Sunday, July 29, 2012

Europa

"Europa"  Monoprint,  21 x 21 in.



































The Roman poet Ovid wrote of Europa’s seduction by Zeus-

And gradually she lost her fear, and he
Offered his breast for her virgin caresses,
His horns for her to wind with chains of flowers
Until the princess dared to mount his back
Her pet bull's back, unwitting whom she rode.
Then—slowly, slowly down the broad, dry beach—
First in the shallow waves the great god set
His spurious hooves, then sauntered further out
Till in the open sea he bore his prize
Fear filled her heart as, gazing back, she saw
The fast receding sands. Her right hand grasped
A horn, the other lent upon his back
Her fluttering tunic floated in the breeze.

"Europa" is one of many new prints and paintings on display in my solo show at the Hardware Store Restaurant Gallery August 3 thru September 5 with the opening reception August 3 at 6pm.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The Shield of Achilles

The Shield of Achilles,  Monoprint, (29 3/4" x 19 1/2")
The Shield Of Achilles
by W. H. Auden

She looked over his shoulder 
for ritual pieties, 
white flower-garlanded heifers, 
libation and sacrifice, 
but there on the shining metal 
where the altar should have been, 
she saw by his flickering forge-light 
quite another scene.

Barbed wire enclosed an arbitrary spot 
where bored officials lounged (one cracked a joke) 
and sentries sweated for the day was hot:  a crowd of ordinary decent folk 
watched from without and neither moved nor spoke 
as three pale figures were led forth and bound 
to three posts driven upright in the ground. 



The mass and majesty of this world, all 
that carries weight and always weighs the same 
lay in the hands of others; they were small 
and could not hope for help and no help came: 
what their foes like to do was done, their shame 
was all the worst could wish; they lost their pride 
and died as men before their bodies died.

She looked over his shoulder 
for athletes at their games, 
men and women in a dance 
moving their sweet limbs q
uick, quick, to music, 
but there on the shining shield 
his hands had set no dancing-floor 
but a weed-choked field.

A ragged urchin, aimless and alone, 
loitered about that vacancy; a bird 
flew up to safety from his well-aimed stone:  That girls are raped, that two boys knife a third, 
were axioms to him, who'd never heard 
of any world where promises were kept, 
or one could weep because another wept.

The thin-lipped armorer, 
Hephaestos, hobbled away, 
Thetis of the shining breasts 
cried out in dismay 
at what the god had wrought 
to please her son, the strong 
Iron-hearted man-slaying Achilles, 
who would not live long.

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Printmakers Hand

Northwind Art Center in Port Townsend WA is hosting an exhibit of fine art prints this month (July 6-29).

The show called “The Printmakers Hand” was juried by Sam Davidson of Davidson Galleries, Seattle WA and sponsored by Port Townsend printmakers guild Corvidae Press.
 
I was pleased to have Amphora Asterion, a Monoprint from my Asterion series, selected to hang in “The Printmaker’s Hand II”.

Amphora Asterion was created using paper stencils, Collograph and by printing dry pigment into wet ink. 

I am often inspired by Greek Black and Red amphora painting.  This new print was the first of many exploring amphora shapes as backgrounds and subjects.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Prints in Process

Poem By Kay Ryan

I marveled at how generally I was aided,

"the autobiography of Charles Darwin"

I marvel at how generally
I am aided, how frequently
the availability of help
is demonstrated. I’ve had
unbridgeable distances collapse
and opposite objects coalesce
enough to think duress
itself may be a prayer.

Perhaps not chance,
but need selects; and desperation
works upon giraffes until their necks
can reach the necessary branch.

If so, help alters; makes seven vertebrae
go farther in the living generation;
help coming from us, not from the fathers
not to the children.


Bless Kay Ryan and her words. She so aptly describes our evolution and also the reach that exceeds the grasp that is creative process.  For the past two months I have been attempting to churn ideas and stories into image.  Above are prints in process.