Friday, July 20, 2012

Kamil Vojnar

Kamil Vojnar 'Flying Blind' Series 1996






Kamil Vojnar Born 1962 Moravia, Czechoslovakia
School of Graphic Arts, Prague
Philadelphia Art Institute
New York City
Paris, St. Remy de Provence, France

I was first introduced to  Kamil Vojnar in the 90's with the magazine image at left & did not even know the above uncut version existed until seeing the image again among my things recently. I was bowled over at the time with the ethereal quality of these angels who seemed to be taking flight before my eyes & this work continues to be a favorite piece. I wanted to see if I could buy a print so googled his work & low & behold found the image below that I had taken from ANOTHER magazine around 2002 & used in a collage piece that has since sold. Again, I was attracted to the ethereal quality image, not realizing it was also by Vojnar!




Thursday, July 12, 2012

Jimi Hendrix







In 1979 I was twenty-one, married to my high school sweetheart, & living not far from the Jimi Hendrix grave in a small cemetery in Renton, Washington. When we visited from time to time, Hendrix had a simple little ground marker etched with a Stratocaster Fender guitar, (drawn the wrong way as he was actually left handed & played it upside down). There were always a few bottles, joint or cigaret butts laying around, but I remember feeling glad he hadn't ended up in Pere' La Chaise Cemetery like Jim Morrison, with a rather embarrassing & graffitied head stone that still seems out of place in an otherwise beautiful setting. 

Jimi died in 1970 overseas in England when I was around twelve & he was twenty-seven. I certainly understood more about his talent & impact on the music scene by the time I was visiting his grave nine years after his death & married to a drummer, but instead of fading into the cultural wasteland, his genius & popularity has only become more legendary since his passing. We now have The Experience Music Project in Seattle, where he is showcased along with Curt Cobain, Pearl Jam & Quincy Jones, among over thirty other world famous musicians who also got their start in Washington.   

Imagine my surprise when I went back to visit 'Jimi' on my way home from a trip just a few days ago. I had a hard time even recognizing the now HUGE Greenwood Memorial Cemetery & the cottage industries that have sprung up around it over the last 30 or so years!
                                                 
THEN I SAW IT.  Smack dab in the middle of the park is a massive Mausoleum I'd read about a decade or so back, with it's images of Hendrix, hand written lyrics & even his autograph etched in marble. About 20 small plain markers inside a circle of purple flowers & grass are waiting for other relatives to arrive, I presume. His mother, who died when he was quite young is there now, while his dad & stepmother are buried alongside Jimi underneath the main slab. I stayed for about 20 minutes, watching many young & older fans stop by to read the lyrics, pay their respects & pose for pictures. I kept waiting myself to feel some of the old nostalgia, but something just wasn't sitting right with me, even with the original marker now mounted into the middle altar. I actually felt slightly nauseated & so decided to do some research online regarding the Hendrix back story when I got home. The following is some of what I found:

"Born Johnny Allen Hendrix on Nov. 27, 1942, in Seattle, WA, Jimi was the first of five children born to Al Hendrix & Lucille Jeter. His parents met at a dance in Seattle in 1941 when Lucille was 16 & she married Al in March of 1942, while pregnant. Al Hendrix spent Jimi’s first three years away in the Army while Lucille struggled with raising her infant son who was mostly cared for by family members & others during this period. He did have some sense of continuity was his grandmother, Nora Hendrix.

Hendrix's father left the Army in Sept. of 1945 & retrieved his son from a woman in Berkeley CA. He legally changed his name to James, although he was known as "Buster" from birth on. After his return to Seattle, Al reunited with Lucille, but found it difficult to gain steady employment & the family was impoverished. Like Lucille, Al struggled with alcohol & there were frequent fights, causing Jimi to withdraw & hide in a closet in their home. Moving often, they stayed in cheap hotels & apartments around Seattle. Throughout his childhood Hendrix was often dropped off to be cared for by relatives, which had an imprint on him that would remain for the rest of his life. Hendrix was a shy & sensitive boy, deeply affected by the poverty & family disruption he experienced at a young age. In addition to instability of his home, Hendrix in later years confided to two different girlfriends that he had been the victim of sexual abuse.

