though he was barely sixty. His kids rallied around him but he was lonely. And then he met Denise. </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEji1ZE8DB55-vkNBoy1fwlhzXgnxPW4C9_WtEzpCyYU7KMBXhQ_y_Y6PPqwO0_c1bnAAJPUj-xvwu_hGUzE54KoGq3SyjKVXvj0inMSlo_ULkepAxGiTQTAqpNQ9OKjAuDAu4QtC6LAbq7k_GjmpEQDX-kd-Cis3W2Z6I4Fam7upc7WoGFWkSwCcBFl8wk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="191" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEji1ZE8DB55-vkNBoy1fwlhzXgnxPW4C9_WtEzpCyYU7KMBXhQ_y_Y6PPqwO0_c1bnAAJPUj-xvwu_hGUzE54KoGq3SyjKVXvj0inMSlo_ULkepAxGiTQTAqpNQ9OKjAuDAu4QtC6LAbq7k_GjmpEQDX-kd-Cis3W2Z6I4Fam7upc7WoGFWkSwCcBFl8wk=w200-h175" width="200" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /> She was a wonderful gift to Dan and the whole family. He got a knee replacement and they had an active life with sailing and travel and great-grandchildren.</span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFavQsLDkDYSPopfhH2UMiNT4AgUd86PAbg3sSgvo1nln41HNpiM9ud68S9Vi6WeXWuIAlEZ7hm6E_9YhksnQzYoikTtartQ4G7lp384y0kix8KK0GGO43fxC5uXOgI3IJ-G7WxI8KIZrryg8WTAtJC5bhKMYqment7jHW2vtFnVEiiAjBSd2T_IV8Xq0/s890/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-26%20at%2010.59.45%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="890" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFavQsLDkDYSPopfhH2UMiNT4AgUd86PAbg3sSgvo1nln41HNpiM9ud68S9Vi6WeXWuIAlEZ7hm6E_9YhksnQzYoikTtartQ4G7lp384y0kix8KK0GGO43fxC5uXOgI3IJ-G7WxI8KIZrryg8WTAtJC5bhKMYqment7jHW2vtFnVEiiAjBSd2T_IV8Xq0/w200-h180/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-26%20at%2010.59.45%20AM.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;">Denise took good care of him and he lived to a great age.</span></span></div><div><span><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvFvSTPTCWgFtnQojONllftYT1_pAGDYFn-6lWJLh1O7dyVUD0AO7XSGZl1wTxpVY11OeaTvaOYv4xvBmSKHsmiYw9flN96ZeB2B3UJzrEEYrCws3cNX97wFbk1dKAQ9dwlptwFDyAOehqko8j4cIdEr7hNHLUp8KXrjLK4Bp8UVtjUbbmZuo3ztS10U/s1002/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-26%20at%2011.00.35%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1002" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvFvSTPTCWgFtnQojONllftYT1_pAGDYFn-6lWJLh1O7dyVUD0AO7XSGZl1wTxpVY11OeaTvaOYv4xvBmSKHsmiYw9flN96ZeB2B3UJzrEEYrCws3cNX97wFbk1dKAQ9dwlptwFDyAOehqko8j4cIdEr7hNHLUp8KXrjLK4Bp8UVtjUbbmZuo3ztS10U/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-26%20at%2011.00.35%20AM.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: times;">Remember the TV show, ER? When the character Dr. Mark Green, played by Anthony Edwards, is dying of cancer he has a last talk with his daughter, saying good-bye. His words have stayed with me all these years. He says, "Whatever you do in life, be generous."<br /></span><span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Dan was a man of strong faith who practiced boundless generosity. I once heard him snap at his brother, Jack, who warned him that his charitable giving was reaching the limits for tax deductions. </span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">"How could that stop me from giving?" he said.</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">When I was raising funds for a project at my church he sent one hundred dollars. I wrote a thank you note and he promptly sent three hundred. Doesn't that sound kind of Biblical? I write back, "Hey, Dan, this is a good trend." OK, so nine hundred was a little too much to expect, but it was still a good trend.</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">Since I got the news on Saturday Dan and his family have been much on my mind and the memories, which I cherish, have flooded back. I will always be grateful for the lessons of his life.</span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span><span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><span>Now, because sadness and joy so often come hand in hand, we welcome this week</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><span><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span><span style="color: #ff00fe; font-family: times; font-size: large;"><i>Jane Lily Ochs Golden</i></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><span>July 17th, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><span>6 pounds, 4 ounces</span></div><span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzZGpr2HBinGe8oDbALD4Z21hL50_yUb6m28kXna3NJe_EZmFmcnZQa8Ef7fpNBVRo4AqtQdCOPVDyguzUvcUCVoKvFjOn2xDGv-V-zv6gd-8YZl5_8fA4Q-iWCfXmcOwXNSPX5O8SfIq5sKwBf2P9yfE1snk8tmBYO5trSMa1ClbG9XOrbuprWrJFqw/s9606/The%20Stork-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="9606" data-original-width="7305" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzZGpr2HBinGe8oDbALD4Z21hL50_yUb6m28kXna3NJe_EZmFmcnZQa8Ef7fpNBVRo4AqtQdCOPVDyguzUvcUCVoKvFjOn2xDGv-V-zv6gd-8YZl5_8fA4Q-iWCfXmcOwXNSPX5O8SfIq5sKwBf2P9yfE1snk8tmBYO5trSMa1ClbG9XOrbuprWrJFqw/w152-h200/The%20Stork-2.jpg" width="152" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: times; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></span><p></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;">.</span></p><p style="color: black; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="color: black; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="color: black; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: times;"><br /></span></p></span></div><div><span style="color: #0e0e0e; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></div></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com183 Park Rd, Putnam, CT 06260, USA41.893265 -71.89406600000000914.360499667891446 -107.05031600000001 69.426030332108553 -36.737816000000009tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-39003289537088754332023-07-20T20:01:00.003-04:002023-07-20T20:01:56.284-04:00How Does Inspiration Come? <i>“One’s work is nothing but the long journey through life to recover, through the detours of art, the one or two great and simple images that first gained access to one’s heart.”