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January 2005

Monday 31.

I am always doing things I can't do; that's how I get to do them.

~Pablo Picasso


 

And from the past few days these: _______

Sunday 30

A Horse.

Saturday 29

Russia.

Friday 28

When One Blind Closes Another Blind Opens.

"Surely all art is the result of having been in danger, of having
gone through an experience all the way to the end, to where
no one can go any further."

~Rainer Maria Rilke

Thursday 27

Studio 19.

The best place to find a helping hand is at the end of your own arm.

-Swedish Proverb

Wednesday 26

More Snow. It is snowing--again. I heard from a stock photo agency in Germany the other day; they feel they can sell some of my work in Germany. It costs me nothing. I simply need to upload some images to their site; this is what I will do today. At some point in the day, I googled Imogen Cunningham and Judy Dater. Later, I discover a new stock agency in Boston; I begin to build a site there as well.

"In 1979, Judy Dater published Imogen Cunningham: A Portrait, to celebrate Cunningham's (1883-1976) life and work as one of America's most important photographers. Coming out of the feminist movement of the 1970's, Dater and her photographs raise questions about societal gender roles and female identity. In Dater's photograph "Imogen and Twinka", Dater asks the viewer to think about preconceived notions of age and beauty.

In 1979 Dater was the recipient of a Guggenheim and her work has been featured in many important exhibitions around the country. She has three books published of her work: Women and Other Visions (1975), Body & Soul (1988), and Cycles (1994)."  PeterFetterman

Judy Dater, Imogen Cunningham and Twinka
Yosemite, 1974
Image Size: 8 x 10 in. Gelatin Silver Print
Signed on verso in pencil, $2000

"The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand."
~ Frank Herbert (1920-1986)

Tuesday 25

The Book of Job. I am wondering if it is possible to illustrate The Book of Job with industrial imagery. I think it is.

1MAKE HASTE, O GOD, TO DELIVER ME; MAKE HASTE TO HELP ME, O LORD.    
2Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul: let them be turned backward,
and put to confusion, that desire my hurt.    3Let them be turned back for a reward of their shame that say,
Aha, aha.    4Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say
continually, Let God be magnified.    5But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: thou art my
help and my deliverer; O LORD, make no tarrying.

~Psalm 70

Monday 24

A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose. Finally: a man from Boston who visited Studio 19 in June (In June!), during the Art Walk when my work was on display, e-mailed today saying he wanted to buy two of my prints; two of "Who Says They Cleaned Up Times Square;" and a man I have been talking with in Chicago about Helena's work finally bought a print today. Patience, Bruce, Patience. This will help to pay down some debt. One small step and one giant step.

Sunday 23

Tilton Hilton. The house across the street from where I live is condemned. 

Saturday 22

I See Signs.

Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.

 ~Marie Curie

What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.

~Friedrich Nietzsche, The Twilight of the Idols (1899)

I was recently asked to think back to 11th grade and remember what happened:

1969, I was sixteen years old. A lot happened that year. We moved from the town where I grew up to a new town, much smaller and now that I think of it, one without any people of color.  Lyndon Johnson was president. And then Richard Nixon. Woodstock was held in Bethel, NY on August 15th - 17th: Over 500,000 hamburgers and hot dogs were consumed on the first day of the festival. The cost of: hot dogs $1;acid and mescaline $4. Approximately 400,000 people attended the show  and another 250,000 never made it to the site. Only 30,000  to 80,000 people stayed to watch Jimi Hendrix’s closing set.

A four door sedan cost $6,411. Sen.  Edward Kennedy pleaded guilty to leaving scene of fatal accident at  Chappaquiddick, Massachusetts. Apollo 11 astronauts—Neil Armstrong and Edwin E. Aldrin, Jr.—took the first walk on the moon (July 20).  The cost of a first-class stamp was $0.06.  The NY Jets defeated Baltimore (16-7) in  the Super Bowl. The NY Mets defeated  Baltimore (4-1) in the World Series. Midnight Cowboy won the Best Picture Oscar, the first and only time an X-rated movie received the honor. The FCC banned all cigarette advertising on television and radio. Children's Television Workshop introduced Sesame Street.

Best-selling books included:

  • John Fowles, The French Lieutenant's Woman
  • Mario Puzo, The Godfather
  • Philip Roth, Portnoy's Complaint
  • Jean Stafford, Collected Stories
  • Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

Nobel Prize for Literature was awarded to Samuel Beckett. Record of the Year: "Mrs. Robinson," Simon and Garfunkel. Album of the Year: By the Time I Get to Phoenix, Glen Campbell (Capitol). Song of the Year: "Little Green Apples," Bobby Russell, songwriter. Judy Garland died in 1969. And Jack Kerouac.

