Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Activities With Childhood Art

One Sunday last month after church the sun was bright.  I cleaned off paintings I did mostly in junior high and high school and dried them in the sun.  Remarks from kind residents about this were what motivated me to call for an art studio in the residents' activity room.  Last Friday, after another hardware store effort to solve the mystery of how to hang some of the paintings, I came across some on-sale open frames at an outdoor tent clearance sale at a craft shop.  I had to take the bus back to where I lived for a list of the paintings and their dimensions.  However, back at the craft shop three of the frames did match paintings I had cleaned.  Today I put three paintings up, in open frames that were 5, 4, and 1 dollar at the clearance sale. 

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Some Awkward Objects - Read At Open Mike in July

Open Art Studio
At Friday’s King’s Books Poetry reading I read:  Some Awkward Objects 

Some Awkward Objects – Diary In A Jar, Relief Map, Art Tittled “Scenes From A Remodel” 

My video about a jar with a partly reuined diary insdie it featured the University of Washington Tyee from 1968 and books of poems I had from my first year at the U of Washington.

In 1968 I impulsively set the diary on fire, perhaps to recreate the burning of a torn on a junior high school relief map.  The town had a river, a castle on a promontory, trees, and more.  The fire was a solution to its decay on top of the ping pong table in our garage. 

I saw I did not want to do this to the diary, so I put the fire out and saved the pages in a mason jar.  My idea about old papers, old letters, is to save them.  When they dried, some of the entries could be partly read, mostly about 1961 to 1963 in Junior High School.  (My oild paint set was a birthday gift not a Chirstmas present.) 

I had brought the diary out again to write about a May, 1966 trip to Ellensburg with history classmates for the Model United Nations.  The Model United Nations trip by bus with classmates was in 1966, fifty years ago in May. 

During many months at the building I live in, residents have become more portable tenants to prepare for remodel plans, everyone has boxed things up.  As July came near, I found the building’s gathering area cleared of things, only to await redecoration.  Others joined in with me to also seize the day and use the space as an art studio.  However their other plans took priority.  The Fourth of July Art Show that materialized was small.  It included “Ruth and Pat Save the Plants”: which were stills from a video, “Blue House on G Street” 35-millimeter print scanned and printed on a computer, and of course, “Scenes From A Remodel.” 

By the fifth of July, work had begun near the art wall, although the maintainance man said it might not be possible to take that wall out because of the inside wiring.  The manager took the art down and put it on the table. The 4th of July Art Show was over.  I saved the photos from “Scenes From A Remodel” and put the cardboard box with holes in it into the dumpster on the alley.  

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Fourth of July Art Show

Hall lights were out this noontime, although the maintainance man said it might not be possible to take that wall out because of the inside wiring, the manager took the art down and put it on the table. The 4th of July Art Show might be over.  But yesterday, it was:



During many months at the building I live in, residents have become more portable tenants to prepare for building remodel plans, and everyone has boxed things up.  As July came near, I found the building’s gathering area cleared of things, only to awsait redecoration for a time.  Others joined in with me to also seize the day and use the space as an art studio.  Although their other plans took priority, the small Fourth of July Art Show materialized.  So, yesterday I set up the Art Show ahead of the festivity of its opening morning today.  

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Ginni and the Doll Museum Remodel - A Sad Day

Ginni costumed quickly on the upper floor of the doll museum.   The building felt quiet that morning, but Ginni only wondered if she was not on time.  But in the main hallway the Sailor Doll from the Lancastria and a Mary Ann Storybook Doll waited outside the closed entrance doors to their section of the Displays.  “Ginni, this announcement notice says the huge renovation as started,” said the Sailor Doll.

Over so many months the residents of the doll museum apartments, mostly employees of the doll museum, had forayed into packed closets, looked to the farthest hard to reach back areas of high cupboard shelves, swept dust from tops of tall bookcases.  Ginni had boxed and unboxed, packed and unpacked.  The previous week she had remembered another remote closet she had not put on her list.  The three of them, Sailor Doll, Mary Ann Storybook Doll, and herself, Ginni, Princess Summer Fall Winter Spring, gazed at the announcement notice.   

“It has been twenty-one months,”  the Sailor Boy commented.  Ginni gasped.  “It says, today they will cut down the trees.  Shadow!  Shadow! He was just with me, up in costuming.”   Shadow came ambling down the stairs at the end of the hall.