</i> <div><br /></div><div> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> <span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Robert Beverly Hale quoting Albert Camus</div><div><br /></div><div>The first time I heard this quote, at an Art Student's League dinner, I thought, "Well, that doesn't apply to me." I was deep into my bird period; drawing their feather patterns was great practice for my pen technique but I wasn't a bird watcher or anything. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqVLxGFHXm_nDvVrweW93EzZw6UMnke3A4byCJ6D2cfjDFqheMC1oarEIM5QnEfsfL9ddUTFIgSvL9JFrNgWGq4BIK9wdheDv63dtPrh7UfoQHo76pmrPzUWEcshkng6ksKg04Tae0NN2PurREfoVqJWmYCfd7A6Q5MI5Nh_CQIzbTezYWc_TAz_QLpg/s2897/four%20Geese.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2131" data-original-width="2897" height="235" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqVLxGFHXm_nDvVrweW93EzZw6UMnke3A4byCJ6D2cfjDFqheMC1oarEIM5QnEfsfL9ddUTFIgSvL9JFrNgWGq4BIK9wdheDv63dtPrh7UfoQHo76pmrPzUWEcshkng6ksKg04Tae0NN2PurREfoVqJWmYCfd7A6Q5MI5Nh_CQIzbTezYWc_TAz_QLpg/s320/four%20Geese.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Then I went home for a visit and my mother said, "Let's have a slideshow. She pulled out all the old family pictures and</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9aoxjUh8k93hoz0-shktcR566vd2GhIcmmgN9DcQxv7zMtFzo0c3YKT-QFpYC4VtF8bE5aZ30Myn9MfI23-Ssh-FHh-a3BFe3B1kWOdHMAs45O2kcN0Rgyr3g4Mw0Kl1uq2n67kE4ZMX5-KVgigrCcKXuKlTvlmEmSHWJj-Zzhk89rLX7Pf7Yn5MH00/s576/Me%20and%20the%20Goose.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="518" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9aoxjUh8k93hoz0-shktcR566vd2GhIcmmgN9DcQxv7zMtFzo0c3YKT-QFpYC4VtF8bE5aZ30Myn9MfI23-Ssh-FHh-a3BFe3B1kWOdHMAs45O2kcN0Rgyr3g4Mw0Kl1uq2n67kE4ZMX5-KVgigrCcKXuKlTvlmEmSHWJj-Zzhk89rLX7Pf7Yn5MH00/s320/Me%20and%20the%20Goose.png" width="288" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Before this shot was accidentally cropped to the right there was a handsome Canada goose who was very interested in the bag of bread in my hands. SoI guess Camus was right.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then there's this.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4yCO0fbYZkn708Jfmf7m-k7MzFUJfv_aErHOGVGPXHLzlD82aSRjPcFUGbmCmEmDtkYMZB_fqmhGfebOhEI1xJpD8M83iwUPzU54QfCRT42LrRRfx0moswGvG2DWCjgSlMUEiYlzYAgdXmn9XaVTT6Dqm_dTC17sT1U92IjxPh7v8IAlOKsXogC3K0s/s1078/Land%20of%20Make%20Believe.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1078" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4yCO0fbYZkn708Jfmf7m-k7MzFUJfv_aErHOGVGPXHLzlD82aSRjPcFUGbmCmEmDtkYMZB_fqmhGfebOhEI1xJpD8M83iwUPzU54QfCRT42LrRRfx0moswGvG2DWCjgSlMUEiYlzYAgdXmn9XaVTT6Dqm_dTC17sT1U92IjxPh7v8IAlOKsXogC3K0s/w400-h280/Land%20of%20Make%20Believe.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div>the Land of Make Believe, by Jaro Hess, published in 1930 and also sold in head shops in the '60's because it's pretty trippy. It hung on the wall of my room when I was very little and I spent hours in front of it, tracing that winding road with my finger, shivering at the scary places and counting my favorite characters. The starry night sky, the water, the castles, the tiny details all show in my work to this day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then there's Georgia O'Keeffe. </div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjEaeT_QuZ85BpjjPPgQk6lnU_pmIBpscW4qu7TN5ei0cOr78nlzLzbNPu5kJJbDt5PpVEQaQctMDI8TnM1Gmg6QIlDY9ijPRXfrNL9Rh76BKIhR-Zmlhkp-OVcfdReQ57OmTXxyarAPDoZSVfkco3X3cu9VyYJUlwIpQHFdxyjmUjA9phxKx3ViudI4/s848/O,Keeffe%20Clouds.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="482" data-original-width="848" height="182" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjEaeT_QuZ85BpjjPPgQk6lnU_pmIBpscW4qu7TN5ei0cOr78nlzLzbNPu5kJJbDt5PpVEQaQctMDI8TnM1Gmg6QIlDY9ijPRXfrNL9Rh76BKIhR-Zmlhkp-OVcfdReQ57OmTXxyarAPDoZSVfkco3X3cu9VyYJUlwIpQHFdxyjmUjA9phxKx3ViudI4/s320/O,Keeffe%20Clouds.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div><div>My work is not like hers although I did several poor imitations before I found my own style. The way she lived her life, her statement, "Just fill a space in a beautiful way," and this, "I decided that the only thing I could do that was nobody else's business was to paint. I could do as I chose because no one would care." That was not only inspiring, it gave me a way forward-to <i>just do it</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A chance remark from my grandmother started me on my Baseball Series. She said, </div><div><i>"Did you hear Tommy John's been traded to the Angels?"</i> I was off and running, putting Yankees in celestial settings or Heaven, thus exercising both my love of architecture and my anatomy lessons.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUgdHJA4-fjgJ17JP2JMFkez6XlccRxIYZ2WSO3v0CYrGOknWBfkkljFctKINVjHCPKLUiTc_TNXM-FABievL_L3y8sBOiujRfS8brb6nngdC1P8RvlcOX2mAUeLSB4sQ9J_jrJo166svKGFUfwuMJMHUx8M3atNKj_bg0h8eX2_xb14uQs2K1Grv-qk/s2577/03_Bernie%20at%20the%20Gates_%20Pen&Ink_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2577" data-original-width="1913" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEUgdHJA4-fjgJ17JP2JMFkez6XlccRxIYZ2WSO3v0CYrGOknWBfkkljFctKINVjHCPKLUiTc_TNXM-FABievL_L3y8sBOiujRfS8brb6nngdC1P8RvlcOX2mAUeLSB4sQ9J_jrJo166svKGFUfwuMJMHUx8M3atNKj_bg0h8eX2_xb14uQs2K1Grv-qk/s320/03_Bernie%20at%20the%20Gates_%20Pen&Ink_18.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>This is "Bernie Williams Catches a Fly Before a Medieval Depiction of the Gates of Jerusalem."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The muse has been generous with me; she also brought me Saint Barbara, the pelican and the rhino.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">What has she given you? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1g-uYl81FYDA-ALPWGWlbTgpl53ewyeU5eSTG4hXYG9DbBfJ-ZOtjAk4DgcbM3enbU5d6zl2_rB8jfRi93iXiXkELr2Ej_Th_ASOv3lYzT50B6pkECbnzNz2lnyHjRmj6rvQqsH36El0eNqTSjgNXw1QZrTClGLLe_0Wy1X-t6pl2na_79inCE-kz3BU/s2032/reliquery%204JPG%20copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1524" data-original-width="2032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1g-uYl81FYDA-ALPWGWlbTgpl53ewyeU5eSTG4hXYG9DbBfJ-ZOtjAk4DgcbM3enbU5d6zl2_rB8jfRi93iXiXkELr2Ej_Th_ASOv3lYzT50B6pkECbnzNz2lnyHjRmj6rvQqsH36El0eNqTSjgNXw1QZrTClGLLe_0Wy1X-t6pl2na_79inCE-kz3BU/s320/reliquery%204JPG%20copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Almost finished!Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com287GFRCVR+VC40.8446992 -70.558875817.482541241664386 -105.7151258 64.206857158335623 -35.402625799999996tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-23344489623639529892023-07-13T22:58:00.002-04:002023-07-13T22:58:57.955-04:00Art and Engineering<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have two bits of news today. First, last Friday Molly, Jessie and I </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsZfSvBuDBqxu0GSNFH8eMG99Huv3m1rjJOCe-o3dq6gaG02K9kNPfp6OLWnUPawCD4HYIkvvLGmyCuH2lTElMNPV1Xus5z9GRz4U3OOitGtKF1wc2kfT_LDjIxDJ7CuhAJMZp0k1Ww9JjO4UXVJZ9B_8bDdIcmBDFDVPTgnDZwrYbI7xaOAbyS6wccA/s2088/we%20three.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="1566" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsZfSvBuDBqxu0GSNFH8eMG99Huv3m1rjJOCe-o3dq6gaG02K9kNPfp6OLWnUPawCD4HYIkvvLGmyCuH2lTElMNPV1Xus5z9GRz4U3OOitGtKF1wc2kfT_LDjIxDJ7CuhAJMZp0k1Ww9JjO4UXVJZ9B_8bDdIcmBDFDVPTgnDZwrYbI7xaOAbyS6wccA/s320/we%20three.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">went to the Whitey Museum to see the work of </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jaune Quick-to-See Smith</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgon_bQLil0_JiHpvX3glsKkFpe7B6vjd-bCPPv1bwsp1lZHDznTuaxaI1qsTeraVWa6mPmtuWGMoF8YyNdcl9TbtHzzSZfRkaWbHv57JY8jaW7Qn49fkMv_WJnC9rxnQhR8SUHX2k_TY1A7_shhKiCg_BNewirEOb47kGFXdhO1gaPokvTDOomXbLq-dg/s774/Jqtss.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="774" data-original-width="538" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgon_bQLil0_JiHpvX3glsKkFpe7B6vjd-bCPPv1bwsp1lZHDznTuaxaI1qsTeraVWa6mPmtuWGMoF8YyNdcl9TbtHzzSZfRkaWbHv57JY8jaW7Qn49fkMv_WJnC9rxnQhR8SUHX2k_TY1A7_shhKiCg_BNewirEOb47kGFXdhO1gaPokvTDOomXbLq-dg/s320/Jqtss.png" width="222" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My dear friend, Morton Winston, gave me a rule for viewing art with kids--keep it short and immediately administer vitamin I (Ice cream). So then we met Arthur and Russell for lunch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tqEH12f93aAU5eDOKPvWaruxygffVbXmusJB46fsNLGgl_9HioQ70tKslLJDX07oI4mzA7QvMHEKKEHYteKO21ddiCKgNQP22y5u273dd0wvRJC1bou7Zu6LavOeKd24TzyEhA84FoldO9GDXgY78hIwMEsAsiqPsuU4e49Fw9RJLApewCjstoKIOUg/s1512/Molly%20and%20Russell.HEIC" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1478" data-original-width="1512" height="313" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tqEH12f93aAU5eDOKPvWaruxygffVbXmusJB46fsNLGgl_9HioQ70tKslLJDX07oI4mzA7QvMHEKKEHYteKO21ddiCKgNQP22y5u273dd0wvRJC1bou7Zu6LavOeKd24TzyEhA84FoldO9GDXgY78hIwMEsAsiqPsuU4e49Fw9RJLApewCjstoKIOUg/s320/Molly%20and%20Russell.HEIC" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I also gave Molly some homework. I'm a fan of Austen Kleon, who wrote <u>Steal Like an Artist</u>, a terrific read. We all take from each other, whether we call it inspiration, appropriation, stealing or imitating. My teacher Frank Mason said, "If you take from another artist, don't borrow, because you won't want to give it back."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the work of Jaune Quick-to-See Smith you see references to many other artists which to me shows the depth and breadth of her life and work. I pointed out a few to Molly and suggested she look them up. She's off to camp now but maybe in the dog days of August I'll remind her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hOEdebLf0loDhg3jK0mez5luPrybntQfAcuHlm0v89jEJoJEf6WJ2N2IIhf1LFvK8s32RKi3w4hz01CmQOsE5xlrc0GcVLL-NHOZO9i_ikctO_OHMFWhvl5oMYMZGsKFHcZ5wkWK_tMtR-uTO2smldq2aaV7_O9QuGDZzh8d1-ZYGQxFG0tz09-lTcc/s2032/jqtss%202.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1278" data-original-width="2032" height="201" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7hOEdebLf0loDhg3jK0mez5luPrybntQfAcuHlm0v89jEJoJEf6WJ2N2IIhf1LFvK8s32RKi3w4hz01CmQOsE5xlrc0GcVLL-NHOZO9i_ikctO_OHMFWhvl5oMYMZGsKFHcZ5wkWK_tMtR-uTO2smldq2aaV7_O9QuGDZzh8d1-ZYGQxFG0tz09-lTcc/s320/jqtss%202.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Here's a map of the United States, with the state names that come from Indian, indigenous languages. Jasper Johns painted US maps but I don't think she's copying him. It's a big subject.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1MW7O7WRG7WYXws4ajfR4Kx_pXDx_AHFtR5icI2yPZ0onAzKCTXs2_5PEeMVjt8vWsduxgXUB7xS-jCBQU45JT2PjRC-vVFuwjk0P_ky54x_qEQVnXr3W33l6OLscUGsj0K4XTmTSs5yqzEFIOVhBqUfgUvSzAYrRo5Jr79WedRyumsAT6h2RbnMRqQ/s1570/jqtss%203.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="928" data-original-width="1570" height="189" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1MW7O7WRG7WYXws4ajfR4Kx_pXDx_AHFtR5icI2yPZ0onAzKCTXs2_5PEeMVjt8vWsduxgXUB7xS-jCBQU45JT2PjRC-vVFuwjk0P_ky54x_qEQVnXr3W33l6OLscUGsj0K4XTmTSs5yqzEFIOVhBqUfgUvSzAYrRo5Jr79WedRyumsAT6h2RbnMRqQ/s320/jqtss%203.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>This is a series of drawings she made about General Custer, who died in the Battle of Little Big Horn. His widow waged a PR campaign to create a heroic myth about his doings, but historians have disagreed with that view. On the bottom row, second from the right, Smith refers to Marcel Duchamp's </div><div>"Ceci N'est Pas une Pipe," which explores the difference between image and reality, but adds one word to make it "Ceci nest pas une <i>Peace</i> Pipe." <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_ZdB8sG8Lv_JTvFWDXhJTyW8eApl_MTgrk3zFawQRPg02C3eU66n9w0ANat4YAnemfa8u4_B6bwZoUfpKtFRyygpdiDjGdfs33jxPOJyKgg5nrJnq_CRApNYmoIG-ujJAu4vgCIzzxQ6TNaIGDVijiGS0VZ5gARDOsidqWethVDSyevf_hClQ3b-r7s/s560/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-11%20at%2012.43.37%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="392" data-original-width="560" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_ZdB8sG8Lv_JTvFWDXhJTyW8eApl_MTgrk3zFawQRPg02C3eU66n9w0ANat4YAnemfa8u4_B6bwZoUfpKtFRyygpdiDjGdfs33jxPOJyKgg5nrJnq_CRApNYmoIG-ujJAu4vgCIzzxQ6TNaIGDVijiGS0VZ5gARDOsidqWethVDSyevf_hClQ3b-r7s/w200-h140/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-11%20at%2012.43.37%20PM.