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Talking with Trudy TaylorInterconnected Life
Patrick Phillips
New GenerationSun As Electricity
Amelia Smith
ImagineHow Creativity Works
Jonah Lehrer
Martha’s Vineyard
Arts & IdeasCelebrating Our Creative Island
LLOYD KELLY
“Juillet en Provence” 40 x 48 oil on canvas
“Recent Paintings of Provence”July 5 - 20, 2012
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On The Island Of Martha’s Vineyard
CTHE CHRISTINA GALLERY
Editor’s Letter
This summer A&I will publish three magazines loosely
based on two themes: imagination and resilience.
These are big, broad themes that touch us all.
From my perspective the ideas of imagination
and resilience come with a question: How do we
as individuals and a community imagine and create new things,
and how do we respond to shock?
This summer we won’t so much try to answer these questions
as we will share the evidence of imagination and resilience found
here. This evidence is in each of us: In the life of a ninety-year-old.
In the loss of a loved one. In an innovative response to the cost of
fossil fuel. In imagining geologic time and glaciers. And, of course
in imagination made evident in full through the arts.
The reason behind these themes is straightforward. Imagination
is essential. It’s on par with knowledge, food, clothing, money.
It carries us to the moon, to ancient China, to cures for cancer.
With it we make simple, tasty meals. Most of all, imagination
carries us beyond limits, and in limiting times that’s important.
This fits perfectly in these pages. The arts work hand in hand
with our community’s health. They strengthen our imagination,
so we might better overcome the collapse of the housing market
or another spike in the price of oil, the cost and practice of
healthcare. Imagination gives us bounce, relieves stress in
reflection and in the act of creation. A&I won’t fix things, but by
surfacing and celebrating our imagination and resilience as a
community we hope to help us imagine.
In this issue, Trudy Taylor shares her infinitely curious self.
Sarah Das talks about the Laurentide and Greenland ice sheets.
Sam Feldman, Sandy Broyard and others discuss grief and
recovery from the loss of loved ones. We also look at the prospects
for solar energy and the potential to generate our own renewable
energy. We even draw on a national author to share his ideas
on imagination and how creativity works.
Perhaps most important and relevant, imagination and
resilience are essential aspects of island life. They take on
particular social value and meaning here in people’s make do,
bring forth, create and recreate a life approach. Life on the
margin does that. And, whether people are wealthy or struggling
on this island living here is creative; it points to possibilities, to
bounce and imagination. Here’s an opportunity to celebrate that,
all summer.
Patrick Phillips — Publisher & Executive Editor
Publisher & editor
Patrick Phillips
Art director
Malcolm Grear Designers
Poetry editor
Jennifer Tseng
AssociAte Photo editor
Tova Katzman
Ad director
Molly Purves Ad Sales: [email protected]
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p h OTO ( l e f T )
Neal Rantoul
O N T h e C O v e R ( l e f T TO R I G h T )
Gretchen feldman, Fat Cells II
Neal Rantoul, Elizabeth Island Series
Kenneth vincent, Last Boat
lloyd Kelly, Pink Tree
Tova Katzman, Trudy Taylor
Martha’s Vineyard
Arts & Ideas
snow fence in september
TOp lefT, ClOCKwIse sam low, Richard Koury, Richard Koury, susan savory
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7 EyE on arts
Brief takes on gallery openings, performances and Island art events.
10 Island MosaIc
The Chicken Alley Thrift shop is a treasure of finds, people and a testament to resilience.
artIst profIlEs
1 2 Lloyd Kelly
20 Antoinnette Noble
30 Ketz
38 Kenneth Vincent
48 Jessica Pisano
artIst portraIts
27 Marston Clough
35 Barney Zeitz
45 Julia Kidd
56 Heather Goff
54 Susan Savory
poEtry
18 Jorie Graham
36 Kathy Garlick
52 Sarah Gambito
Essays
26 Disintegration / Integration Demaris wehr’s final, transformative conversations
with her dying husband.
51 The Nature of Nurture polly hill’s “natural selection” turns out-of-zone seeds
into hardy beauty.
vIsItIng artIst
1 1 Camille Seaman with essay by Sarah Das Climate and ice sheets connect Greenland with
Martha’s vineyard.
fIctIon
28 Amelia Smith — Dreamscape: The Elizabeth Islands The elizabeth Island are visually near, but form a
landscape of the mind.
37 Laura Wainwright — Evening Watch An evening home alone brings an expansive world
from the chair on the porch.
50 Emily Cavanaugh — Mia Not even two days old, a twin saves her sister’s life.
non-fIctIon
28 Jonah Lehrer — Imagine The sublimity and the science of how letting go allows
us to grasp how musicians and our brains bring beauty into the world.
46 Edward Hoagland — Alaskan Travels In cold, cold Alaska, an adventure where the human,
and the man survives in a desolate boundary of nature and life.
59 Individual Artisan and Artist Guide
60 Gallery Guide
64 Advertiser Guide
14 Talking with Trudy TailorInterconnected life might be the measure of each of us, our curiosity, our fascination with the known and unknown. Trudy Tailor talks and shares a some of her life and connections as an endlessly curious person on this planet.
22 Loss, Grief and LifeConfounded by grief people are literally at a loss, for everything. The return from despair can be long, and the return always takes different paths. Sandy Broyard, Sam Feldman and George Cohn reflect on grief, bereavement and recovery and what the process may mean for others.
42 New GenerationImagination is one measure of resilience and building a solar array in a grocery store parking lot takes imagination. With a new focus clean, local energy, the history of generated electricity here takes a new turn, and current solar projects redefine how collaboration could create an island-wide renewable energy utility.