Across the lawn of the doll museum hurried Ginni, Shadow hurried beside. She had not stopped responsibly to change back into her everyday clothes.  At the apartments they saw it was true.  The trees at the doll museum apartments had been cut.  Before Ginni the Christmas Tree she usually decorated with a few popcorn chains for the birds was cut down and on its side on the ground. 

The vast remodeling project had truly begun.  It was a sad day at the doll museum, the day the trees were cut for the project.  Although the doll museum workers could look ahead to more aspects of the project, that there would be a new weather vane upon the higher point of the old stable, that there would be new flower beds for the garden gnomes,  the old trees were now cut and gone, and so they were sad.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Social Presence in the Pacific Northwest

Paul Constant at the Seattle Review of Books writes in "The Patron Poets of Open Books" that I am socially present in the Northwest, but Robert Sund was present in the Northwest with intense nature involvement.  It is an interesting comment, and I wonder how the intense contrast can be viewed. 

I met Robert Sund two times, once in San Francisco in association with Intersection, a literary group, and once when the Distinguished Poet Series arranged for Robert Sund to give a poetry reading at the Pantages Rehearsal Room in downtown Tacoma.  His opening reader was Deborah Miranda. 

Paul Constant places me at one end and Robert Sund at the other end of a line with all the other Northwest Poets in between on this intense Northwest nature involvement versus Social Presence Northwest involvement.  A lot of concrete near bus stops at the side of the road allots me the claim that I have never owned a car.  I have ridden a bicycle in Tacoma for over twenty-five years.  However, Robert Sund owned his own shack, I understand, from which he could roam in the woods, so if I am the phantom of the opera he was Snow White.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Creature From The Black Lagoon Featured On A Poetry Website

My poem Creature From The Black Lagoon is featured on a poetry website just now from Seattle.  The poem Creature from the Black Lagoon recreates a child frightened by The Creature that followed them home from the movie and hid in her closet.  Her inconsolable fear frightens the other child who runs for their mother.   The poem recreates for me a fear I held onto for so many years, and for different reasons thoughts about the past are an important part of life for me. 

I could rely on my parents and admire the younger people they had been.  It has been over thirty years since Dragon Gate published Shelter, during these years I have shoplifted time away from the big cash registers to spend with thoughts about my parents’ letters, papers, and photographs.  So I became bold and looked up Creature From The Black Lagoon at the Proctor Theater in newspaper microfilm to realize my mother probably brought us over to see the other feature,  Broken Lance, with Robert Wagner.  Robert Wagner portrayed a half-breed, Native American and American White, during a range war between the sheep and the cattlemen.  
 
I wish to share a 30-second video today on Facebook.  If I share the video it saves the video to some degree.  My video is about a jar with a partly ruined diary inside it.  I included the University of Washington Tyee from 1968 and books of poems I had from my first year at the U of Washington.  I impulsively set the diary on fire in 1968,  perhaps recreating the burning of a town on a junior high school relief map from our garage.  The town had a river, a huge castle on a promontory, trees, and more.  The fire was a solution to its slow decay on top of the ping pong table. 

I immediately saw I did not want to do this to the diary, so I put it out and saved it inside a mason jar.  My idea about old papers, old letters, is to save them.  Some of the entries could be partly read, mostly about 1961 to 1963 in Junior High School.  (My oil paint set was a birthday gift not a Christmas present.)  I had brought the diary out again to write about a May, 1966 trip to Ellensburg with history classmates for the Model United Nations.    The Model United Nations trip by bus with classmates was fifty years ago in May.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

My Grandmother Amanda Died Fifty Years Ago This Month

Amanda Malm entered Lowell School in 1896 soon after her August, 1896 immigration to Tacoma with her mother and younger sister.  They joined Amanda’s father, who immigrated to Tacoma from Finland in 1887.  She was eleven, her sister Johanna Maria about nine or ten.  In 1955 Lowell School celebrated a reunion, and Amanda and her children, among them my mother, appear in the newspaper article as the family with the most Lowell School pupils from the past in attendance.  It was in April 1966, that my grandmother died.  She was seventy-nine.  My grandmother died fifty years ago this month.