He had two brothers & two sisters, all of whom had disabilities & were placed in foster homes. When Hendrix was nine, his parents divorced. His mother developed cirrhosis of the liver & died in Feb. 1958 when Jimi was 15.
Around this time, he acquired his first acoustic guitar for $5 & learned to play by practicing several hours a day, watching others play, getting tips from more experienced players, & listening to records. He did a brief stint in the Army at 18 instead of going to jail & from then on until his death almost ten years later, he devoted himself to music.

Hendrix synthesized many styles in creating his musical voice and his guitar style was unique, later to be abundantly imitated by others. Despite his hectic touring schedule & notorious perfectionism, he was a prolific recording artist leaving behind more than 300 unreleased recordings. Hendrix is ranked number 3 on VH1's list of the 100 Greatest Artists of Rock N' Roll, behind the Rolling Stones & the Beatles. He has been voted by Rolling Stone & Guitar World as the best electric guitarist of all time. In 2004, Rolling Stone ranked him number 6 on their list of the 100 greatest artists of all time. Guitar World's readers voted six of Hendrix's solos among the top "100 Greatest" of all time: Purple Haze, Star-Spangled Banner, Machine Gun, Little Wing, Voodoo Child (Slight Return) & All Along the Watchtower. In 1992, Hendrix was posthumously awarded the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award.

When Al Hendrix died in 2002, his will stipulated that Experience Hendrix, LLC was to exist as a trust designed to distribute profits to a list of Hendrix family beneficiaries. A 2004 probate lawsuit challenged the will with charges from other Hendrix family beneficiaries that Janie Hendrix, Al's adopted daughter, was improperly handling the finances. Janie & a cousin of Jimi Hendrix paid themselves exorbitant salaries & covered their mortgages & personal expenses from the company's coffers while the beneficiaries went without payment & the Hendrix Memorial went uncompleted. In early 2005, judge Ramsdell handed down a ruling that replaced Janie & Robert's role at the helm of Experience Hendrix with an independent trustee. The Memorial in Renton remains unfinished."

 I'd say the moral to this story is, no matter how bad it gets, or who abandons you, there is still enormous potential in all of us who have a dream.. Even Jimi's death was circumspect & making someone a huge Mausoleum with THEIR money does not somehow make up for the neglect & abandonment when he was here. Rest in Peace, Jimi.  


Friday, July 6, 2012

Voice & Hand

 
Who knew how important it would be to me now that friends & family who have passed or faded away have left me their little treasures on post cards & letters; in Christmas & Birthday greetings. I was digging through old boxes the other day, cleaning out for a yard sale & like so many times before at some juncture, I was reading the words on a held page, touching & feeling the sentiments of an exciting trip, a lazy afternoon, or a milestone that was being lovingly shared with me. 

Sure, there are advantages to the immediacy of cell phones, the quick update over e-mail or sharing a photo album on Facebook. I send folks funny greeting cards virtually, am writing on my Blog right now & e-commerce is how I make my living! A real comfort to me currently are special voice mails I have saved over the last few years so I can hear my dads voice again whenever I need to.

Still, something has been lost; for me anyway. When I or someone else makes the effort to send a note or travel postcard these days, it's thrilling. I'm much more apt to read something handwritten over again, or to save it in that big, lovely box where once in awhile I still luxuriously linger with pages & pictures in piles of memories & love all around me.






Friday, June 8, 2012

Door Knockers

KNOCKERS in the city of Santiago, Spain

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Lost & FOUND!