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CONTRIBUTORS
amelia smith writes on — and sometimes about — Martha’s Vineyard. She is taking a hiatus from ‘round-the-world travels to garden, raise children, and do some writing. Page 28 and 42
antoinette noble “I’ve been a student of art and the creative process from as far back as I can remember. It has been a journey filled with experimentation, discovery and adventure. Page 20
Barney Zeitz has lived and worked on Martha’s Vineyard for forty years doing his art in glass, metal and drawing. He has tried to live a full life by trying different interests, 10 years of modern dance, 10 years of aikido (martial art), motorcycling, raising kids, being married, and traveling. Page 35
camille seaman was born in 1969 to a Native American (Shinnecock tribe) father and African American mother. She lives in Emeryville, California and works in a documentary / fine art tradition. Since 2003 has concentrated on the fragile environment of the Polar Regions. Page 40
demaris Wehr, ph.d., lives with her Maine coon cat “Mikey” in West Tisbury, where she has a small private psychotherapy practice. She is currently writing two books: a memoir of the final year she shared with her husband, Dr. David Hart, and one that chronicles the lives of eight survivors of the war in Bosnia. Page 26
don McKillop left a senior corporate position in global technology and information systems to become a full-time artist in the early 90s. He has been painting for over 50 years. Page 54
Emily cavanagh lives on Martha’s Vineyard with her family and teaches English at the Martha’s Vineyard Public Charter School. Her stories have been published in Grain Magazine, Transfer, and Red Rock Review. She is at work on a second novel. Page 50
Heather goff lives in Oak Bluffs with her husband, artist Andrew Moore, their children, and their dog. She is the lead programmer and designer at goffgrafix, a website design company. Page 53
Jeanne campbell “I have been a part-time islanders for forty-five years. As a photogra-pher, I am an unofficial record keeper, helping
our children and their children remember and feel what it is about the place that keeps us all coming back, year after year.” Page 11
Jessica pisano grew up on the Vineyard, has a BA in Fine Art from Lewis & Clark College in Portland, OR, and a Masters in Arts Administration from the Art Institute of Chicago. She currently lives in Newport, RI. Page 48
Jorie graham is the author of twelve collec-tions, including “The Dream of the Unified Field”, which was awarded the Pulitzer Prize. She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and teaches at Harvard University. Page 18
Julia Kidd has maintained a private Psychotherapy practice in Vineyard Haven since moving to Martha’s Vineyard in 2001. She holds an MFA from California Institute for the Arts. “I got all your messages and loved every one.” is her first public art project. Page 45
Kathy garlick’s chapbook, “The Listening World,” was published by Momotombo Press. She lives in Oakland, CA and teaches in San Francisco. Page 36
Kenneth vincent I paint because I have to. I paint the Vineyard because it is a major part how I have learned to perceive the world and I think my work reflects this. To be honest I don’t like to be an artist. Its a really crap way to live a life, and I am certain that anyone with any sense would avoid the profession. Page 38
Ketz Weiler Discrete personal experiences with abstraction are far more potent when kept unrevealed. I enjoy blurring lines of composition and setting up unique interactions with art. Page 30
laura Wainwright, a graduate of Yale University, was a teacher and children’s librarian before becoming a writer. Her essays have appeared regularly in The Martha’s Vineyard Times. She lives in Lambert’s Cove with her husband, Whit Griswold; they have two grown children. Page 37
lloyd Kelly has been exhibited extensively in galleries and museums in the United States, Europe, Mexico, Russia and Asia. He has been a summer visitor to the Martha’s Vineyard for years and lives in the Louisville, Kentucky area. Page 12
Marnie stanton is a long time Tisbury resident who raised her kids on Lake Tashmoo. Her love of nature with a particular emphasis on island waters, is repeatedly expressed through her art and videography. Page 51
Marston clough “I studied and taught science for years and find that art, like science, is a continual search. Through art, I have joined the Board of Featherstone and other local non-profits, re-engaging with the community where I was born and raised.” Page 27
neal rantoul is a career artist and educator. Recently retired from 30 years as head of the Photo Program at Northeastern University in Boston. He is the author of several books of his photographs. Neal Rantoul was featured in the second issue of Art & Ideas as a “Visiting Artist.” Page 28
sam low is a photographer, journalist and writer who lives on Martha’s Vineyard. Page 3 and 54
sarah das serves as PI Principle Investigator at Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute (WHOI) on a number of research project on Greenland. She conceives of projects and submit projects to funding agencies and then manages them. Page 40
sarah gambito is the author of the poetry collections “Delivered” (Persea Books) and “Matadora” (Alice James Books). She is Assistant Professor of English and Director of Creative Writing at Fordham University. Page 52
susan davy is a photographer who retired from a career as a senior non-profit pro-fessional at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum, the Peabody Essex Museum, and the New England Conservatory of Music. Page 54
susan savory is a writer, illustrator and photographer who supports her arts habit with a day-job as the children’s buyer at Bunch of Grapes Bookstore. Page 3 and 54
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dragonfly fInE arts
gallEry
Dragonfly Fine Arts Gallery, an
award winning gallery located on
Martha’s Vineyard, celebrates
its 19th Anniversary Season in
2012 with 30 new and returning
artists, a broad selection of work
in various media, and our always
exceptional client services. We
look forward to seeing you at the
Gallery throughout the season.
Featured Artists
Nora RosenbaumThursday, June 14
Laura WilkThursday, June 21
Nan Hass FeldmanThursday, June 28
Peter BatchelderThursday, July 5
Jessica PisanoThursday, July 12
ARTS District STROLL Thursday, July 14, 4–7pm
Artist Jessica Pisano will be in
attendance.
granary gallEry
The Granary Gallery organizes
events for several other galleries
across the island, including the
Field Gallery and the North Water
Gallery. Events for the beginning of
the summer include the following:
Artists’ Reception Barry Rockwell, Kate Madsen, Heidi Lang-Parrinello & Wendy Lichtensteiger
Sunday, June 17, 5–7pm
Artists’ Reception Alison Shaw, Kenneth Vincent, David Wallis & Dan West Sunday, July 1, 5–7pm
Artists’ Reception David Fokos, Gigi Horr-Liverant, Don Wilks & Heather Neill Sunday, July 15, 5–7pm
Kara taylor
Kara Taylor Fine Arts Gallery is
located on Main Street, Vineyard
Haven. In the summertime
the gallery is open 11am–6pm,
Tuesday–Sunday.
Opening Reception Case History
June 1, 5–8pm
fEatHErstonE
Opening Reception “The Art of iPhone Photography” Sunday, June 10, 4–6pm
Opening Reception “Across the Pond and Back”
works by Inas Al-soqi and
Marshall Pratt Sunday, June 10, 4–6pm
Opening Reception Martha’s Vineyard Artists of the Copley Society
Sunday, July 1, 4–6pm
Vineyard Stories Book Launch PartyWhere Horses Fly Sunday, July 8, 4–6pm
Musical Mondays 6:30–8pm on the outdoor stage
The Tashmoo Trio featuring
Christine McLean, Chris Seidel &
Penny HuffJune 18
Jon Zeeman & FriendsJune 25
Joanne CassidyJuly 2
Tristan Israel, Nancy Jephcote &
Paul ThurlowJuly 9
Kevin KeadyJuly 16
Featherstone Flea & Fine Arts MarketsEvery Tuesday, 9:30am–2pm
The Pathways/Featherstone Summer Festival of PoetryPoets Laureate: Dan Waters, Fan Ogilvie, Justen Ahren & Steve Ewing
Tuesday, July 17, 7pm
MartHa’s vInEyard
MusEuM
The Martha’s Vineyard Museum is
dedicated to furthering an interest
in, experience of, and appreciation
for the history and culture of the
Island and its environs.
Museum Author Talk “Thomas Hart Benton: A Life”Tuesday, June 5
In the Community 5th Annual Lighthouse ChallengeSaturday, June 9
Museum Shipwrecks Lecture “Disaster Off Martha’s Vineyard: The Sinking Of The City Of Columbus” Tuesday, June 12
tHE louIsa gould gallEry
The Louisa Gould Gallery is an
award winning gallery celebrating
its 10th Summer Season with a
wide range of artists and art. The
Gallery represents 30 artists
both national and international
emerging and well-known in
their respective fields. The hand
selected artwork ranges from
paintings, mixed media, new
media, sculpture, furniture,
ceramics, jewelry, works on paper,
photography and ship models to
glass sculptures. The Gallery hosts
rotating shows throughout the
summer and fall seasons.
“Memorial Day Group Show”Featuring the work of Chris Pendergast, Lesile Self, Thanassi, Warren Gaines, Janet Woodcock, Paul Beebe, Louisa Gould,
Tim Coy, Debra Gaines, John Holladay, Debra Colligan and Donna Blackburn Ongoing exhibit in early June
“Island Contemporary” Featuring artists Carol Gove,
Vaclav Vytlacill, Ethel Grodsky,
Suzanne Hill, Genevieve Jacobs
June 13–26
Artist Reception
Saturday, June 16, 5–7pm
EYE ON ARTSEYE ON ARTS
vInEyard artIsans
fEstIvals
15th Annual Summer FestivalsSundays: June 10–September 30
Thursdays: July 5–August 30
Grange Hall, West Tisbury
10am–2pm each day
Representing over 120 Island
Artists & Artisans. All hand made
fine art and craft exclusively by
Island Artists. Catered food from
Chesca’s of Edgartown.
