My, she’s yar…

Printable sailboat calendar

Those clever kids at Scout Creative have done it again! I was so enamoured of their February calendar, a desktop chicken coop (complete with hens and chicks), I signed up right away for their Calendar Of The Month Club. Well, this month—yes, June is somehow here already—they’ve given us a beautiful little sailboat for our desks (water and C. K. Dexter Haven not included). So head on over to Scout to download your free calendar, then, once again, become the envy of your officemates. Not that you’ll notice. You’ll be too busy sailing over the seven seas in your imagination…

(Actually, I am surprised the folks at Scout didn’t give us a little sea monster, but sea monsters aren’t really sailboat-y…)

Memorial Day 2012: Let us keep faith with our hallowed dead.

Memorial Day

Grave of Private Charles Lazell, May 8, 1893-October 4, 1918. Killed in the Battle of the Argonne, France. The Dublin Cemetery, Dublin, Ohio, USA

I hope you are enjoying the long Memorial Day weekend—but I also hope you take the time to remember and be thankful for those soldiers who have given their lives so that we might be free. Because that is what they died for.

Our men and women in uniform are willing to die—to give up all their holidays, their families, their work, their promise, their everything—for the sake of freedom. For such brave souls we should be eternally and humbly grateful. We need to live in such a way that we honour their sacrifice: with hard work, self-reliance, kindness toward others, and a willingness to give our lives, too, for one of the most precious of gifts: freedom.

Let us honour the sacrifice of those who, as Lincoln said, gave the last full measure of devotion with our own lives and deeds.

“I consider it no sacrifice to die for my country. In my mind we came here to thank God that men like these have lived rather than to regret that they have died.”

George S. Patton

Palermo, Italy Allied Cemetery, November 11, 1943


I know, I know…

…I promised this wouldn’t be a “Heyyyyy, check out what is new in my shop!” blog. And it won’t be.

But this photo of a 1953 or ’54 Chevy Bel Air (not sure which year—they were quite similar, the ’53 and ’54) is a brand new release, and I do like it a lot. I think it’s a combination of the subject—you can take a dame out of the Motor City, but not the Motor City out of the dame—and the colours. If only every time I went out to shoot I had a sunset instead of rain and cold (especially since the latter is what I seem to get these days).

1953 or '54 Chevy Bel Air art photo

And no, I don’t like this photo very much right now just because the title of this is “Bananas Foster”. That said, you’ll have to admit, it’s a pretty fair title for such a deliciously beautiful vintage car. ;) Click on the photo to read more about this particular Chevy!

Remember, you can check out my very, very latest photos on Flickr, where I’m still in the throes of adding photos from Route 66; if you see anything you like that isn’t yet in the shop, just send me a note!

One Year

Yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of the horrific tornadoes that not only took the lives of at least 160 people, but levelled much of the great Missouri town. We’d just returned from our Route 66 trip, which means we went through Joplin twice just a few weeks before the storm did (we actually drove right through the tornado that hit St. Louis in April).

We’ve not been able to travel this year, and so I’ve not been able to see the changes wrought in Joplin. Maybe that’s a good thing (selfish as it is for me to say); the photographs and footage were enough to leave me distraught, to say nothing of the tales I heard on the news of lives lost. It just wrenched my heart and the heart of millions of Americans. Regardless, it surprised me a little bit when Brandi put up a post about Joplin yesterday—has it really been a year? It is still all so astounding to think about, and difficult to fathom.

I encourage you to read Brandi’s post. It’s stories from individuals that, I think, are so important to history—the little things we notice and experience. For instance, she tells us that she told a volunteer group she’d go get her truck to help them haul supplies into the city; upon returning to their meeting place, they’d left, having already found a way to pack everything into their own vehicle and go (as they’d agreed with Brandi). Oddly, what really sticks out to me is her saying, “The whole town smelled like freshly cut, wet, 2×4′s.”

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Monuments and Memorials

As it is with social etiquette, so it is with memorials. An artist who sweeps away the traditional conventions for dealing with the great truths of life, death, and sacrifice, can only shuffle about in the cupboard of his own store of mental images.

—Michael Lewis

Lily; taken at Sewickley Cemetery, PA

Sewickley, Pennsylvania

One thing I simply cannot wait to sit down and enjoy with a cup of freshly brewed tea is Imprimis, which arrives free every month from Hubby’s alma mater. The subjects covered—just one each month—vary from art and architecture to culture and foreign affairs, and always pique my interest.

This month, writer and professor of art at Williams College Michael J. Lewis writes about the contemporary state of monuments and memorials. His thoughts were interesting indeed, and are certainly something artists should pay attention to, particularly as Lewis seems to actually have standards and we never know whom or what we might be called upon to honour. He touches on the obnoxious literalism of memorials today, an interesting discussion all by itself, but the first few paragraphs are what really stuck with me.

The entire article is worth reading, but here’s an excerpt that really got me thinking (all emphasis added):

As traditionally understood, a monument is the expression of a single powerful idea in a single emphatic form, in colossal scale and in permanent materials, made to serve civic life….

The spontaneous roadside memorials that mark the site of fatal traffic accidents are a relatively new phenomenon. As physical objects they are ephemera, but as a mass cultural phenomenon they are quite extraordinary, and they testify to a deep human need for memorials. It is a new form of folk art, and it is extremely conventionalized in its expression. For one thing, its repertoire of forms and materials is very narrow: crosses, flowers, hand-painted signs, and heartbreakingly, in the case of a child, stuffed animals. There is very little else, and no striving for originality. Their creators look for widely understood symbols, and they yearn for resolution and closure; they certainly do not aspire to an open-ended process.

In a way, these anonymous roadside sculptors understand what many contemporary artists do not—that monuments, because they are public art forms, must be legible. And this requires a great degree of convention. Thus most traditional monuments are paraphrases of a few ancient types: the triumphal arch, the temple, the colossal column, and the obelisk. Since the 1930s, it has been fashionable to disparage this as architectural grave-robbing, and to argue that we should create our own forms. But these forms are timeless, not simply ancient. After all, the arch is nothing more than a space of passage, made monumental; an obelisk or column is the exclamation point raised above a sacred spot; and a temple is a tabernacle, the sacred tent raised over an altar. These ideas are permanent, and it is not surprising that the one successful work of contemporary public art, the Vietnam Memorial, took its form from one of the most ancient—the mural shrine, the wailing wall.

…Frank Lloyd Wright found the Jefferson Memorial preposterous for its archaic expression. But true monumentality has little to do with style and everything to do with simplicity and grandeur of expression.  *

 

My opinion here is bound to be unpopular, but holding unpopular opinions is something I’m used to, so here goes.

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