I sell books on Amazon as well as Art on Etsy & today was one of those days when I ONCE AGAIN was frantically looking for a book I had sold. The problem with BOTH businesses is that they have taken over my sweet little cottage, making it an absolute nightmare to live here. Trying to organize all my stuff without a storage unit somewhere is a REAL drag, so think about THAT before you take these businesses on if you can't already relate!

Anyway, I'm past the point now of swearing, screaming & praying to the universe to 'PLEASE LET ME FIND THE F-ING BOOK!' & have already sent the 'sorry' e-mail to the buyer, offering to refund her money, at which point I will, as Murphy's Law states, find it!

I did find some things however that are FAR more important to my psyche. The last place I looked was in the shed outside, where I should not be keeping books anyway, but I was getting desperate. What I DID find was boxes & boxes of old college textbooks & supplies, in anticipation of going back to teaching again. My lawsuit over losing my job has just wrapped up after over two years since leaving the college, with NO financial settlement, yet with a HUGE emotional settlement.

 I STILL know now, as I did then, that I am a gifted teacher. There were waiting lists for my classes because I cared, was engaged & truly enjoyed the intellectual challenge of learning & sharing old & new discoveries with my students. Then ONE bitter, jealous & spiteful old bitch Dean came along about a year before I lost my job, ruining it for me & a lot of other dedicated faculty. Instead of wandering away & crying in my soup, I went to the President, contacted the EEOC & found a great lawyer. I spent two long years fighting against an unlawful dismissal. In the end she still has no awareness that she brought my career to a screeching halt. And, she also doesn't know that she gave me a rare gift as well. A shed full of textbooks & paper that can now go to the recycling center to make room for my new & much more creatively rewarding career.

Still no damn book, but a much needed unloading of a past that will surely make my load lighter & make more room for MY present & future.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

My Altar

My altar now has a photo of my dad & a carved wood St. Francis of Assisi he had for a long time. I still really don't believe he's gone, but the house sold & my mom will be moving to a retirement home soon, so maybe that will make it more real?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Anna Halprin: Dancer


                                                           “Aging is like enlightenment at gunpoint”.


Breath Made Visible: Documentary film about modern dance legend Anna Halprin who is 93 years old & has been dancing for the past 89 years! Se has created over 150 dance-theater works, especially in the area of the healing arts & movement. She continues to contribute to the dance world with her trademark humor.








Thursday, April 12, 2012

Lao Tzu

There is no need to run outside for better seeing
Nor to peer from a window
Rather abide at the center of your being
The more you leave it
The less you learn
Search your heart and see
For if she is wise who takes each turn
The way to do is to be

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Dad Memorial Slideshow


My brother Derek put this slide together of my dad for his Memorial on Saturday; from his baby picture up through his final months. There are photo's of ALMOST all the homes he lived in from England to Canada, to New Jersey to Long Island NY, to Mercer Island, Washington to Pennsylvania & back to WA again! The large white house with yellow awning is in Ontario, Canada where I was born before we moved to the states.


Google Art Project


Friday, March 30, 2012

The Invention of Hugo Cabret

                                        http://www.theinventionofhugocabret.com/index.htm
 

I saw the movie 'Hugo' for the second time today which is directed by Martin Scorsese & based on the children's book, The Invention of Hugo Cabret. I often like to see outstanding movies more then once, so I can look more into the background instead of just trying to follow the storyline. The amazing irony for me is that here is a modern day 3D movie extravaganza made with millions of dollars & special effects, that explores the FIRST movies ever made, in black & white, without sound, that were then hand tinted, frame by frame. To me, watching how these movies were made is even MORE fascinating then the movie Hugo is in itself!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Innocence Returns



It's interesting to me how the soft underbelly of those we love comes forth most profoundly in their birth & then in their passing.

I stood by my father's hospital bed the other night after our 'last' meal together of salmon, baked potato, green beans & fruit crisp, which he had gobbled down with gusto. He then motioned for me to lean down closer & closer until he could peck me on the cheek. I then kissed him on his head & he thanked me, as he had thanked Moe, the big black guy who turned him like a steak & the nurses who shifted his pillows or brought him ice. Chivalry until the end.

