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Places |
These pieces reflect my writing about place and memory. I have been teaching
at the same campus for twenty years. I arrived at sunrise one morning with
the crows and found myself later talking to my students about the reciprocal
relationship that develops with a place that is tended to, returning again
and again. After a time the place begins to remember and tend to you.
There is a strong bond between place, memory and the artist. The cave painters
of 30,000 years ago give us a way to remember the past that is available
to us only through them. There was no distinction between the artist (the
one whos sees and paints) and the shaman (the one who cares for, heals).
I walked into the classroom feeling this presence.
The poem that I wrote that is the text for the paintings is:
Found Morning
This morning I returned
to the same place.
The crow is hopping and croaking.
The clouds in the east are colored
with the pink newness
of the day.
Now I see that this place
remembers me,
is tending to me.
Blind for so long
my eyes are opened
in tears and sunrise.
The crow calls in fours
Yes yes yes yes
Here here here here.
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| LIMINAL PLACES SERIES |
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In
Praise of Place
In the collection of the artist
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Returning
to the Same Place
In the collection of the artist
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Liminal
Door
In the collection of the artist
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| MOON AND MEMORY
SERIES |
Moon
and Memory I
In the collection of the artist
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Moon
and Memory II
In the collection of the artist
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Moon
and Memory III
In the collection of the artist
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Wash
My Eyes
In the collection of the Maclaren Markowitz Museum
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Door
Inside Stone
In the collection of the Denver Center for Performing Arts
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