Free admission Rain or shine with
Great Food and Free Parking!
For more information:
www.vineyardartisans.com
Museum Shipwrecks Lecture “In the Wake of Kon Tiki: Thor Heyerdahl and Andean-Polynesian Contact”Tuesday, June 26
Museum Special Event 14th Annual Evening of DiscoverySaturday, June 30
Museum Special Event Dr. Stuart Frank and Mary Malloy present “Vineyard Sailor Ballads”Tuesday, July 10
Museum Special Event David Murphy presents Stanley Murphy artworkThursday, July 12
Museum Book Launch: “To the Harbor Light: Lighthouses of Martha’s Vineyard, Nantucket, and Cape Cod”Tuesday, July 17
“Summer Reflection” New works by Carol Rowan,
Robert Jewett, Tim Coy and
Maya Farber with live music by
Wes Nagy June 27–July 18
Artist Reception
Friday, July 6, 6–8pm
Carol Rowan will give an Artist
Talk, Thursday, July 5, 5pm
In the Community Museum Summer Opening ReceptionFriday, June 15
Museum Author Talk “Dorothy West’s Paradise”Thursday, June 21
Museum Special Event 2nd Annual Vineyard Haven House TourSaturday, June 23
Lecture “Historic Vineyard Haven Architecture”Saturday, June 23, 11am
Stone Church: 89 William Street,
Vineyard Haven (corner of Church
Street). Patron Tickets: Enjoy a
patron’s brunch from 9:30–11 am,
receive admission to the lecture,
and enjoy the tour. $100 per
person. Call 508-627-4441 x110.
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MartHa’s vInEyard fIlM
fEstIval
Summer Film SeriesJune 27–August 30
Bringing you the best films in the
world and combining them with
filmmaker discussions, fresh local
food, and live music, all within a
laid-back community atmosphere.
Screenings begin at 8pm
Arrive early to enjoy dinner &
live music.
Marina Abramovic: The Artist
is PresentWednesday, June 27
The Chilmark Community Center
Thursday, June 28
The Harbor View Hotel in Edgartown
Under African SkiesMonday, July 2
The Chilmark Community Center
Beasts of The Southern WildTuesday, July 10
Capawock in Vineyard Haven
This screening is FREE for members!
Chasing IceWednesday, July 18
The Chilmark Community Center
Thursday, July 19
The Harbor View Hotel in Edgartown
Visit www.tmvff.org for full
schedule.
Special Membership ScreeningThe Intouchables Friday, June, 8pm
The Capawock Theater
Main Street, Vineyard Haven
Tickets: Free for MVFF members,
$9 for non-members. Seats on a
first come first served basis. Non-
member tickets and memberships
will be sold at the door.
cInEMa cIrcus scHEdulE
Starting June 27 The Martha’s
Vineyard Film Festival catapults
into another summer of Cinema
Circus! The Cinema Circus “little
big top” is open to all. Let the kid
in you explore! Films are most
appropriate for ages 3–10.
Visit www.tmvff.org for a full
schedule
Upcoming ShowsWednesday, June 27
The Chilmark Community Center
Monday, July 2
The Chilmark Community Center
Wednesday, July 11
The Chilmark Community Center
Wednesday, July 18
The Chilmark Community Center
cHrIstIna gallEry
The Christina Gallery will feature
as part of its 2012 Summer
Exhibition schedule, an extensive
collection of Works on Paper by
many celebrated artists including
Camille Pissarro and Family,
James Jacques Tissot, Mary Cassatt, Pierre-Auguste Renoir,
and many others. The collection
includes watercolors, drawings
aquatints, etchings, pochoirs and
original lithographs from the late 1800’s through the mid 1900’s.
Please visit the gallery, which is
located in the historic district of
downtown Edgartown, to view this
wonderful collection in person.
The Christina Gallery32 North Water Street
Edgartown, MA 02539
508-627-8794
Among the hundreds of items available at Chicken Alley: clothing furniture, books, dishes, glass-ware — small electrical appliances, vases, there is most especially a welcoming warmth, friendship and pride.
For many residents of this small island the Thrift Shop is the first place to look for a warm jacket for a grandchild and an almost-new winter coat for a grandmother who generally goes without. “I come in almost every day, and I always find some-thing we need and can use”, she said. “Besides, the folks who work here have become my friends. People I can talk to.”
Phronsie Conlin has been a volunteer for close to twenty years. “I look forward to my time here,” she said. I meet people from all over the island. It’s like a social club working with friends and customers who come in almost daily who have become friends. What we do here is appreciated, and at my age — ninety two, that feels very good. Plus we know we are doing good for our island and people.”
Other islanders find other reasons for stopping in at the large blue building on Lagoon Pond Road in Vineyard Haven.
Viet Bachellor, Chairman of the Board of Directors of Martha’s Vineyard Community services has many occasions when she has to look her best.
“The most elegant piece of clothing I own came from the Thrift Shop — a leather jacket I could not have afforded in an expensive shop off island. Every time I wear it, I receive compli-ments. And yes! I proudly tell people where it came from.
“When my husband and I first moved to Vineyard Haven in 1969,” she continued, “the very first piece of furniture we bought was an old seaman’s chest from the Thrift Shop. It’s still one of our most prized possessions. Now I come in fairly often to look for unusual vases and other containers for flower arrangements for the Garden Club shows. I don’t go off island often and the Thrift Shop has become the first place many of us year round islanders go to.”
It’s the first place others head to for the warmth of friendly human contact, knowing they are welcome to browse or just come in, out of the cold. Sandy Pratt, busy manager, takes time to talk to me. “The Thrift Shop supports the Community
Jeanne Campbell —The Chicken Alley Thrift shopDoes not sell chickens, does not sell eggs
Services organization, but is itself, unofficially an important community relations destination. There are lonely people, elderly, often living alone who stop by almost every day. The staff and I
get to know them. If a few days go by and he or she doesn’t come in, one of us will call and
checkup. A gentleman, bringing in clothing that belonged to a family member, needs time to express his feelings. We don’t take time; we give it.”
It was my neighbor, Olga Hirshorn, ultimate thrift shop browser, who recognized the value of several donated art pieces, and came up with the idea of an annual art show. She gave the show its name, and began showcasing paintings, sculpture, photography, valuable first edition books, and other pieces of art, making the weekend in August a collector’s desti-nation — bringing $40,000 to $50,000 to Community Services.
In this sputtering economy, the Thrift Shop is a thread that weaves residents and visitors to each other and so to the island itself. Islanders have depended on the shop since 1962 — when it opened on Main Street, and more so now on Lagoon Pond Road in a roomier building where more people can come in, where strollers, cribs, and car seats, bicycles, and kayaks, tennis racquets and even wedding dresses are attractively displayed.