For all intents & purposes my father is mostly gone now, even as he lays in twilight in a nursing home on morphine drip. I wish he didn't have to lose his faculties or experience the shutting down of time & space & his organs. Somehow a head on instant car crash feels more humane. I don't want to make the drive again tomorrow to witness a disappearing shriveled shell that is no longer him, although at the same time I wish I was there holding his hand right now so he was not braving this journey alone.

I believe his soul is slowly arching away from the constraints of earthly plane. How strange though it seems that one so wearily encased can rally for that final flight! God Speed, Daddy Dear xo
                                                       



Tuesday, March 13, 2012

PINA ~ A MUST SEE Documentary

Directed by Wim Wenders
Featuring the Pina Bausch Dancers  
View the Trailer:  www.SundanceSelects.com  
Rated PG, 103 min.

'The mesmerizing Pina is about the work & life of Pina Bausch, which for her, was one & the same.' She reined as the artistic director of Tanztheater Wuppertal & 5 DAYS after her cancer diagnosis, died in 2009 at the age of 66. 'This demanded a unique solution for every documentarian's worst fear: the sudden death of your subject. Her death halted production for a time, but at the insistence of her ensemble, Wenders went ahead with a new structure', which is TRULY a lovely & profound LOVE LETTER to Pina.

Her dancers are a 'street normal' looking & dressing cross section of global movement magicians;  taking the dance outdoors makes for a fascinating juxtaposition of the urban & the body landscape is a wonder to behold as the dancers perform in & around a Northern German industrial town.

I am interested in what seemed to be her philosophy that a choreographer FACILITATES the creative process, not by hijacking the dancer's expression in HER OWN time & space, but instead through instilling a scaffolded empowerment structure within the individual & groups OWN breathing boundaries.

'Among other honors Pina is receiving posthumously is a first time German nominated documentary in the 2011 Oscar foreign-language category.' (By Marsha McCreadie & edited/added to by Diane Porter)


Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Gabe's Robot


GABE'S FOUND OBJECT SCULPTURE
ROBOT DUDE : >


MAMA'S SOOOOO PROUD!!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

LOURDES: An Important Film



I'm curious about religious 'Miracle' sites & the French film Lourdes, (2009, English subtitles), gave me a chance to virtually & vicariously visit, as this is filmed entirely on site, in the midst of everyday events, inside the buildings & outside on the grounds. At first I was mesmerized by the gigantic Disneyland quality of the visuals, but was quickly drawn in to a more immediate curiosity about the thousands who visit here for very personal & diverse reasons. There are few spoken words in this film & they're not really needed. The actors create their characters with astounding believability & Lourdes itself is, of course, the central star.

"Austrian director Jessica Hausner, takes her cameras to the French Pyrenean pilgrimage site of Lourdes, a mysterious, French-language ensemble piece about the role of miracles in a modern day world. The focus is on a young French woman, Christine, (Sylvie Testud), one of a larger group of pilgrims being shepherded around by Lourdes 'Order of Malta' volunteers, a gang of helpers dressed like fascists moonlighting as members of the St John Ambulance.

The characters are scripted, but the place is real & part of the film’s thrill, especially when coupled with Hausner’s often inscrutable attitude towards the place, is to watch her drama unfolding in such a location, both creepy & magical, dour & uplifting. Hausner has been given a privilege filming here & she uses it wisely. Gradually the drama tightens around Christine who is frail, pretty & blonde; she’s also living with M.S & is unable to move her body below the neck. Christine’s religious beliefs are unclear,‘I prefer cultural trips,’ she says, but the pilgrimage is having a strange effect on her & soon she’s the focus of everyone’s attention. Are we witnessing a miracle? Is Christine manipulating the situation? Is she really ill? Are we cruel enough to even entertain that last thought?