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then there's Picasso. It seems like we can't get away from his influence. Here, Jaune Quick-to-See Smith</div><div>adds two iconic details from his Guernica, made in1937 for the Spanish Republic Pavillion at the Paris World's Fair to protest German bombing of the Basque town of Guernica during the Spanish Civil War.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstrTGW0t3C2ExPLjrBVy0XogjwPrzdQnNxSVVrQjzX535JCl2vKejRo1AxJVKLyxXggrpcaqHGHSaQFrUgLJoOPQo6bbqZlq5z68Ys5Kbl_LgXZyVVT7OvuIlflkp40o6PZ3bENrwuMFRkrJGHZ3YmuxZh6Xrf23goMAHn_pt6ydz0syuH9QBVz5kAa4/s1838/jqtss%206.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="1838" height="137" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjstrTGW0t3C2ExPLjrBVy0XogjwPrzdQnNxSVVrQjzX535JCl2vKejRo1AxJVKLyxXggrpcaqHGHSaQFrUgLJoOPQo6bbqZlq5z68Ys5Kbl_LgXZyVVT7OvuIlflkp40o6PZ3bENrwuMFRkrJGHZ3YmuxZh6Xrf23goMAHn_pt6ydz0syuH9QBVz5kAa4/s320/jqtss%206.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQA4mya123r9redJlFzYA2JY24rr-aFmU1dR1VnMLN3Qd5m4J4x8iNK2_KGLgffmnSZ8FKOR-TepK36QO_RILcQT68vQtYiplqFCwbNDFWAE53DTar8JQzwfoB4hpVvo1TK80Md5Ovaw58hhJjQwmNMVW2d_dw_tVGqZHaOZHY2jgfjcqP4HR5cMASRw/s1664/guernica.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="746" data-original-width="1664" height="143" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQA4mya123r9redJlFzYA2JY24rr-aFmU1dR1VnMLN3Qd5m4J4x8iNK2_KGLgffmnSZ8FKOR-TepK36QO_RILcQT68vQtYiplqFCwbNDFWAE53DTar8JQzwfoB4hpVvo1TK80Md5Ovaw58hhJjQwmNMVW2d_dw_tVGqZHaOZHY2jgfjcqP4HR5cMASRw/s320/guernica.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>This pretty much says it all about the horrors of War.</div><div><br /></div><div>Okay, Molly. Finish braiding your lanyard and get to work. You have some learning to do. </div><div>I think everybody should get to the Whitney at Washington and Gaansevoort to see this wonderful artist.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's something else that's exciting. My brother send me this from The Washington Post.</div><div>.............................................................................................................................................................................</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: start;">How do you dig a 2-mile tunnel under a river? Inside the $615 million effort to clean up the Potomac.</strong><br style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: start;" /><span face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-size: small; text-align: start;">A massive drill is digging a tunnel deep beneath Alexandria that will keep millions of gallons of raw sewage from seeping into the Potomac River.</span><p style="caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: start;">Read in The Washington Post: <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://stocks.apple.com/ARFnPndORSo2gfIXcBMQIkw&source=gmail&ust=1689368757981000&usg=AOvVaw3rzJuIoGmz8zLfb-ZfZUZd" href="https://stocks.apple.com/ARFnPndORSo2gfIXcBMQIkw" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://stocks.apple.com/<wbr></wbr>ARFnPndORSo2gfIXcBMQIkw</a></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">...........................................................................................................................................................................</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRjyA-B-oWR2_wrS7vM-Eq4bMX5yoCYtinpXbrm7wakGo3Fp5cd3APg8eyaTDUFDr0wiycNHsfU4u4fEqhJLe5qgUccSpShWfUJ6H4mJYiIC0mGC7VcHzLlrbjFvfEGHzk5paC_o5LI0RLI0r9VOYrP1rrtaRQNKQOM46RHzfTaqn7DV6aynG6hb5XtA/s1532/St%20B%20in%20the%20mine%202.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1170" data-original-width="1532" height="244" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlRjyA-B-oWR2_wrS7vM-Eq4bMX5yoCYtinpXbrm7wakGo3Fp5cd3APg8eyaTDUFDr0wiycNHsfU4u4fEqhJLe5qgUccSpShWfUJ6H4mJYiIC0mGC7VcHzLlrbjFvfEGHzk5paC_o5LI0RLI0r9VOYrP1rrtaRQNKQOM46RHzfTaqn7DV6aynG6hb5XtA/s320/St%20B%20in%20the%20mine%202.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We're getting so much scary news about the climate that I look for anything to give me a little hope and this is a big thing. They're cleaning up the Potomac! And look who's watching over the Project!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFwHeB92H-6R0nYdc_2cvyzx-dZ3VAb4j37FRJ_a2A9Iztq5Zn3zE8Ip5puB3_BopKAsKBDRFWfg57IfDqOAMNVnSytk4u8vCNWoUhJ4mBA6uJPACooqnzr7juhlk_0-NlcgvkadfDSDi9mIkqqRQr5DH0Tnqzch7MZmu4CnxhWyV-UOvmD5dR2L6V4Y/s890/St%20B%20in%20the%20mines.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="644" data-original-width="890" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFwHeB92H-6R0nYdc_2cvyzx-dZ3VAb4j37FRJ_a2A9Iztq5Zn3zE8Ip5puB3_BopKAsKBDRFWfg57IfDqOAMNVnSytk4u8vCNWoUhJ4mBA6uJPACooqnzr7juhlk_0-NlcgvkadfDSDi9mIkqqRQr5DH0Tnqzch7MZmu4CnxhWyV-UOvmD5dR2L6V4Y/s320/St%20B%20in%20the%20mines.png" width="320" /></a></div><p>A wooden statue of<span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: medium;"> </span><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: Dancing Script; font-size: large;">Saint Barbara</span>, the patron saint of miners, watches over the workers. It's traditional to name mining equipment after women so this drill was named for Hazel Johnson, a Chicago activist known as "the mother" of the modern environmental justice movement. </p><p>Mother Earth has suffered a lot from mining so we, and Barbara have a lot to atone for. This is a good start.</p><p>and speaking of doing good, I thought Alan was sending me news of his son, my heroic nephew, Danny, who is just retiring after 17 years of working for Senator Dick Durban, ending as general counsel to the Senate Judiciary committee. I call him Danny because I'm his aunt but he's actually Dan. He's one of those people you never hear about who do stupendously hard work to make life better for everybody. He's my hero. You can view Senator Durban's tribute to Dan on the Senate floor on Youtube right here.