A three bedroom home cost $25,600. And Average income was $9,433.

"Scooby Doo, Where are You" was first aired and the Beatles "Abby Road" was released.

I was a star football halfback and was captain of the track team. I was elected Student Council President. I had a few girl-friends (Sue, Joyce, Katie) and many friends. It was a great year. That was then. This is now: ________________ .
______________________________________

"I have found that if you love life, life will love you back."
--Arthur Rubenstein
 

Friday 21

Dust to Dust. Each and every day the cemetery out my window changes.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend
to Almighty God our brother <name>; and we commit his body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to
ashes, dust to dust. The Lord bless him and keep him, the Lord make his face to shine upon him and be
gracious unto him and give him peace. Amen.

~Book of Common Prayer (based on Genesis 3:19)

Past the gravestone markers this section of town was once called Canary Town; the housing was for laborers at a local factory which painted all the homes canary yellow. I guess, then, the people buried here are Canary Town residents, but I do not know for sure.

"I have learnt silence from the talkative, tolerance from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind."

~ Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)

Thursday 20.

Navigation of the Path.

"Where your work is, there let our joy be."

~Tertullian

Wednesday 19

Peace.

Tuesday 18

Maura. She cuts my hair.

Monday 17

Being Pensive.

Sunday 16

Sales.

 

Saturday 15

Meatballs. Daryl and Danielle (and Kiley and Mike--and Daisy) came over tonight for baked shells and  meatballs. Daryl had another operation this past Tuesday; he seems to be recuperating rather well--despite some pain. We watched a dog show on TV while we ate.

And thinking of meatballs (and Daryl) I am reminded tonight how he and I would lay in his bed when he was a little boy and read "Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs."  I love this book.

This site is fun.

Friday 14

Of Course. There is Ralph Gibson. Ah, Space Art just reminded me I wanted to go to The Air Force Academy when I was a child. But if I had gone to The Air Force Academy, I would not have been able to spend my summers life guarding:

Fascinating day: Christophe Brunski, who had called earlier in the week to inquire about Studio 19 gallery hours, stopped by to see the show and to see Helena's prints.

And old man from Easthampton, who had seen the story in Sunday's paper, stopped in and chatted with me for a rather long time. "Call me nosy," he said. I learned that during WWII the building was used as a manufacturing plant for the war effort and at one time also as a tobacco warehouse.

Thursday 13

Fog.

Wednesday 12

Maggie Nowinski. I wrote a letter of recommendation for her today.

Tuesday 11

Photos. Black and White Images from FSA/OWI.

Monday 10

Genius. I got goose bumps looking at the photographs of Vladimir Clavijgo-Telepnev. .

And last night Danielle and her friends came to Studio1 9 for their Annual Secret Santa. Photos.

Sunday 09

Photo and Story. Story reprinted below news clipping:

EASTHAMPTON - On a sunny morning, Bruce Barone's Studio 19 on the fourth floor of the Eastworks building offers a long view of distant worlds.

From his oversized window in the space that is both residence and gallery, Mount Tom stamps the horizon with a dark purple slash, mimicking the flat expanse of industrial rooftops that frame Barone's immediate view.

Inside the studio, the burnished wood floors and stark white walls offer 19 very different world views.

In the recently opened studio's second show, called "19@19," Barone exhibits the photographic prints of 19 international women artists. The show runs the gamut from Australian photographer Anjella Roessler's black-and-white landscapes of her country to Portuguese artist Ana Ribeiro dos Santos' difficult- to-describe manipulated photos of her paintings and watercolors. In between, there are figure studies, florals, a series of red eggs in white liquid, and nudes.

There is a surprising number of self-portraits in the show, none of which are more jarring than the four, in-your-altered-face, black and white close-ups of Florida photographer Caryn Drexl.

"They are so passionate," said Barone, gazing at Drexl's work. "She is constantly exploring her identity."

He calls her photographs "haunting." On an eerie evening of dusky light, the portraits might be called downright spooky. In one, the pores of Drexl's face are large, open, glistening. Barone identified the large drops of viscous fluid rolling from her eye and lips as "gold wax."

In a second portrait, Drexl's face is pasted with bits of broken mirrors. A third shows a passive woman, face veiled in a net of pearls. Most unsettling is the fourth photograph in which Drexl peels a mask of latex "skin" from her face. "It scares me," said Barone, "yet I can't turn away."