The beauty of Hausner’s film is just when you think she’s going to take a sneering swipe at Lourdes, its tacky trinkets & deluded visitors, the film takes a much more inquiring turn. Hausner is more comfortable opening the debate than closing it & some things are clear.Her photography is exquisite, evoking religious icons & her mastery of directing a group of actors at this exceptional location allows the film to maintain a strong ensemble feel, while never losing sight of the mysterious story at its core. There’s also a delicious streak of black humor that runs through the film & stops it from becoming too pious or maudlin. The result is a provocative & surprising pleasure that may persuade even the most hardened rationalists to reconsider what religion means as a sanctity to those who have few other choices in life.
" Author: Film Critic, Dave Calhoun (editing by me.) 

Friday, February 24, 2012

Driven to Distraction Etsy Tips

As a few of you know, my dad is having health problems, so I've been doing what I can by traveling two hours each way back & forth to visit, checking in daily, etc. I'm a woman: daughter, mom, step mom, sister, friend, ex-wife & self employed as an online seller on Etsy & Amazon...... like I said, a woman & juggling it all, right? WRONG.

In the last two weeks, I have sent the wrong order to a customer that needed HER order ASAP, so I had to overnight HER package the next day. The other customer then had to wait for HER package to be forwarded & was pushing up against her own deadline. When she finally got it, I had left out three pieces, two of which I couldn't find. Another woman ordered something I NEVER DID FIND & I just finished refunding her money AFTER I first sent it to the WRONG customer who was nice enough to refund it back to me.

TWO lessons come to mind, although I'm sure you can think of many more  :  /

1) When you go through your old item photos & realize you forgot to list it way back when, check your bins FIRST before you list it to make sure you STILL HAVE IT. 

2) When you bundled up & listed those items that STILL haven't sold, then get the bright idea to add to or take away from another listing & re-bundle it, TAKE THE OLD item down BEFORE you list the updated one to make sure that ALL the pieces are included.

FINALLY, if you have the luxury of taking a few days of vacation from your businesses to get yourself together when the next crisis hits, PLEASE DO. IF you're like me & DON'T have that option, then you're welcome to cut & paste this sad distraction tale on to your site to warn folks what they're in for.

Forget that. NOT in the best business practice manual I'm sure, but thanks for listening anyway.

Diane xo




Wednesday, January 25, 2012

NOVA Mystery of the Masterpiece

"In October 2007, a striking portrait of a young woman in Renaissance dress made world news headlines. Originally sold nine years before for around $20,000, the portrait is now thought to be an undiscovered masterwork by Leonardo da Vinci worth more than $100 million. How did cutting-edge imaging analysis help tie the portrait to Leonardo? NOVA meets a new breed of experts who are approaching "cold case" art mysteries as if they were crime scenes, determined to discover "who committed the art." And it follows art sleuths as they deploy new techniques to combat the multibillion-dollar criminal market in stolen and fraudulent art."

Monday, January 23, 2012

Searching for the Mentors Within

I spent the better part of this past week house bound from the BIG Northwest Deep Freeze, aside from some chilly walks through the snow to my friend Marsha's house. Marsha is a gorgeous, statuesque 73 year old with snow white hair, a delightful wardrobe & a vibrant quick wit. She creates stunning designer clothes, rows early in the morning on the Puget Sound, volunteers & has hosted 'Art Night' two times a month for several years now.

Her loyal friendship has been a Godsend to me since she showed up at my Art Studio Walk all those years ago. Gabe was yet to be 'fully' diagnosed, my marriage was yet to end & I was still teaching at a local college. Our mutual friend Suzanne was also still alive & on one birthday they graciously went in together to make sure I received this wonderful coat Marsha made, which I coveted but could not afford : >