I like to think of the Thrift Shop as a typical, yet unique island resource. I bring in household and clothing I no longer use. I take home household and clothing items someone else no longer uses — I feel pride and excitement in finding something I truly want. I’m also indirectly donating to Martha’s Vineyard Community Services, which contributes to the daily lives of hundreds of islanders. (Last year alone the Thrift Shop contributed over $380,000.00 to Community Services.) The Thrift Shop is daily proof of the resilient spirit of Islanders, rising to address community needs, each one of us contributing, discovering and adapting to what’s made available at “Chicken Alley”— and, for all generations here it’s also cool to be thrifty.
EYE ON ARTS
pIKnIK
PIKNIK Art & Apparel is pleased
to be welcoming several new
and talented artist to the roster
this season. Among them are
Ketz Weiler...seen in this issue and
the wonderful folk art paintings
of Carl Ristaino. Vineyard son
Max Decker is planning on picking
up “the brush” after a two year
break to pursue his music career
in Brooklyn, and many Vineyard
fans are anxiously awaiting
his new work. Curator Michael Hunter will be splitting his time
this summer between his new
Edgartown location, while still
supporting the events and strolls
in The Arts District, as well as
many new, and as yet nailed down
events of music, fashion, and art
in Edgartown.
I s l A N D M O sA I C
nortH WatEr gallEry
Coffee & Conversation with Ray Ellis Saturday July 7, 10–11:30am
Artists’ Reception Traeger di Pietro, Ken Otsuka & Jim Holland Thursday, July 12, 5–7pm
fIEld gallEry
Artists’ Reception Jhenn Watts, Kenneth Pillsworth & Jeff Hoerle Sunday, June 24, 5–7pm
Artists’ Reception Eva Cincotta & Craig Mooney Sunday, July 8, 5–7pm
davIs HousE gallEry
The Davis House Gallery Hours
June: Saturdays and Sundays,
1–6pm
July: Thursday–Saturday, 1–6pm
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lloyd Kelly
A RT I sT p R O f I l e
Born of aBstractIon
My paintings are not about what is depicted. They come
from within. They are born of emotions, experiences and
concepts which surface subconsciously, and consciously.
Utilizing opposites, the paintings attract, repel, create
tension and come to a resolution through visual dialogue
and interaction with the viewer.
contEMporary rEalIst
This is a high wire act. Could be dismissed at a glance
as trite, nothing new, decorative and illustrative. This is
dangerous territory for someone who claims to be
post modern. I balance the yin and yang of conceptual
abstraction and the use of conventional images and
motifs that are accessible and familiar.
Born of Abstraction
Contemporary Realist
with hidden Balance
A Story
A woman from a Massachusetts first family invited me
for tea at her Vineyard cottage. She said “Mr. Kelly,
don’t get me wrong, I love your painting…” an opening
every artist finds uncomfortable… “I bought your painting
to match my chintz, which it does perfectly — I realize
one is not supposed to do that sort of thing. But I must
say, that painting is doing something in my sitting room.
I can’t stop looking at it. This is some sort of Trojan Horse;
I fear something is creeping out. Can you explain it?”
asyMMEtrIcal or occult BalancE
Asymmetry has a way of inviting the spectator to
participate in offbeat rhythms, elastic tempos, tensions,
and the internal life of the design. The word occult
denotes secretiveness, mystery, and there is something
that wants to escape us in fine examples of this kind of
hidden balance. Some of these are to be found in ancient
Chinese and Japanese pairings, in the art of Japanese
flower arranging and in the art of the Japanese garden.
Exactitude is not truth
— Matisse
There is no excellent
beauty that hath
not some strangeness
in the proportion
— Francis Bacon (essayist)
>> Christina Gallery website: www.christina.com Artist website: www.lloydkelly.com
Cupcakes, Oil on Canvas, 21 x 24”
Pink Tree, Oil on Canvas, 17 x 17"
St. Remy de Provence, Oil on Canvas, 45 x 49"
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“Madame, I Have No Idea”Talking with Trudy Taylor
Patrick Phillips Trudy, last week you said to me you felt every cell in our bodies knows the sun. What did you mean by that?
Trudy Taylor I feel that everything, all the cells in our bodies, are there for a purpose. For some, you may wonder... (laughs) But all the cells fulfill some purpose. They are designated to be heart cells or brain cells or tooth cells, or skin cells or eye cells when they are very, very tiny. So, to me they have to know the sun because the sun is what allows us to live.
If we have a huge surprise by an asteroid or something that bangs into the earth like the one that killed off the dinosaurs, if we had another one of those and it was dark for ten years because of the debris in the air, it would stop the sun from coming to the surface of the planet. It would create an environ-ment in which we couldn’t live. Some other form of life would live through it and develop in a different way. So we are totally dependent upon the sun.
It’s so fascinating. Animals know when to hibernate. A bear goes into hibernation, and when she’s pregnant and lies underground in a semi-comatose condition, while she develops her new bears inside and delivers them in an almost comatose condition — that’s all because of the sun and the length of the day, and she knows all that on some level. If you’re an animal all the cells are tuned into the sun. We don’t think about it.
The plants all respond to it. There’s an interesting editorial in the New York Times about the plants and Thoreau. The plants are all timing themselves in a different way because of the warming of the planet, the changes in the planet. Some are blooming earlier in the spring and some are blooming even earlier. It’s all so connected. The birds fly up here because they know they’re going to have the blossoming and the new insects and something to eat... How do they know all that? It’s all in the cellular level at some point. They don’t think about it.
PP I was watching something last night and they were talking about sentience, or awareness. And even small multicellular organisms have awareness. They bounce off things and move away. Attracting and repelling.
Trudy Taylor They know why they are here. But, they don’t think about it... And we don’t either... (laughter.) We say, Oh, I have to go to the post office. We have to open the sliding glass door, which is having trouble, and you have to close the door properly. And you have to walk out into the garden and be aware, or partially aware, of what’s going on there, and without asking the birds start singing, as if they are singing for me. And I start thinking about the birds. And I get in the car and go to the post office. There are a couple of aging people.
I intentionally make my mind go cheerful to greet them. “Hey Jack.” I think about all these things as I go along through the day, but my whole physiology has a life of its own. I mean, it tells me, ‘You’re sleepy, it’s time to go to bed.” You’re func-tioning on so many cellular levels, I call it. It’s a different part of you. Since you’ve been in utero they have been timed to do their function.
A scientist once told me that when you are having a heart attack you can have pains in different places. And the reason for that is that those areas were once heart cells, and they are in trouble. It might be part of your jaw that might have heart cells, or did in the very beginning of you, and they respond in very unusual ways when you are having a heart attack. Don’t you just wish you were a physiologist or a microbiologist!? I do!
PP I wish my eyes could zoom. I wish I could see the bird close up, and look at the reflection of its eye. I also wish I could see on a molecular level and see all the teeming bacteria on things. I wish that were not a guess.
Trudy Taylor I knew that when I was ten. It came to be near Christmas and someone asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I said I wanted a microscope. And my darling mother went out to find me a toy microscope, and I was terribly disap-pointed. Christmas was always a terrible let down for me.
PP With the microscope, did you get a legitimate...
Trudy Taylor Things were enlarged. I could look at textiles, or a piece of my hair, or dust bunnies under my bed. I could hone in to get some magnification, but it would have been a good time for me to have start taking some science courses with a really good teacher. But, those are things you learn. Instead of studying a lot of science when I was ready for it in the beginning I was just incredibly curious. I filled up the science part of me by
looking at things intensely and wondering and reading about them. One educates oneself.