</p><p><a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://youtu.be/OHDCdLvKnKk&source=gmail&ust=1689370434208000&usg=AOvVaw0rwtbk7ihQuGgft4xhDRJS" href="https://youtu.be/OHDCdLvKnKk" rel="noreferrer" style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/OHDCdLvKnKk</a></p></div>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com087GFVGX6+3F40.8976798 -70.488812518.707290802662683 -105.6450625 63.088068797337314 -35.332562499999995tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-19463092206785055012023-07-06T22:14:00.000-04:002023-07-06T22:14:04.847-04:00Stories of a Banker<p>I'm thinking of starting a Russell Hudson Sherman Book Club, </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawmU0rcP_IIay3pjrWikUeHV6HPkLHKqe9LxoGOWxSeblqI_7Xwz7OhFZ7fUYcMGKW1eEBna7hApd9HGD1mwfaymsp_R6cic2Y0yTmUVD0D1_CYXvSSnBOMFsHSG_dr8DUTa_gFDb8-PsG7S5QMzym2mhLX06fY6kgSRYHWRoKc0GvvOlgnyXA8pCJ6w/s2052/Russell%207:6.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2052" data-original-width="1934" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawmU0rcP_IIay3pjrWikUeHV6HPkLHKqe9LxoGOWxSeblqI_7Xwz7OhFZ7fUYcMGKW1eEBna7hApd9HGD1mwfaymsp_R6cic2Y0yTmUVD0D1_CYXvSSnBOMFsHSG_dr8DUTa_gFDb8-PsG7S5QMzym2mhLX06fY6kgSRYHWRoKc0GvvOlgnyXA8pCJ6w/s320/Russell%207:6.JPG" width="302" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>based on the choices he makes for his chewing habit. The latest was my mother's High School yearbook. </p><p>Mom grew up in Smithtown, Long Island,<span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> a small town, in those days surrounded by potato fields, where everyone knew everyone. </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";">I was shopping with her at Lord and Taylor in New York City years ago when the salesman looked at her American Express card and said, </span></p><p><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span> <span> </span></span>“Bank of Smithtown!</span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";">I’m from Smithtown.”</span></p><p><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman"; white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mom said, “Oh, really?</span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";">what’s your name?”</span></p><p><span style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span> <span> </span></span>“Bill Glamore.”</span></p>
<p style="color: #181818; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“I dated your father.”</p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span> <span> </span></span>That’s a small town. </p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>A banker in a small town knows everyone--and probably their parents and grandparents. He knows their business as well. Here's an ad placed by the Bank of Smithtown. Of course all local business supported the school and wished the graduates well. That was poignant because this was 1944 and many of the boys were going off to war if they hadn't left already. </p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Here's the ad from the local bank, who felt the need to impart some life lessons to the graduates.</p><br /><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">HERE ARE SOME OF THE SHORTSIGHTED </span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">VIEWS OF LIFE:</span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>LIVING beyond one’s means for appearance sake.</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>WITH increased earnings, desire to increase spending.</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>TOO MUCH SHOW, living for today, making no preparation for tomorrow.</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"> <span> <span> </span></span>AlI OF THIS may be human nature, but it’s the curse of our time.</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">IT IS THE CAUSE OF </p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">…WANT</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"> …FAILURE</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"> …DISTRESS</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"><span> <span> <span> </span></span></span>THE SURE WAY to be prepared for unexpected misfortunes is to have a bank book </p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">in your name showing an increasing balance with growing interest credits.</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 15px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">USE OUR BANK; it is here for the use and benefit of everybody in this community.</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 24px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">BANK OF SMITHTOWN</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">SMITHTOWN BRANCH, N.Y.</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">MEMBER FEDERAL DEPOSIT INSURANCE CORPORATION</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;">MEMBER FEDERAL RESERVE SYSTEM</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">
</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="text-align: left;">I can picture my maternal grandfather, Harry Brown, writing this copy. He started working at the Bank of Smithtown in 1928. Here he is at around that time with Mom and her brother.</span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICdahQFwlCFcWik8BUmyOrMrokFzDHDgsBvwSbWtTAgTYwuzk6RG9y3W3RamkbDdVEep1z8q5YrOlOhk7nJ_sRb65XR0RRl4czsbdD81XenKCknM6EltJdd8GpNYk2sFjhhIb1zwTyc3FaCXvVDemmySB1Dh11c21E19FADdwDQIiHH7yzQl09_kTVyo/s182/The%20Browns.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="182" data-original-width="113" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgICdahQFwlCFcWik8BUmyOrMrokFzDHDgsBvwSbWtTAgTYwuzk6RG9y3W3RamkbDdVEep1z8q5YrOlOhk7nJ_sRb65XR0RRl4czsbdD81XenKCknM6EltJdd8GpNYk2sFjhhIb1zwTyc3FaCXvVDemmySB1Dh11c21E19FADdwDQIiHH7yzQl09_kTVyo/w198-h320/The%20Browns.jpeg" width="198" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"><br /></span><p></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 15px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 12px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span style="text-align: left;">He served continuously--first as cashier, chief operating officer</span><span style="text-align: left;"> and then executive vice president.