That’s the title of the current exhibition of “satellite members” of D’Art Gallery, a cooperative in the downtown Denver arts district (900 Santa Fe). I joined the Gallery as a satellite member about a year and a half ago. For this year’s show, I sent a series of five images from a larger collection I call “#TrackingTide.” The collection came about because one fine day on Dauphin Island, Al., I was walking back toward my car on “East End Beach” with the waves of the Gulf of Mexico lapping at my feet. I had already photographed the birds and Atlantic…
Tag: water
Mind of an Artist?
The show this post is about is titled “The Mind of an Artist.” But that’s a little too boxed-in for me. So I took of “the” and added a question mark. Because what I submitted that did get invited into the show certainly might tell you something about at least one of my minds, but it’s far from “The Mind” of this artist! Yes, I’m quarreling over semantics, but as also a teacher of writing, my mantra has long been “Words have meanings; each and every one either works for you or against you.” The call for this particular show…
September: Sense of Place
Born and raised in Iowa. It will always be Home, with a capital H. Living the good life in Louisiana. Loving my adopted home. Two places so different, so beautiful. I am enriched by both. September 1, 2022 – “Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and a filé gumbo, ‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my ma cher amio. Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o, Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on da bayou.” If you’re hearing Hank Williams’ voice right now, please be aware that when he sings “bayou” and pronounces it “bayoooo” with a drawn out…