PP Were you following the dictates of your cells, building the sentient awareness, mindful and curious? Is curiosity innate?
Trudy Taylor I don’t know whether it is or not, but it’s some-thing that needs to be really treasured in the child if they are curious, instead of putting them off. If you’re curious, it’s an itch you have to find out.
Sometimes when I travelled a lot I would go ostensibly to visit a friend in Hawaii who I met in Bali. I’d see as much as I could in a sensory way while I was in the Hawaiian islands — I’d rent a car and drive all around. I’d learn as much as I could. I’d be in touch with the social history and the ecological history and I’d talk to as many people as I could, kind of like a journalist, with curiosity about how the place evolved with people on it. I wanted to know it in a more personal way. Then when I’d get home here I’d go to the library and I’d bring home 3, 6 or whatever was there, fascinating books about whatever I could find. For example, about Elizabeth Bird travels around the Sand-wich Islands. I wanted an in depth perception about everything.
I knew when I was a little kid that I was okay, you know, being here. I belonged to the planet. That I felt related to every-thing and everybody on the planet. I knew that we are all of us capable of terrible things and beautiful things. I knew that we were related to all animals. I could just tell.
You’re part of the planet. You belong on the planet. Every-thing about you is related to the planet. Everything. You are a huge percentage of water and bone and all of that is intercon-nected with other animals. We all came out of the planet. Unless we flew in from outer space.
When I first went to the zoo in Boston when I was a little kid I was so amazed looking in the eyes of the chimpanzee.
This conversation took place April 19, 2012 at Trudy Taylor’s small cape off stonewall Beach in Chilmark.
In earlier conversations she and I had wandered around the riches of memory, knowledge and
curiosity. Trudy possesses interconnected sparks of life that take a conversation easily from a flower
or a bird to the sun and back, in a blink. she told a story once of having “baptized” her children in
walden pond, soon before they all moved to North Carolina from Massachusetts. she said, “They were
all in their little swim trunks. One of them found a coke bottle, another a dollar bill.” Of course, with
everything interwoven in Trudy’s mind and body, in her person, Thoreau is but a small, ironic step away.
his ability to take walks, to teach us about nature, society and life is with her, her kids, and now with
this conversation maybe a few more people.
— Patrick Phillips
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few people to think about it, if I dared ask the question. Ameri-cans I thought, as John Lennon was quoted as saying, “I went out to America but found that no one was home.” And I find that about Americans.
PP What is that?
Trudy Taylor I don’t know. I think that we’re such a young coun-try and we’re such a melting pot of different cultures with different ideas and religions. In one way, the reason for our curiosity and our recklessness and our feeling that we can do whatever human beings can do, and do it better. When I first went to China, I saw people who came from a very, very different philosophy and very established civilization. Their attitude was very, very different, and their ideas were very, very different from ours. I could only think of one word — harmony. Couldn’t speak the language, but I felt very at ease and, in a queer way at home there.
PP Was it because that centuries or millennia provide intercon-nectedness as basis for...
Trudy Taylor I’d have to go back again and back and back looking for some explanation for how we are different and they appeared to be so at ease in their environment. And knew how to be there.
PP What’s an example?
Trudy Taylor For instance I was walking with a young inter-preter down a side street in an ancient town, in probably Sujo somewhere. I came across a well in a community — not a monastery but something similar to that. And there were these older men, there was a roof over the well. These men were sitting around talking, as they often do in the countryside. My interpreter and I were walking slowly through this village. It was different, the look of that group of men, bonding to each other. They had old costumes on — faded blue or gray from the Revolution days. And I suspected they were of a cadre, or neighbors. I stopped and looked at the whole scene. They were sitting on a rise with a structure over it.
I spoke to the translator. At that time the men looked up. I call them old men but they weren’t necessarily old. One of
The chimpanzee was looking right back at me. I knew that we were connected, and the animal knew we were connected. It was a very big occasion for me. It taught me something amazing. When you’re a kid you get a burst of knowledge. Where does that understanding come from? You put it together in your mind somehow. Here is this creature that doesn’t look much like you, although the hands do and the eyes do, and their faces do in a way. Then you wonder what happened as we evolved and changed, what we did with the hair for instance. A chim-panzee’s hair. When you get chills, you get what I call duck bumps. You get cold and the little parts of your skin fluff up. If you had hair on you they’d be fluffing up the hair for insulation, like a bird when it gets cold. So we lost the hair but we still have the tools physiologically to keep us warm, to a point.
I had an uncle named Nicholas who, when he was sixteen or so, froze to death on a salt marsh up in Newburyport. He froze because he made a couple of serious mistakes. It was near Christmas and he evidently shot a duck. It came down in the water in the middle of winter. So he naturally took a rowboat from shore, and went out. Whether he had one sculling oar or whether he had two they don’t know. He got caught in the podge, which is a word for ice floating out that was cracked up and floating out to the sea. He yelled from the river but it was a blizzard and no one could go out there. He managed to get the rowboat up into the salt marsh so he wouldn’t go out to the sea. He had a couple of matches and he tried to light a haystack on fire. My father found him, his brother, frozen into the marsh.
So, I think about him once in awhile. The fact that my family lived on those meadows and fished and were there making a living, it connects me with that part of the world, of the land, that I miss very much. What you’re connected to and how you’re connected to the planet.
PP There’s a kind of metaphor about your uncle being frozen into the marsh. It’s similar to you seeing yourself in the eyes of a chimpanzee. Or what you were saying the last time we met that a flower is connected with everything. It’s not independent.
Trudy Taylor Everything is connected and everything is changing in a subtle and dramatic ways all the time, but all on a planetary scale. One of the great, huge mysteries that we’ll probably never know is what really goes on in the universe in this floating orgy of whatever it is out there. Sometimes I prefer to think that our little planet is flat. (Laughter.) It’s flat. That’s it. No more talk. (More laughter.)
Once when I was in the middle of the Atlantic, I climbed up to the top of the main mast, and there, once again, you are learning something that you’ve never known before. And once you feel secure being there, and you know you’re not going to fall, you can look out and actually see ships going off the edge. You can really feel the curvature of your little planet. All those experiences put you on a footing.
PP If we say that awareness is really a matter of knowing and responding to boundary in some way...
Trudy Taylor To boundary I’m not sure, but I love thinking about how the human being has evolved on the planet. The more complicated it becomes the more interested I am. For instance, I love the idea there may have been several different humanoids evolving on the planet. It’s just not, you know, simple... There were a lot of them. Were they melding? How did the different kinds of animals evolve? How related are we to the Neanderthals? I love the idea of the Neanderthals. The idea that my distant ancient forebears may have procreated... I mean I love that idea.
PP That we were somehow connected to a different genetic make up, a different...
Trudy Taylor ...way of survival. I mean anything you can tell me you have found in the bottom of the deepest cave off the west coast of Africa. I would love to know who they were. I would love a little vignette, a little CD. What kind of music did they have? I’ve seen little horns and flutes and stuff made of bone. I suspect we had music millions of years ago that we could make. That we could tell jokes, and make jewelry. Make pictures of animals in caves. That so delights me. ‘Cause in one human lifetime it’s so brief, you can’t really see the move-ment of the species. But you can imagine it in your mind.
PP What is that? As we move from curiosity to what we thinkis the object of curiosity, like the Neanderthals. What is that motivation to move from absence of understanding to understanding.