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> </span><span style="text-align: left;">In 1956 he was named the bank’s fourth president.</span><span style="text-align: left;"> You can read more about him in my post of November 9, 2019; <a href="https://www.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/4333502817170567263/446888720083961577">PopPop Brown </a></span></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p></div>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> From what I observed h</span>e loved his job and the connection it gave him to his community. He had many stories. One lady who applied for a loan but had little to show for collateral invited him to her home. She showed him the cold cellar where she had put up shelf after shelf of food from her garden. He looked at the array of shining jars and said, “Anyone who works that hard and is that thrifty will pay back our loan.” And she did.</p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>And then there was the lady who said, </p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Harry, I want a new mink and the sales are on but I’m not liquid at the moment. Will you float me a loan?” <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>“Well, what do you have for collateral?” he asked. She put her hands on her hips a la Mae West, ogled him and said, “Harry, do you really have to ask?” </p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">She later came in and modeled the new coat for him. He loved telling that story; I think it made him feel kind of roguish.</p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He could be tough, too; he repossessed a man’s car on Christmas Eve. When we told him that seemed pretty cruel he answered, “I was the making of that young man!” Apparently having his car repossessed was the wake up call the young man needed to turn his life around. </p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span> </span>To PopPop, honoring one’s commitments was the basis, the cornerstone of an honorable life and financial responsibility was inextricably tied to character. He believed that, he lived it, and was able through his work and his position to teach it. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMzCiGgsmrMG0baqSBQ6_PycyJpD370dD0B71-9gmCwRuLvlWhw7U56IA1noNPcMkRsEaza3PEHiqBy160prV3HqXd6FoKO9DkskqYgNl45cHFSOVILMVeBGsOG5fDnEza5sQ48UOeouJ5b7emOQyew7ah1IG8mqVNUSkga8iuawcra5RwMBYwnBGMXI/s472/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-06%20at%201.01.54%20PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="472" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBMzCiGgsmrMG0baqSBQ6_PycyJpD370dD0B71-9gmCwRuLvlWhw7U56IA1noNPcMkRsEaza3PEHiqBy160prV3HqXd6FoKO9DkskqYgNl45cHFSOVILMVeBGsOG5fDnEza5sQ48UOeouJ5b7emOQyew7ah1IG8mqVNUSkga8iuawcra5RwMBYwnBGMXI/w200-h195/Screen%20Shot%202023-07-06%20at%201.01.54%20PM.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"> I'm happy to have found that ad and the memory and insight it's brought me but Russell--that's enough with the books!<br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span> And, finally, I've begun a new drawing.</span><br /></p><p style="font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Y_ibolW4W2VJtyICgPR7epZVadRvG15rkrsOblc_PC9KOK5lowllJDlhPKnLseahXHAj2lZHC--fUdUXkzTqF22jVp80fCc-qtpui5r-ReGbsogdlkCTQgqID9ZgLCqlkc7k3zd83mYD_yfoA9TiIV-RshuRLI3N3j0tJ2T_OO7w6YpXfkaZjAzug7k/s1901/Reliquery%201%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1458" data-original-width="1901" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Y_ibolW4W2VJtyICgPR7epZVadRvG15rkrsOblc_PC9KOK5lowllJDlhPKnLseahXHAj2lZHC--fUdUXkzTqF22jVp80fCc-qtpui5r-ReGbsogdlkCTQgqID9ZgLCqlkc7k3zd83mYD_yfoA9TiIV-RshuRLI3N3j0tJ2T_OO7w6YpXfkaZjAzug7k/s320/Reliquery%201%20copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">This is inspired by a photograph of a reliquary I saw in The NY Times. I just like the shape and don't quite know what it will be. some kind of pavilion, maybe--or a folly!</span><p></p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com1PPQM+RJ Barnstable, MA, USA41.7395861 -70.265878317.935402915669215 -105.42212829999997 65.543769284330779 -35.109628300000026tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-72276065326870503542023-06-29T22:18:00.000-04:002023-06-29T22:18:04.504-04:00June 30 Bad News and Good News<p>Yesterday the front page of The NY Times said, "The Earth's Axis is Shifting, and We're the Reason."</p><p style="text-align: center;">"Groundwater Pumping is Factor in Altering the Planet's Spin"</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOxiP9cijDAYG6q5UTlDUkPfBy7HKLlxkxBSBy0mjFozTpIJTbnRMqMPl-WjJtbRqZkGZPQdQmZ3HXvATtyBm7QKBCvcqndIAirX6VeAGxuoDYwdoOL1BwZ3NOgg2v-kZGGVCOpqcrKdr3s7kJT63ipz0G10DWNTZPa2-x5XUhjYpqIDS9LIj-rwfQpB4/s1570/the%20Earth.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1570" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOxiP9cijDAYG6q5UTlDUkPfBy7HKLlxkxBSBy0mjFozTpIJTbnRMqMPl-WjJtbRqZkGZPQdQmZ3HXvATtyBm7QKBCvcqndIAirX6VeAGxuoDYwdoOL1BwZ3NOgg2v-kZGGVCOpqcrKdr3s7kJT63ipz0G10DWNTZPa2-x5XUhjYpqIDS9LIj-rwfQpB4/s320/the%20Earth.JPG" width="308" /></a></div><p>Did you know that the Earth wobbles on its axis like "a badly thrown Frisbee?" </p><p>Yikes! And OY! How in the world have we gotten to this state and how in the world do we fix it?</p><p>I have no idea, so I'll just look for something to feel good about. Here's something;</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJD8DLuIrdliwz8U6FCNbsOs_PioZhjziFq5w1ik0Yx_dUjPYFOvlhc4ErGNI8n307wJ65jheCUhG3SBbUQj-hWYGeh6G7oRW1b5xY5OYIRVJ_baPMv3V4eUdmpb592S1PkRF7SPQv-C6Gjgdg71G3Wf5qs4xqVUeYosezK6cqfdoTvxngjIY7AVXpGE/s2032/Planting.