Friday, November 27, 2015
“Kept me on edge of my seat to the end.”
“Book has sweep, velocity, and power.”
“The writing is brilliant. It’s not just a story, it’s an experience.”
Last Stop Before Tomorrow, by Tim Hicks is available wherever you buy your books.
Published in paperback and as an eBook.
BOOK LAUNCH: Join the author for a reading and book signing on Nov. 28, 5:00 p.m. at
Tsunami Books, 2585 Willamette St., Eugene.
To find out about other events, email Tim at: firstname.lastname@example.org
I hope you have a great reading!
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Bittersweet showing at the Jacobs this season!
I hope to see you at the show!
From the Director Bev Soasey:
Exhibit: Small Pleasures Invitational
Painting – Printmaking – Etching – Jewelry – Fiber – Mixed Media – Fiber – Clay – Sculpture – Drawing – and more . . .
Thursday, November 12, 2015
The Robert and Gennie DeWeese Gallery is proud to present:
Communities West 2: 2015 Portfolio Exchange in four Sets
This unique teaching gallery is located within the walls of Bozeman High School.
The Gallery is free and open to the public from 9 am - 3 pm Monday through Friday
Communities West 2: 2015 Portfolio is on display from October 26th through November 23rd.
Thank you for the opportunity to participate in this exchange!
The List of Amazing Artist included:
Jill Annie Margaret
Emily Dyer Barker
Qian (Chino) Zhao
I just read a great article by Tim Mc Kee called
The Geography Of Sorrow Francis Weller On Navigating Our Losses
Here is an excerpt:
McKee: You’ve said that anesthesia and amnesia are the two primary “sins” of modern society.
Weller: We go numb to try to cope with the fact that we have not been granted what we need to thrive. The levels of addiction in our society are off the charts, and I’m not just talking about alcohol and drugs; I’m talking about shopping, working, sex. Addictions are an attempt to cope with intolerable states. The meager lives we are asked to live, in which we are often reduced to “earning a living,” are themselves intolerable. We are meant to have a more sensuous, imaginative, and creative existence. As children we are enchanted with the world, yet as adults we end up, as poet Mary Oliver said, “breathing just a little, and calling it a life.” That’s the anesthesia.
McKee: And the amnesia?
Weller: We are living in what writer and cultural critic Daniel Quinn calls the Great Forgetting. Many of us have forgotten that we’re a part of an ecosystem, a watershed. We’ve forgotten that we’re kin to all the other animals. We’ve forgotten that we need each other. We have forgotten what I call the “commons of the soul.”
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
I am beginning a Instagram account as
I understand that has become the way for people to
see your images...
until then here are some to enjoy...
Walking along the river
The Home Owner Game #10 - Where is the septic lid?
The Home Owner Game #10 - Where is the septic lid?
In hopes of apples...
The Neighbor Kid...
Even the Loki Dog Loves the Neighbor Kid...
Waiting for Eagles
Does this count as a selfie?
Hear the cannons roar
Found and not forgotten
By the River...
Passion is persuading...
Wish for green grass...
You can't find me...
Rains voice returns
Book Studio and Gallery
1293 NE 3rd Street
Bend, Oregon 97701
My show in Bend has been received well and both my friend Linda, Piacentini Gallery and myself are really pleased. The show ends on September 30th, 2015, if you have a chance to make it to Bend, it has been reviewed as worth a look.
One of my hopes in my art practice is to inspire others to create something new, wether that is working through loss, learning to collage, studying how to make books or another of the many creative endeavors a person can take on. My current aspiration is tidying up!
During the latest shows programing the Bend Haiku Poetry group came in and spent a lot of time looking at the work, then decided to write haiku poems to reflect their understanding of the art work. I have been very moved by their thoughts and humbled on the time in reflection of the artwork. The relationship between writers and artists is powerful while creating some of the most impressive social and art movements of our history such as Dada, and Surrealism.
The poetry group was kind enough to share them, I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I have:
A splice of red
below a black
bird. Blue too
I’m a hoarder
announces the crow—
(an interior line)
Under the crow’s feet--
branches, metal or bone
the May Queen
ancient, frail, and infinite
keeps heart ghost stilled
beneath blind bejewling, sees
through the thin skull of being
- Sandy Thompson -
Sandy also writes, "Beth, I love your focus on grief and recovery in your artwork." She also encourages the reading of a book of longer poems on similar theme/s called The Grace of Curves that will be published by years end. Sandy, I am looking forward to reading it and posting it here for others.
landscape of death
vacant eyes and empty ribs
crow finds her comfort zone
wedding day photo
birds of a feather
a child's dress blows
in the night wind
she is the moon
paper doll bustles
she carries her flame
reaches beyond the page
blotches of hope
the eyes have it
master of my fate
mimesis and mourning
a transition for all
the cage opens and soul ascends
I've been to the mountain
Left my tracks in the snow
and all was icy and frozen air
the black of mourning
under Zodiac of Springtime
Veiled, I am a black bolder
Calm, I can never return
Dappled in light
down by the old river-
Sisyphean slaves cross oceans
Beauty stands firm
Crow's flock at her feet
To devour her
Out to sea
carrots honeymoon towards
Thank you Bend Haiku Poetry group!
I can see these as being inspiration for some books
and write when you can...