Trudy Taylor You want to know more about yourself, maybe.
PP Or is it a preexisting state of being human. That we find essential pleasure in sensing and feeling and understanding and sharing that grasp of something.
Trudy Taylor It’s how we learn. It’s how we develop. We throw ideas into the great melting pot and stir it around over and over and over again, until we get some awareness and belief that some of it really does apply to us, I think.
PP Belief can lead to consciousness, or belief can lead to...
Trudy Taylor Belief is not written in stone. It can be changed and modified and chucked. It’s whatever sustains you in your spiritual life. Once I decided I was going to drive around America by myself to see what people in different areas believed in. It takes a long long time. I soon gave up on that, because you have to know people and get into them to let them tell you how they get their spiritual sustenance, just to stay alive. Some people told me they got sustenance from going down to the Battery in New York and putting their feet in the water, or listening to music, or they’d go out to Walden Pond. I got very
them said some question. And he said to me “They are interested in why you are interested in them.” I said, “I just wondered how long people had been sitting around this well talking, and if this is the original well that served this community. How long have they been doing this?” He said that to these men, and one of them perked up and said, “How perceptive of her to even ask such a question. Yes, it’s the original well.” That was all.
PP That’s just beautiful. Here’s something I’ve been reading. How John Coltrane would practice and practice and practice. Then he would get out on stage and create hours of beauty, coming out of him. Life is, if we are truly aware, much the same. That we practice and practice and practice and that we can have these moments where you’re able to ask this question. Because we live so brief a time our relationship to that practice of life...
Trudy Taylor There’s no dress rehearsal for dying, and you’ve always got dying looking at you, peeking around the fence at you. Life is never long enough, cause there’s so much you want to know and feel and so many things you want to try to experience and know more. I can’t imagine that anyone is satisfied with death and the prospect of death, unless you lose your cells and your brain isn’t functioning anymore.
PP I guess what I’m saying is the clues to awareness to all of us are there all the time, if we remain curious... I like your social-anthropology. You just posit the question.
Trudy Taylor I threw it all in. I’m very, very interested in any community I’ve lived in. I like to learn about the geology and what happened in the past.
I was once in Lugano with my kids in Italy, and I was trying to find out about how they could get little boats so they could row themselves around. They found condoms floating around in the water and asked “What is this mother? Do they come in different colors?” (Laughter) I went to the desk fairly soon after our arrival, and I said to the manager — “Did the glaciers go through here?” I was trying to picture this landscape, and he said, “Madame, I have no idea.” (Laughter.)
My Delights
Thoughts on the Solstice, December 21, 1996
Knowing my bones are the same stuff as the coral reefs, that my blood is of
the ancient seas, that I share the same cells with all the animals, that I belong
for this miraculous moment on this planet.
Standing in the garden with the sea and horizon to steady me, with the garden
of my world at my feet. Flowers, like some cats, purring at my knees.
When I casually join a group of people and discover some of my children or
grandchildren among them.
From “My Delights,” a small chapbook drawn from Trudy Taylor’s journals
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Jorie Graham — Of Inner experience
Eyes shut I sense I am awakening & then I am
awake but
deciding
to keep eyes shut, look at the inside, stay inside, in the long and dark of it,
if it were a garden what would I plant
in it, for now I am
alive I think I feel who among you will tell me
after all this time
the difference & yet again now I am alive & what does that mean lying here eyes
closed first winter morning coming on all round,
yes, this is the start of winter is what
my body
sensing a new dis-
equilibrium says, hypnotized, trembling with fiction, love, the sensation of time passing,
& fear of a-
temporality, & this is
the play of heaven the mind in-
side this body lying here still
alive for
now
thinks—if you could only see my body and beyond me the three windows in the room
letting the uninvented
in—and how true it is
because of the closed
eyes on my human being lying there in the room glistening with plenitude, all conquest
gone from the air—you could say here god owns everything, it is a discharge of duration,
the floor the panes the mirror the single stalk of
freesia the gilded frame the two lionclaw-footed chairs and the tree-knots
still in
the floors someone laid in 1890, the
wormholes here and there in them from those creatures’ work long ago, not long after the
counter-revolution, the troubles—& the wreck here of consciousness—as long as the
person’s eyes
stay shut—beyond the limits of thought—(& who am I
then?)(& don’t go there says my hand as I need it, my
hand, here in this
writing )—and yet
I am also lying on the bed eyes closed
and keeping them so, god owes us
everything I
think from out here, there is not god I think lying in the non-dark of the mind, eyes
closed, hearing the crows rustling in
the nearest
trees, the hayfork in the next field—I want to pray says the person behind the eyes—you
cannot do so I say with these fingers—I want to break the dark with the idea of God says the
non-sleeping person on her back in the beginning of the 21st century, trying to hold onto
duration which is slipping, slipping, as she speaks as I write, active translator, look
I can make a tale of the sinking sun I can begin
summer again here are its
swallows they have
just returned
look
up—but no, they did not come back after that one year, we waited—but here they
are again, do not be
fooled, here, breaking their circles
across the evening air, and there is still sun up near the children’s bedtime, we still say
bedtime, it is a habit, and the bells
ring vespers, or the recording of it, and somewhere there must still be a crafty
animal digging a long tunnel under
this strange hard ground, finding some moisture in there, turning it, grain by grain,
perhaps there is still
the creature
which when it
was known
was known as
the blind mole
somewhere.
>> Author website: www.joriegraham.com
p O e T Ry
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I ’vE BEEn WrItIng Journals — was encouraged to do it
after reading the artist’s way in 1993. She suggested 3 pages
every morning — in a kind of stream of consciousness style to
clear the garbage out of your head, to clear the creative block.
After I finished the book I kept writing journals daily. I can’t tell
you how many journals I have — boxes and boxes.
I then said, “Okay, I have to do something with the journals.” I was
going to pack them up and get rid of them. Even though they
were taking up all the room in the house I couldn’t throw them
out. — I thought, Maybe I can take the words and do some-
thing with them to make them matter. Make MY life matter.
They are my private journals. They’re not for reading, not public,
not a story about my life. I liked the public private thing.
So going back to the Artist’s Way, let me stay with the process
of the book. I would take a few pages, not read them,
tear them up, and work quickly. Just put them down and see
what happens.
Antoinnette Noble
A RT I sT p R O f I l e
Initially, I used paper the size of notebook paper, so the scale
of the paintings were kept close to the size of the paper.
I created 30 to 40 pieces. But, it was not enough.
I thought, “maybe I should read them, and not just tear them up.
So, I started reading 2004 to see if the process of reading
would change anything.
I only read the amount I would tear up, glue it down spontane-
ously and see what came out.
As I worked, the defined lines of the page would keep the chaos
within the defined limit.
The contrast between the words could be disturbing and could
be presented as a calm painting
There is a flux between words and painting, and that is my cur-
rent process and situation.
I’m an intuitive person, but know the journal was directing me
in some way — it created a life in art.
I needed to have one constraint and then to go for it — to do a
free for all on a small piece of paper… Then the idea of com-
ing back with a different palette, or composition came to
me because of the constraints I would arrive at through the
use of the journals.
To me, matter is action oriented. Materializing something is
very important. Meaning is important, and journal writing is
a meaningful act. The matter was, “How am I going to take
action and put it out there and make my mark for myself?”
