by Bea Garth, copyright 1988, 2009
This was my first ceramic sculpture that was successful when I used the electric kiln. It was here I devised a method of covering my sculpture with a dark engobe or slip and then carved the picture out of it much like one would do with scratchboard (in ceramics [...]
Archive for October, 2009
Afternoon Tea
Posted in ceramic sculpture by Bea Garth, tagged ceramic sculpture by Bea Garth on October 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Caterpillar
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged poem by Bea Garth on October 15, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
by Bea Garth, copyright 2009
I watch
a green caterpillar
crawl across the hem
of my black dress,
the sinuous creature’s
yellow brown hairs
radiating bristly
fine haired filaments.
I put the caterpillar
onto the ground
and watch it struggle
crawling up and down
the blades of grass
on its approach
to the oak tree
we are sitting under
and I wonder
is this like me
or you
struggling to reach
the other?
Nudes by Lynn Rogers
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged drawings by Lynn Rogers on October 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
These are two nudes by Lynn Rogers (with another below), like examples of which will be shown Oct. 15th, 2009 at the Stone Griffin Gallery (411 E. Campbell Ave., Campbell CA)during this month’s Thursday Gig.
Lynn Rogers and poet Steve Arntson will be the features. Open Mic. follows. The event goes from 6:30-9:30 PM. It [...]
Nude Sketch in Reverse
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged drawings by Lynn Rogers on October 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
by Lynn Rogers, copyright 2009
nude sketch in reverse
Lynn Rogers will be presenting several of her drawings and paintings Oct. 15, 2009 6:30-9:30 PM at Thursday Gig at the Stone Griffin Gallery, 411 E. Campbell Ave., Campbell, CA.
Homage to my father in the summer of 2008
Posted in Uncategorized on October 6, 2009 | 1 Comment »
by Al Preciado, copyright 2009
This was the summer
The summer of a thousand wildfires
This was the summer of my nephew playing Stairway to Heaven
The summer of the hell hounds of pain
bounding up ladders into our houses
This was the summer of my father’s struggle and then passing
Into another world, into arms of his long absent mother
This was [...]