Canadian photographer Melyssa Anishnabie assembled and photographed objects, then "manipulated them in Photoshop," Barone said. Her bronze-colored photograph of her own pulled teeth, roots curled like fish hooks and dangled from leads of twine is described as "ritualistic."

Holyoke photographer Courtney Lynne presents herself in color, crawling on grass in two startling prints. In another beautifully composed photo, Lynne offers four full-figure silhouettes cavorting in framelike windows. Barone describes her work as having an "Alice-in-Wonderland feel."

Barone said that Lynne's work posted on the Studio 19 Web site attracted two publishers who called him for information about her, resulting in the purchase of her photos for use in two books.

The Internet plays a major role in Barone's search for promising photographers, he said. "I spent a lot of time looking at this work before I selected it for the show," he said.

In fact, he communicated "almost every day" with the photographers in "19@19" via professional photographers' Web sites. In the end, these 19 women were chosen, because "they have true commitment to photography and a definite way of looking at the world."
 

Saturday 08

Weegee.  I was thinking about Weegee today ("He will take his camera and ride off in search of new evidence that his city, even in her most drunken and disorderly and pathetic moments, is beautiful." - William McCleery in Naked City); looking at his photographs (see photo below). And I spent hours studying images at Masters of Photography.

It snowed and rained most of the day. I walked around the floors here at Eastworks and took a few photographs.

Friday 07

Swept Away.

Thursday 06

Moxie Soda. Out of curiosity I bought a bottle of Moxie Soda; and then I found this refreshing website, Hometown Favorites.

Wednesday 05

The Lonely Doll.  Fascinating interview on NPR this morning.

When she was growing up, author Jean Nathan learned to read with a book called The Lonely Doll. The children's title featured photos of a doll named Edith and stuffed bears who looked so authentic that Nathan believed Edith was a real girl.

Nathan has written The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll, a biography of the late author and photographer Dare Wright, who created a series of popular children's books that scores of girls grew up with from the 1950s to the 1980s.

Wright's troubled childhood was reflected in the Lonely Doll books. Her parents were divorced when Wright was three years old, resulting in her separation from her older brother. "I think that was the central trauma of Dare's life, losing both her father and her brother as a young child, and was something that stayed with her throughout her life," Nathan says.

"All of her stories turn on aspects of her own childhood, the fears of punishment and being abandoned... that then came out in these children's books," the biographer says.

Wright, who died in 2001, "was working out many of the things that troubled her through these stories," Nathan says. "I think that the reason that the books worked so well for children is in a sense they were written by a person who was a child herself."

This scene, in which Mr. Bear spanks Edith for misbehaving, was reprised in several of Dare Wright's books, including 1964's Edith and Mr. Bear.

The Lonely Doll, the first in a series, was published in 1957 and featured Edith, a doll from the author's childhood.

Edith and her companions, Mr. Bear and Little Bear

More on The Lonely Doll here.

And here the Dare Wright website.

and today was this:

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Tuesday 04

.

Judy
Garland
Sings
and I sing with her.

 

Monday 03

A few words a day.

the dead
flowers
a rosary
the hand reaches out

Great dinner here with Daryl, Danielle and Mike (and Daisy) tonight; homemade shrimp and broccoli pizza. And we watched the movie, Hero.

Sunday 02

Reading. To learn to write again.

Saturday 01

...

Every artists dips his brush in his own soul and paints his own nature into his pictures.

~Henry Ward Beecher~
Proverbs from Plymouth Pulpit
1887

Every man should be born again on the first day of January. Start with a fresh page. Take up one hole more in the buckle if necessary, or let down one, according to circumstances; but on the first of January let every man gird himself once more, with his face to the front, and take no interest in the things that were and are past.

~ Henry Ward Beecher ~

"Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I only understand only because everything I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love."

~ Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

And today I start

In Easthampton, Massachusetts
I went out early
On New Year's Day
To the Lower Mill Pond.
It is cold. It is gray.
I am alone, watching
The men on the far side
Of the Lower Mill Pond
As is their New Year's Day tradition
Burn their sins, words
On scraps of paper.
"Forgive me Lord," I imagine,
One man begins, "I am
Not always honest--not even
With myself. Reveal
The small lies and
Secret dishonesties
That I hide
In my life. Make me
Clean." And I hear a man say
As his paper scrap turns to smoke,
"Lord, help me,
Help me, not to crave
Things that are not
Healthy for me, making
Them my god."
This is this morning,
On The Lower Mill Pond
In Easthampton, Massachusetts.
It is winter.
I am not really alone. There
Are these men. And
Overhead the geese making honk honk.