Because the words are painted over and cut out people can’t
see the meaning, but they can see the material. I like taking
the thoughts and meanings in my world and making some-
thing of it that you can see and touch. It makes me matter
Putting the journals on the paintings mattered to me — whether
my words are profound or silly, they are me, and I’m
here. It’s a point in time where I can take action, and a mean-
ingful action at that, in my life — where I bring these
things together is important because it’s me. I honor that.
When I glue the words, they might be in specific area, and I’ll
work in another area without attending to the words.
Sometimes I’ll do the opposite. Paint large color areas without
paper on the canvas.
I work in imbalance. But when I finish there is a cohabitation.
I might be bothered by it, but it is what it is.
>> Shaw Cramer Gallery: www.shawcramergallery.com Artist website: www.antoinettenoble.com
Word Series: Fluttering Thoughts, mixed media on
paper/panel, 30 x 40"
Word Series: The Most Important Thought, mixed media on paper/panel, 30 x 40"
The Space Between Words, mixed media on paper/panel, 30 x 22"
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SF That’s another issue — the triggers that bring you back to when your grief started, and the period of grief. It was a combination of a physical and emotional experience for me of tremendous, tremen-dous, tremendous loss.
George Cohn What Sandy and Sam are talking about is somewhat different than my experience with grief. I have not lost a mate but a very dear friend. He was a house officer, married with a young child, when he took his life. He did it in a way that was bereft of the fact that we did not know he was that seriously depressed. He was so caught up in his own problems, problems which he did not share with any of his two close friends. The experi-ence of the feelings I had after I had heard he had taken his life was catastrophic because we had shared life together as house officers and as residents... I lost parents when I was in my fifties. Nothing compared to this. They died after I lost my good friend. Their death was nothing compared to what it felt like to lose this close friend.
SB Bereft and bereavement are not the words that were front and center when my husband died. I was 53 and that was twenty years ago. In the first couple of years of losing my husband I had a lot of trouble with the idea that when people suffer a terrible loss there will be some-thing good that will come into your life. You will learn something, or you will be spiritually much more or in touch with yourself.
Those attitudes really bothered me. They bothered me tremendously... I remember reading a book by some kind of guru who had this horrible anecdote about a mother who had to identify her six year old daughter who had been dis-membered by a shark, and this guru said
that this was such an incredible oppor-tunity for her spiritual growth. I thought that’s just total B.S.
SF The part that you bring out, Sandy, so well is that it is such an individual thing, and each person has his or her own ownership of it, and trying to impose a formula on anyone in handling their grief and their life is not very productive, because it is such a personal thing. It’s like the Kubler-Ross thing of the stages of healing was the way of thinking 20–25 years ago. But, there is no one-size-fits-all in this whole arena. And, the more we realize that each person has to do it in his or her own way I think the better the healing process will be.
Patrick Phillips What is grief?
Sam Feldman Grief, to me, was an atomic blast of loneliness and a black cloud over my head, not a gray cloud, but a black cloud, and feeling totally dismembered as if half of my body had been lost and ravaged.
[Pause]
Sandy Broyard Sam, I would agree with that. Your words describe something that is a very physical reaction. I certainly had that when my husband died. It’s an emotional experience, but it’s also a physical experience. There were moments when I couldn’t catch my breath, where I felt like my insides were going to vomit out of me. I couldn’t predict when I was going to be normal or presentable. There’d be times when well-meaning friends would want me to come to dinner or do something, to make me feel better. But, I’d realize as I was going out the door I couldn’t do that. I physically couldn’t do it, because I was shaking and trembling...
This conversation between sandy Broyard, sam feldman and George Cohn took place on April 24, 2012.
The “article” focuses on a single question: “what is grief, and how might we recover from loss?”
The conversation is presented as a Q&A in the interest of living through the words of people who have
suffered grief, and who have, each in their own way, recovered from the loss of a life partner. The purpose
of this piece is to “sit in” on a conversation on loss and recovery. Through it we share how we as human
beings can be resilient in life and discover how people we may know have responded to death and who,
after loss, have engaged in vibrant life.
Loss, Grief and LifeA conversation with Sandy Broyard, Sam Feldman and George Cohn
PP What’s the difference between bereavement and bereft?
GC I think bereavement is the process of healing from your grief and moving on. It’s quite different. The word “bereave-ment” has a completely different connota-tion from grief. My bereavement groups are for healing, for moving on in your life, for not being depressed, and for starting to live again.
SF I think bereft and bereavement are quite different. You can feel bereft, but you can’t feel bereavement because that’s moving forward.
GC Bereft is something being sapped from you. It seems to be something that’s sucked out of you that you can’t put back in. I agree with Sam about bereavement being different from bereft. It’s a feeling that something cannot be replaced. You can make it over again. You can do it again. You can start again. With bereavement, yes, you can get to a point where you can resolve it yourself. Life has to go on.
PP Is there a consistency? Are Time and Reconnection ideas / concepts that are universal?
SF Time is very flexible for each person. I’m not sure they are universal. Maybe they are, but I’m not sure about it. Being involved in the men’s bereavement group with anywhere from six to twelve men every other week, everyone’s story is unique. There are some similarities. You’re right.
PP How do we engage that intercon-nectedness, that social, human, symbolic referencing that we do with another person that’s gone. That needs to be reconsti-tuted in our soul, in our body. How does that occur?
Gretchen Feldman, Fat Cells II, 2007, watercolor on paper, 29 x 37"
Fat Cells II was second in a series of paintings made after Gretchen was
diagnosed with stage four lung cancer. she began to study and paint the
molecular cell structure of the body.
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SB I still think, and Sam you would probably agree with this, when you have such a major loss in your life you’re really isolated in the beginning. Nobody really knows or can know the extent of what you’re feeling and experiencing, and that’s all right.
I had a good friend. She was also a social worker, and she used to say,
“This must be hard, Sandy.” And that was enough. She would just acknowledge that it was hard. That was very comforting.
SF A lot of people say that friends and family are great distractions after a major loss. I didn’t find it that way. I felt it was such an inward thing that was inside of me that external things did not help at the beginning.
GC I think there’s a major issue here that we’re not addressing, and that is that death is a part of life. When you’re alive, you don’t think in terms of death. And there’s no training for the process. You sort of go on, live your life, go on and do what you’re supposed to do. Then suddenly, there’s a loss. Someone dies who is very close to you. You’ve had no training, no experience, and no one has told you what you’re supposed to do and how you’re supposed to react to all this. You’re suddenly supposed to find out for yourself. I agree with both Sandy and Sam; it’s an individual process — how well you’re brought up to live your life and experience death. My experience is different than that. My grandmother had four sisters and two brothers, and I was a little boy and I went to a funeral home for every one of those deaths. So I was inculcated with death at a very early age — except, when it happens with someone you’re close to, it’s entirely dif-ferent than with all the training you could possibly have. You still have that feeling as if someone has sucked something out of your life that you can’t get back in.
SF I agree with you completely, George.
SB I too.
PP As you were saying George, there is no dress rehearsal for death, but it is part of our lives. I’m trying to understand what happens that allows you to live, move on within new connections. What is that, and how did it occur in your lives?
SF For me, the loneliness drove me to seek companionship. So, I started seeking female companions. That is very com-mon with men, mainly to assuage their loneliness.
PP Was that very hard, at first?
