G A L L E R Y
A R C T U R U S
Liberty
crossing the desert
carrying what is left of the flag
face hidden beneath the stars.
Sheep huddle a distance behind
they do not know if she is friend or foe,
they don't remember when she was their shepherd,
when she kept them safe.
Liberty: freedom from arbitrary or despotic government or control.
freedom from external or foreign rule; independence.
freedom from control, thinking, speaking , according to choice.
freedom from captivity, confinement, or physical restraint:
Joseph Lammirato generously constructs and installs his works on telephone poles
on streets in cities far and wide. He has created these new works and hung them on
the wall surrounding the outside courtyard at the gallery. It seems when you stand
next to them that you are seeing music written on the fence.
Please come and visit.
Irresistible
finding a fragment of an image
left lying on the table.
Every semblance of identity removed
and what remains?
eye and nose, closely cropped
looking at a single point of focus, me
when I return that stare..
The face, incomplete
seeks another eye.
In paisley landscape what seems to be
an inward gaze and where the lines converge and twist
small circle, questioning, surprised,
a mouth
The features are expressed.
Without a body the face is a mask.
A body gives place to a face.
When it sits the face can nestle
drop in between the shoulders
chin slide towards resolve.
Hands
make agreement with visage
spontaneously sharing a language
known by habit.
Legs and arms are limbs from the same tree.
They may have sprouted from the head, roots
from the lima bean experiment in grade one.
The possibility of moving is in the feet
or of waiting
undecided,
to stay or to go.
Going is compact but serious.
Staying is inappropriate in the rough terrain
but tempting.
She could almost disappear in the surroundings
is porcelain against the rocks.
Light blushes crystal
bewitching time at sunset
sacred and auspicious,
to be here now.
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This collage was made for a little big Leo friend, Oto, for his 4th birthday.
Big energy in a small body.
A little bird told me so.
Boro (ぼろ) are a class of Japanese textiles that have been mended or patched together.[1] The term is derived from the Japanese term "boroboro", meaning something tattered or repaired.[2] The term 'boro' typically refers to cotton, linen and hemp materials, mostly hand-woven by peasant farmers, that have been stitched or re-woven together to create an often many-layered material used for warm, practical clothing.
Video installation by Joachim Oepkes
Sometimes in collage workshops participants will express
that they are bored that their work seems to repeat patterns.
I believe recognizing our patterns makes perception visible.
We are able to see what we see or rather how we see.
Perhaps repetition is an attempt to penetrate understanding?
The above paintings are by Giorgio de Chirico.
1888-1978
Today we had a visit from our friend Eric McConachie who lives and paints at his home in Haliburton.
During our visit he shared stories with us of Peter Camani.
This video will introduce him also to you.
Photo by Dominique Cruchet
"The spring is here and the fields are full of yellow color and we met a crow and an eagle having a conversation in the middle of a field. It felt joyous to have seen them and that they kept arguing in front of us."
From Joan Cullen and Dominique Cruchet in Prince Edward Island