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJD8DLuIrdliwz8U6FCNbsOs_PioZhjziFq5w1ik0Yx_dUjPYFOvlhc4ErGNI8n307wJ65jheCUhG3SBbUQj-hWYGeh6G7oRW1b5xY5OYIRVJ_baPMv3V4eUdmpb592S1PkRF7SPQv-C6Gjgdg71G3Wf5qs4xqVUeYosezK6cqfdoTvxngjIY7AVXpGE/s320/Planting.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A new tree on Washington Street! The crew was very nice when I thanked them, and one of them held my coffee cup and Russell's leash while I took this shot. Trees do a great job of removing carbon from our air, so let's thank them and take good care of them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">More good news! A perfect game pitched by a Yankee! Congratulations to Domingo German.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQ0zKHOpW4mVDVG4m_7O23e9Zj-jf5gC-p3lCK4TL2PkGAvX0-PiRA8w7lLzUEDzHPAw9eT04t5VLItqN5jpMyEJ4R9P_3glJoThhZZFQv4vl0Kgw9lEUFC8hIvwkuN0l7D0kV4H73cWIBYPwAnW-8t5Cv4aMxTWxxpxKMOjqFjUIYILApZAF1AhFCh0/s2029/YogiandDon-4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2029" data-original-width="1519" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPQ0zKHOpW4mVDVG4m_7O23e9Zj-jf5gC-p3lCK4TL2PkGAvX0-PiRA8w7lLzUEDzHPAw9eT04t5VLItqN5jpMyEJ4R9P_3glJoThhZZFQv4vl0Kgw9lEUFC8hIvwkuN0l7D0kV4H73cWIBYPwAnW-8t5Cv4aMxTWxxpxKMOjqFjUIYILApZAF1AhFCh0/s320/YogiandDon-4.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is Yogi Berra and Don Larson celebrating the only perfect game pitched in a World Series Game.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">David Welles pitched a perfect game on my birthday a few years ago. It's a great achievement but I'm afraid I always feel bad for the other team.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My personal good news is that I can finally say <span style="color: red; font-family: Dancing Script;">FINI</span> to several drawings that have been lurking around my studio since January.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_z3SwKTKQt9iE5imQ3OLRiV8oITV_yGUJSjuC4SyCKaw8Bcpot8kJ8TQoxIVJOJYScdjyQTOmoC3fgq-ikWYR3pRkgXG-e6ULSkP7jlc8sEATMTzHi63WYWk1tfvP89mwCWoqjl7EbvV6bO5lj9TZ9JUG4t8sgvG_JpB_qj9FFDlRI5sfwHgkEeaVpg/s2479/IMG_6271%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2479" data-original-width="1880" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0_z3SwKTKQt9iE5imQ3OLRiV8oITV_yGUJSjuC4SyCKaw8Bcpot8kJ8TQoxIVJOJYScdjyQTOmoC3fgq-ikWYR3pRkgXG-e6ULSkP7jlc8sEATMTzHi63WYWk1tfvP89mwCWoqjl7EbvV6bO5lj9TZ9JUG4t8sgvG_JpB_qj9FFDlRI5sfwHgkEeaVpg/s320/IMG_6271%20copy.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Queen Elizabeth now has a face.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYQZe_qwT--QGiCy8JiMtspvQUsdM5kmMJRiVI8li63LeV0BVGbH7UdMGqo1txelIQYuJgsYBry8Ug1AdQsQK9RilEoOOahY4KTa_4Q6ADbChmbHZ4b_dyAN1yVpAoimmS_LTtFqz8GceWTcOSitqHqL8e_WaRLH8K4aGaqDFXTEsOcUDU_OD_XNsZXw/s2408/IMG_6280%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2408" data-original-width="1829" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYQZe_qwT--QGiCy8JiMtspvQUsdM5kmMJRiVI8li63LeV0BVGbH7UdMGqo1txelIQYuJgsYBry8Ug1AdQsQK9RilEoOOahY4KTa_4Q6ADbChmbHZ4b_dyAN1yVpAoimmS_LTtFqz8GceWTcOSitqHqL8e_WaRLH8K4aGaqDFXTEsOcUDU_OD_XNsZXw/s320/IMG_6280%20copy.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Red Pagodas with Cranes, all done.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLCwg4ibkNnTovmJlvwUHhLpsCPTRMOkCXITWqbV-DR_MTsET0Z3QXbMBmtXntkIexAG0yNVheHImtTCT_8GFbRql4zm7y9TEB7lf100411PdLp2K93JsqUGCHdbb_DpnB8hez5B9d7IIdp880a3Br17h91pcKCbia_WF73Pmon9LpRTgo07UzsI-0iU/s2402/IMG_6277%20copy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2402" data-original-width="1818" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLCwg4ibkNnTovmJlvwUHhLpsCPTRMOkCXITWqbV-DR_MTsET0Z3QXbMBmtXntkIexAG0yNVheHImtTCT_8GFbRql4zm7y9TEB7lf100411PdLp2K93JsqUGCHdbb_DpnB8hez5B9d7IIdp880a3Br17h91pcKCbia_WF73Pmon9LpRTgo07UzsI-0iU/s320/IMG_6277%20copy.jpg" width="242" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">This is one I found in my flatfile--I'd forgotten about it!</p><p style="text-align: center;">And, finally,</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0vcypBu_IMXX30ivVaSQ_Knk6fY4hFPv4srL9YTSpiTbpuP97NgpvtHpszePoVTzGDWGVqzW85SnkLQl-QHzc1I1ZDNXB0xLcmxk7xHqjuNm1zkjmcy57aZtWVKpJWdar-4qZZoqiFiGGhCgAodND32sEjvzANmwyO61_eDxu6oFy1ZM2pTCEUqerIc/s4525/Big%20House%2012.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3226" data-original-width="4525" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0vcypBu_IMXX30ivVaSQ_Knk6fY4hFPv4srL9YTSpiTbpuP97NgpvtHpszePoVTzGDWGVqzW85SnkLQl-QHzc1I1ZDNXB0xLcmxk7xHqjuNm1zkjmcy57aZtWVKpJWdar-4qZZoqiFiGGhCgAodND32sEjvzANmwyO61_eDxu6oFy1ZM2pTCEUqerIc/s320/Big%20House%2012.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> Big House</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></p><p>I'm happy to be done with these and ready to move on to something new. </p><p><br /></p><p>but enough about me. Here's good news from a perfect stranger. As I was walking on Greenwich Avenue this week I saw a couple sitting on a bench outside the wonderful bakery, Mah-ze-Dahr. The man was coughing violently and I noticed a cigarillo in his hand. Should I say something? </p><p>I caught his eye and said, "You've gotta quit smoking!" He jumped up and said, </p><p>"Let me tell you something about my life. Ten years ago I was using drugs, homeless, no job, no money, no nothing. Then I met this woman," he nodded toward his companion who did not smile, "and turned my life around. Now I'm working, I've got money, I'm married--smoking's the only sin I got left."</p><p>What could I say to that? I thanked him for sharing and asked if I could take a selfie.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNLprs_4YYonUUpZkIo7ZfolnfWNQvY3NlT-dTyYejwe3ZM_Ya0pbsta8m2yHJ3d0LVSmiATQElZKk3kGj_OTtvcTlKrCzoZTtwHJ2JBxvL80GEQoEH8wb_TGY8i0oatkifIE8hdKrbtgI2cEcCevFcXtyWsD-qfRLlV0svHeNtSuN_zSV-R9EDZY2q8/s2088/Smoking%20man%20.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2088" data-original-width="1566" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMNLprs_4YYonUUpZkIo7ZfolnfWNQvY3NlT-dTyYejwe3ZM_Ya0pbsta8m2yHJ3d0LVSmiATQElZKk3kGj_OTtvcTlKrCzoZTtwHJ2JBxvL80GEQoEH8wb_TGY8i0oatkifIE8hdKrbtgI2cEcCevFcXtyWsD-qfRLlV0svHeNtSuN_zSV-R9EDZY2q8/s320/Smoking%20man%20.