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The Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean—
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
We are all Mothers, all of us. Of invention, of ideas, of light..darkness becomes brilliant shining off the diamonds in our eyes.
“Don’t use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.”
― Jack Kerouac
Well, Jack, I hate to break it to you but these days, nowadays, roundabout here, people are using their phone to create poetry. And what fun it is on the road Jack! Oh, and can we amend that to, “don’t use your phone to call anyone, use it for poetry”?
“Welcome, wild harbinger of spring!
To this small nook of earth;
Feeling and fancy fondly cling
Round thoughts which owe their birth
To thee, and to the humble spot
Where chance has fixed thy lowly lot.”
“The lesson which life constantly enforces is ‘Look underfoot.’ You are always nearer to the true sources of your power than you think. The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are. Every place is the center of the world.”~ John Burroughs
Today, I am packing my car with 7 boxes filled with 33 of my iphoneographic images printed on metal and heading to the Cherry Branch Gallery in Cherry Valley.
First, I’ll be driving to Brewery Ommegang to pick up the beer for my opening reception.
How cool it that?
If I want Ommegang beer (and I do) I just hop in the car and drive through their fortress of a brewery and pick it up. Right down the road. Just like that.
When I moved to central New York, having bought my old farmhouse off of Facebook, sight unseen, I had no idea Ommegang was here.
Or Cherry Valley with its bohemian artist culture.
I had no idea Cooperstown was here with its strong baseball ethos.
I had no idea I was a mere 4 hours away from NYC (of course, I had hoped I would be a little closer), I had no idea how beautiful it is (I had hoped for that, too), I had no idea how many cool people lived up here, I had no idea one of my best friends would move up here, too…
I just knew there was a little white house in the middle of nowhere next to a man’s house who’d be my only friend for awhile- a man whom I barely knew from a poetry class in LA.
Who does that?
I also had no idea I was going to pick up my iphone and photograph my way into this place and back out into the world.
I started with the ground under my feet. Literally.
When I first arrived, I lived at the KOA campground. Because it was summer and because baseball is king out here all of the house and apt rentals had long been booked by the families of boys and girls in baseball uniforms.
Camping was the only option left. I hadn’t camped since I was a kid. Now this wasn’t roughing it but it was living in a camper trailer in a camp ground surrounded by cornfields and cow pastures.
There was a walking trail through those fields and the first thing was take my two boys (dogs) for a walk.
And the funniest thing happened.
In the back of those fields was another field, a long, low field of clover, just like the fields of clover that surrounded my childhood home.
And there I was.
In the middle of a vast sea of green under a purple and orange sky on a warm summer’s night.
The sky was a bowl above me, the clouds were glowing with the light.
I fell to my knees in wonder.
‘Look underfoot.’ You are always nearer to the true sources of your power than you think.’
I lay on my back in clover. The dogs ran free.
My eyes stung.
Was I really going to cry?
I whipped out my iphone and took a picture of the clouds and the clover and the dogs romping.
I fell swoonily in love with central New York.
(Sorry, LA. Heyyyyy. But you just didn’t do it for me. I tried. I gave you 25 years. I really did try.)
Ah, New York!
And, I wanted you to see what I see. I wanted you to fall in love with it too.
This Saturday, almost two years to the day that I found my farm on Facebook, I have an exhibit of iphone photos.
There will be Ommegang and a wall full of what I saw at ‘the center of the world’.
Cherry Valley, NY- Cherry Branch Gallery will be hosting an opening reception for central New York artist, Vicki Whicker.
Cherry Branch Gallery, 25 Main Street, Cherry Valley, NY 13320 / 607-264-9530
APRIL 6th, Saturday, 5-7pm: OPENING RECEPTION Live Jazz with Jeff Palmer, (pre-sales 12-4pm)
I walk out the door. It’s Monday. It’s April. It’s Central New York. It’s complicated. The wild fields lie flat, the color of wet straw, felled first by frost then snow now sleet and rain and wind. The ground is still stiff with permafrost, daily softening. Nearest the brook lies some hopeful green. Mud season again when the earth speaks in secrets. I find a jawbone, a saucer, a small skull, the bottom of a clay vase. A lawnmower once hidden by waist high burdocks. I don’t hope to recover whats been truly lost, those things that live on in my heart. I don’t hope. It’s enough to collect the bones between snow banks and rocks, between winter and spring.
“…the reason you show someone a photograph is because a photograph is part of a human being — you — and as people we’re more interested in human beings than we are in mountains. By showing a picture, you’re showing an x-ray of your heart. The very silent, marvelous American painter, Edward Hopper, put it very simply. He said, ‘The work’s the man. You can’t get something out of nothing.” ~Ralph Steiner
Quote by Paul J. Toussaint, Patron Saint of Iphonic arts…and one of my attempts…The Little Bird That Stole My Heart
Today, I am having a wonderful conversation with Paul Toussaint a photographer who has completely embraced iphoneography…
“my artistic visual eye has developed tenfold. I want people to look at everything because EVERYTHING is art. All the so called rules should be broken when it comes to taking a picture because with this technology all perspectives can become extraordinary.
I study lighting and the texture. If an object has potential to be stronger, I’ll bring that element out or if the subject has a calm, soothing look, I like to make the average eye feel calm and relaxed as they view the end result. I also love to use enhanced textured paper to make the image “pop” and to even make the viewer ask the question, “Is this really a photograph?”
He is light years ahead of me but we both feel this way…
“phoneography has changed my life and vision. For over two years now all of my photographs have been taken, processed and uploaded with only the iPhone. With the iPhone, my artistic vision has allowed me to produce a portfolio that at one time I only dreamed of having.”
I LOVE FB for the connections to those who INSPIRE!
Please join me on April 6th at Cherry Branch Gallery in Cherry Valley New York for the opening of my Iphonic art show….
Dunga Brook Diary: An LA Woman’s Euphoric Iphonic Discovery of Central New York (ok, a bit wordy as a slogan…but working on it).