Friday, November 21, 2014

At Least It's Not Buffalo

There the snow is so deep that it broke through doors, 
pouring into people's homes. Here we got
a mere brushstroke, one that swept white across
our landscape. The snow brought new
contrast to the red and faint greens of this bush.
It is nearly gone now, melted from the bright sun,
with warmer temperatures forecast
for the weekend. There will be rain to melt
the remaining snow. Once again, good for us but
not so great for the people in Buffalo,
who will have to cope with floods caused
by the melting mass of snow.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Art in Speedway: John Dowell

These leaves had fallen from a nearby bush.
Their arrangement in the snow, along with 
the bits of colored grasses and shadows, reminded me 
of drawings and paintings by John Dowell,
a contemporary artist from Philadelphia, whose
drawings deal as much with the effect of
negative space as they do with the actual marks.
Every line, shadow, and bit of texture
is considered in relation to the others, and how
they affect the overall space.
John was one of my college profs,
whose work enchanted me from the first
time I saw a suite of his lithographs.
He seemed so wise and "together"
to me even then, despite the fact he is
only four years older.

This is one of John Dowell's watercolor drawings,
Just a Sign of Soul, done in 1975. It is in the
collection of the Indiana University Art Museum. 

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Unexpected Art: Just a Little Crazy

On Monday, I used the elevator at Herron School 
of Art and found it to be padded.
Just what I need, my own secure, padded room.

In September, I encountered a problem
with my apartment that needed six weeks to resolve.
It was depressing and humiliating.
Now the cold weather has hit and the furnace
will not turn on. I like to keep it fairly
cool in here, but when the thermostat went
from its usual 65 degrees to 61, then 59,
I knew for certain my own efforts to lower
heating costs were not at play.
Like last winter, I think the igniter on the pilot
light is faulty. The repairman should be here today.
We'll see. Then the hot water tap on the shower
would not turn off, needing new seats and washers.
That's the third time this year for that problem.
It's fixed now, as of a few minutes ago.

The job I usually work on this time of year has been
cancelled because the employer for the project
lost the contract. I applied for unemployment benefits,
but I've yet to receive the debit card to access
those funds. So ... things are dicey.

The only sane, positive part of my day
has been the anchor provided by swim practice.
It's the only place I want to be right now, where 
I can submerge and work out my frustrations,
where my worries float away.

Monday, November 17, 2014

A Visit to Kuaba Gallery

Every so often, I pay a visit to Kuaba Gallery
located on the on the second floor of the King Cole
building on the northeast corner of Meridian and 
Washington Streets. It's great to be able to see 
contemporary fine art at an intersection
I frequently pass on my way to do other things.
I stop in to visit with a couple pieces
by El-Anatsui, draped golden wall hangings
made from the caps for liquor bottles;
the man has found rich luster, texture, and
color in the most common, innocuous
of materials. I never tire of the pieces I've
seen here and at the Indianapolis
Museum of Art.
Currently on display is ceramic work
by Netherlands-born sculptor, Annelies Heijnen ,
whose white earthenware pieces are
full of pattern and color. The piece I've shown
here would provide both visual and tactile
pleasure for just about forever, every time 
one traced its patterns and colors
with the eye and hand.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Profiles in Shopping

Though it's still two weeks until Thanksgiving, 
after which the Christmas shopping season 
begins, you'd have thought it began
on Saturday. Traffic was heavy around the most
popular shopping malls, and people
were streaming in and out and around the 
downtown stores and restaurants.
Groups of teen-agers, often consulting their phones 
for directions, as seen here, were chattering and laughing,
as they visited downtown restaurants and sights. 

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Washing the Sky

At the corner of Capitol and Washington Streets,
 window washers could be seen adding clarity 
to an already bright and beautiful day.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Ah, I Love the Scent of Chlorine in the Evening

Against the prevailing trend -  below average winter 
temps have invaded from the frozen Canadian tundra, 
these hosta have sprouted in an area nestled 
between the Natatorium and the parking garage.
There, warm air scented by the promising,
if sterile, aroma of chlorine, is vented from the pool,
is perhaps playing a joke on the hosta, 
telling it Spring in this sheltered spot, hidden
from the miserable reality of the evil,
reviled Polar Vortex.