A few days ago Marsha's husband, who was several years her senior, passed away at home. Three weeks ago we were walking together while she shared his diagnosis; then hospitalized, then on hospice & finally peacefully passing at home, the way it should be. I've been checking in on her daily & of course she's doing great. He was 16 years her senior, much less energetic & I sense some relief as she charges up the next hill of in her life story. I've been looking around for mentors lately as I navigate career change, aging parents & being an older parent to Gabe. Her, along with many other wonderful women who have so gracefully graced my life; some near, some far, some appropriately moved on, have been & are ALL part of my mentor quilt within. Thanks Lovely Ladies; you know who you are. xoxo





Sunday, December 25, 2011

Happy Holidays

Christmas in Bethlehem 12/25/11

Monday, December 19, 2011

New Mexico: My HEART Home

I've been to New Mexico only once, but visiting was a defining experience of my life. After graduate school, feeling shattered by the end of a relationship & writing  a thesis; I was completely spent & in desperate need of renewal. I'm largely an introvert who gets filled by time alone & felt a strong pull to go back to the southwest,
so I took a solo trip to New Mexico for about a month.
I landed in Albuquerque, rented a car & proceeded to drive about 4000 miles; north through Santa Fe, Chimayo & Taos, west to Ojo Caliente, Abiqui & Bandelier, south to White Sands & then east to Lincoln & Roswell.

I realized this was going to be quite the spiritual journey as soon as I landed; briefly stopping to see an old friend, then setting off through Indian Pueblo ruins, National Parks & broken down old colorful graveyards. Mostly I gravitated towards the old to ancient in the forms of hidden indigenous petroglyths & early Spanish churches. The Image at the top is the back of the San Francisco de Asis Mission Church in Rancho De Taos, painted famously by Georgia O'Keefe, & on the left is the view from the front of the same church after it has just been built. It IS the oldest surviving Adobe church in the United States.


"The Shadow of the Cross," is a life-size painting of Christ done in 1896 by French Canadian artist Henri Ault. Curiosity-seekers worldwide visit the parish hall 
in this church to see a mysterious painting that becomes luminescent in the darkness. In regular light the painting is a life size portrait of Christ standing on a rock near Galilee. When the lights go out the painting emits a glow & becomes luminescent with Jesus appearing in silhouette & a black shadow in the shape of a cross DOES appear over his right shoulder. According to the host who showed us the painting, scientists have examined the chemical properties of the paint & 
have confirmed that no radium or other luminescent chemicals or materials are present to produce the eerie glow, which was only discovered after the painting had been stored in the dark room & then 'glowed in the dark' when uncovered. It is a strange experience to experience this transformation.

El Santuario de Chimayo Church was built in l8l6 after a "miraculous" crucifix of Our Lord of Esquipulas was found in l8l0. The traditional story says on the night of Good Friday during the Holy Week,  Don Bernardo Abeyta suddenly saw a bright light springing from one of the hills near the Santa Cruz River. He climbed to the spot & saw the glow was coming from under the ground. He dug with his bare hands & there he found a Crucifix. He went & called his neighbors to see the precious finding & a group was sent to notify the priest, Fr Sebastian Alvarez at Santa Cruz. Upon hearing the extraordinary news, he went to Chimayo & carried the Crucifix in a joyful procession back to his church in Santa Cruz. Once there, it was placed in the niche of the main altar. The next morning the Crucifix was gone, only to be found again in its original location on the hill. A second procession was organized & the
Crucifix was once again returned to Santa Cruz, but again it disappeared! After a third attempt it became understood that it wanted to remain in   Chimayo & so a small chapel was built & the Crucifix is now the centerpiece of the altar here. This IS truly a magical place & is well known for it's healing dirt which is believed to have cured many ailments over the years. 

more later.........
 





















Sunday, December 4, 2011

Desending Angel

John Wimberley: Photographer
'The direction of John's photography took a radical shift in February of 1969. A profound experience while photographing a group of trees in Canyon del Puerto, California, caused him to switch to black & white. More importantly, he began to focus exclusively on what he perceived as spiritual aspects of the world with a long-term study of Jungian psychology, shamanism & spiritual disciplines.'