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I still think he should quit smoking.<p></p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com287HC7PM6+2P41.2825907 -71.288143313.041631772725928 -106.4443933 69.523549627274065 -36.1318933tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4333502817170567263.post-62177097320266858452023-06-22T22:21:00.001-04:002023-06-22T22:21:29.808-04:00So Much to Celebrate!<p>June is a month for celebrating! Besides dads and graduates we celebrate Juneteenth, the end of slavery, no matter how late the message came. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewOlUkB141pXOqBEqloWvoXk2z_HLz0Jz-EK0K6WTOnpU_17bPtn_4Vf9ZW6Q9CqHBCTV-iQ0KZDS1OV1NYQ6pIKKNLubid7q5SxvTzSRwPLra3tvBOKvqx3QuWYrMZ82FGQJiTvMOes_WaNPiKzHyGsMNyvO7TTRDnAH0-LAMYU-SMrjIrY_pH9a_3E/s2032/red%20for%20flag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1524" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewOlUkB141pXOqBEqloWvoXk2z_HLz0Jz-EK0K6WTOnpU_17bPtn_4Vf9ZW6Q9CqHBCTV-iQ0KZDS1OV1NYQ6pIKKNLubid7q5SxvTzSRwPLra3tvBOKvqx3QuWYrMZ82FGQJiTvMOes_WaNPiKzHyGsMNyvO7TTRDnAH0-LAMYU-SMrjIrY_pH9a_3E/s320/red%20for%20flag.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";">But there's more! June 12 is Loving Day, the anniversary of Loving v. Virginia, the aptly named 1967 Supreme Court decision that vacated the two 1-year sentences of Richard Loving and Mildred Jeter Loving who each pled guilty to a law criminalizing marriage between persons of different races, on the grounds that the Virginia statutory scheme violated the equal protection and due process clauses of the Fourteenth Amendment. </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br /></span></p>
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<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Still More! In 2025 it was cited in Obergefell v. Hodges, which held that Michigan, Kentucky, Ohio, and </p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">Tennessee’s statutory definition of marriage violated the Fourteenth Amendment and recognized a </p>
<p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;">marriage between two people of the same sex when their marriage was lawful, licensed and performed out-of-state.</p><p style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOqYD0CmsLBXFz27c8zB-6GjOQpEWh2oDOMArRHuWSBUYBZIIR780EsQDtZn8bReuulx7OtRmR_n4Z5YQWy_3z4ub99B3McYXd__GdSw6uYMzJT7n1LojfeCkeJ2LrCDE3A6HOr6UC7Iw2B0hsYzUPWHFQf0uTbWuTOf9bak5dl9a52YT58xK2euexuw/s1532/green%20for%20Flag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1149" data-original-width="1532" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOqYD0CmsLBXFz27c8zB-6GjOQpEWh2oDOMArRHuWSBUYBZIIR780EsQDtZn8bReuulx7OtRmR_n4Z5YQWy_3z4ub99B3McYXd__GdSw6uYMzJT7n1LojfeCkeJ2LrCDE3A6HOr6UC7Iw2B0hsYzUPWHFQf0uTbWuTOf9bak5dl9a52YT58xK2euexuw/s320/green%20for%20Flag.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;">Think </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;">about your attitude toward same sex marriage just a few years ago. Think about what it took to change minds. think of the brave and dedicated people and the hurdles and setbacks they faced as they worked to enable everybody to pursue happiness in their own way. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;">Now there's a </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">backlash from those who can't abide what? People being happy? I heard a definition of a Puritan as one who is haunted by the thought that someone, somewhere is happy--I guess it's not just Puritans. Some of the battles we thought to be won need to fought again. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-align: left;">That reminds me of this quote from Agnes Martin,</span></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQyq-nOXqD7LMCT6JWzh5Axn0bpH_2Y77qYF4QYv2uJyeirBO9ty4lZEiu3fIWt_Ei9aXkx5Jr08XMu9dxge1pL-BSko0snAYr2L4ub3pbhWijVjlddnLyf_d6devtkT4r96iQMLI1nqOQVcTBZG-SYpT1Ua7EVwyW9bjMIA3YgkhTjIawnaCSRbkSLA/s1532/Blue%20for%20Flag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1149" data-original-width="1532" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQyq-nOXqD7LMCT6JWzh5Axn0bpH_2Y77qYF4QYv2uJyeirBO9ty4lZEiu3fIWt_Ei9aXkx5Jr08XMu9dxge1pL-BSko0snAYr2L4ub3pbhWijVjlddnLyf_d6devtkT4r96iQMLI1nqOQVcTBZG-SYpT1Ua7EVwyW9bjMIA3YgkhTjIawnaCSRbkSLA/s320/Blue%20for%20Flag.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><i><br /></i><p></p><p><i> "Of all the pitfalls in our paths and the tremendous delays and wanderings off the track I want to say that they are not what they seem to be. I want to say that all that seems like fantastic mistakes are not mistakes, all that seems like error is not error; and it all has to be done. That which seems like a false step is the next step."</i></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9idJ4VaivckWqoMZj6jy3LKg9gw1FTJSURw3E43S95VM2CdoFHJAeFmGA5LKDEqEl6906Z5YFFnB1lllwvISmIXPlPqsShXbPHTi2VGGtB860jwinfG3GiDjLYlveRQHsND7mIiIYKSsbX0pj-E4hJbI1-krBLt9j1xseCgZ2h_H3ROK7s3YSyGPx6o/s1938/purple%20for%20flag.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1938" data-original-width="1257" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit9idJ4VaivckWqoMZj6jy3LKg9gw1FTJSURw3E43S95VM2CdoFHJAeFmGA5LKDEqEl6906Z5YFFnB1lllwvISmIXPlPqsShXbPHTi2VGGtB860jwinfG3GiDjLYlveRQHsND7mIiIYKSsbX0pj-E4hJbI1-krBLt9j1xseCgZ2h_H3ROK7s3YSyGPx6o/s320/purple%20for%20flag.JPG" width="208" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>That reminds me that I used to tell my students, "If you make a line you don't like, don't erase it. Leave it because now you know where you don't want to go. Let it show you where you do want to go. And then move on. Don't let perceived mistakes slow you down."</p><p>So let us beat on, boats against the current tide, remembering always to love kindness, seek justice and walk humbly.</p>Barbara Swanson Shermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00808485510357083746noreply@blogger.com2H7R4+4W Gosnold, MA, USA41.5903389 -70.74266659999999317.159457726822538 -105.89891659999999 66.02122007317746 -35.586416599999993