SF It was terrible. Terrible. Because everyone who I was with I would sit across from a dinner table and compare them to Gretchen. It was awful. It was terrible. It was painful.
[Long Pause]
SB I kind of assumed that I would find someone. But, my husband was so unusual. I have male friends, and I’m not with anyone in particular right now. Since he died, and it’s been twenty years, I’ve had a number of relationships. None of them have evolved into long term rela-tionships, and that’s because my husband was a hard act to follow. For a number of years I felt I’d have to have that in order to feel okay about myself — I would have to have an “other” in my life. But, my life was very rich and very full before my husband died, and I think that’s just who I am... I think I’m fortunate in my own personality, in who I am, because I have things that I love to do that I’m passionate about. I discovered fly fishing. I moved to the Vineyard permanently. I’ve always been a dancer... So, I feel very fortunate in those ways.
PP Having read your book [Sandy] there’s this River Styx thing that happens when you take the ferry from Woods Hole to the Vineyard — [but going from death to life.] And that you have an internal will that’s both guided by and released from this grief is profound.
Sandy Broyard lives in Chilmark. She facil-
itates the improvisational dance group,
“What’s Written Within” and serves on the
Advisory Board of The Yard. Her husband,
Anatole Broyard who died in 1990 was a
book critic and essayist for the New York
Times. Her book, “Standby,” (Knopf, 2005)
chronicles that loss.
Read “Waving Adieu, Adieu, Adieu” by
Wallace Stevens here: jayx2.livejournal.
com/63285.html
Sam Feldman After selling my national
chain of apparel store in 1990, we moved
to Martha’s Vineyard from Baltimore.
Gretchen loved painting and I was able to
use my entrepreneurial skills to help
create institutions to fill community needs.
We were involved in the start up of the
Charter School, Polly Hill Arboretum, The
Martha’s Vineyard Donor’s Collaborative,
Mopeds are Dangerous, The Farm Insti-
tute, and after Gretchen died, the National
Widowers Organization.
Gretchen Feldman When Gretchen moved
to Martha’s Vineyard she thought nothing
would be more appropriate than becoming
a water color painter since she was sur-
rounded by water. Her love and passion
for the Vineyard was expressed in the way
she blended the landscapes, ocean and
beautiful sky. In the last year of her life she
painted colorful microscopic cancer cells.
However the last one on her easel before
she died was dark and foreboding.
George Cohn I practice Psychiatry on the
Vineyard,after spending almost 30 years
at Yale. My practice involves individual and
group therapy with adults.
The National Widowers’ Organization
is a nonprofit organization whose goal is
to educate the public about the special
needs of men who have lost their life part-
ner. They strive to provide support for men
who have lost and are suffering through
bereavement groups and widower-to-
widower support. For more information go
to their website: nationalwidowers.org
The WConnection strives to help widows
to cope with the difficult loss of their
husbands by providing emotional support
as well as information and training to
help them adjust to their new lives. Learn
more about the WConnection here:
www.wconnection.org
feelings out. What the bereavement group has taught us is that men can express this, and that men can go beyond the group and find a life for themselves with-out their mate.
SF One of the shocking things for many of the men in the group, and was cer-tainly so for me, is when they start dating they’re not the only ones involved. It’s their family. It’s their children, their in-laws, their grandchildren. Many of the men in our group have had a particular problem with their daughters when they start a new relationship. “It’s not mom. She’s so different from mom. She’s not up to mom. How can you do this to us, Dad?” And, “You’re disrespecting mom.” That is a common theme that has come up in our meetings which I never expected.
PP Is that associated with the protector motif, the provider, the solid continuity provider for family?
SF My experience has been that when a widow has a relationship or gets married her children cheer. When a widower has a relationship the sons say “Yeah, dad, go for it.” And the daughters say, in many cases, “It’s awful.” “You’re doing the wrong thing.” This bereavement, this healing, spreads out concentrically in the family and that has been very interesting to me to see how many people it really affects. It often affects the people where the person works and their relationships with others. It’s a big deal. It’s not just 415,000 men a year, and 975,000 widows being created a year. It’s the 1,300,000 people and the 3 or 4 million people who are affected on an annual basis just in this country.
PP In the interest of time... is there something important I have missed that you’d like to share before we call it a conversation?
SF I think it’s important that men know that they are not alone. And, the national organization that we have created,
SB I’m not sure it’s profound. It’s who I am. I think everyone is born having this profound experience of living. I don’t judge. Even people who have “failed” lives, or what we consider a difficult life, their experience is profound. Even if they are frozen in their feelings, that can be a horribly profound experience. I think people and their lives are so end-lessly, amazingly interesting. The trajectory of a person’s life and unique stories are incredible — how people manage or don’t manage, how they fall down, how they can’t go on, and how they do go on.
GC I think something we are addressing is that everyone has their own coping skills. And the question is how grief interferes with one’s ability to have coping skills. Those who have problems with coping skills will try to find ways of assuaging the feeling they have. So, they take up a drug or alcohol and they begin to use that to modify or temper the feeling that they have. But, they don’t under-stand. That becomes more destructive than the original processes. It’s very, very difficult... Sam wanted to found a group with men who have lost. All of them have different coping skills that have been brought out. They use their own individ-ual skills to the best of their abilities.
SF It’s about people who share their own experiences. Sharing your experiences seem to help you in moving on.
PP So shared experience and intercon-nectedness is very important in your own experience — the capacity to learn to cope, to learn to reengage.
GC The fact of the matter is that with men having a bereavement group is they come to realize that they are not alone. They come to realize that there are other men there who can begin to share their feelings. It’s very difficult for men to share their feelings openly. Women can do it very easily. It’s a lot more difficult for men. It’s not perceived as manly to cry. But it is manly to cry, to get the
NationalWidowers.org, is a very impor-tant resource for men whose spouses or significant others have died. If you take a look you will see many of the things we have discussed on that site. We have also started a peer to peer program. All of our meetings are peer-led. They’re not led by professional therapists or psychia-trists. They are led by people who have gone through the experience. We are hav-ing a peer-to-peer program on a national basis where people can give us their names and telephone numbers and we’ll have someone who has gone through the experience speak with them on the phone and let them know that they are not alone and that they will be helped through the process. There’s also a women’s group very similar to ours that has been organically created called the WConnection.org. They are doing wonderful things and are trying to be a national organization to help women.
SB Well, I just think it’s important to keep breathing and to find ways to continue to be present in your life, to stay connected to your community, to be loyal to one’s friends and to be very forgiving to one’s self and not to expect a lot in the early stages of grief. To be gentle and kind to one’s self. There’s a beautiful poem by Wallace Steven’s, “Waving Adieu, Adieu, Adieu.” It’s about staying still. It’s enough to stay still when saying good-bye. For me, it really speaks so deeply about just being present and being still.
GC I think the points that Sam and Sandy have made are very valid. I also think that everyone should understand that death is a part of life. That when we make out a will, we don’t ever expect it to be enforced. You sit in the attorney’s office and you say “This is not going to happen to us. We’re just going to go on...” People should be aware of the fact that death can be beautiful, that it can be a blessing for someone to die a very grace-ful, peaceful, quiet death.
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It’s an amazing area to be in. It’s not the usual methods of understanding, or reason, or argument. It’s outside of all that. Could you give it a name? I’m sure there is one, but it’s hard to find. How can I express something which goes beyond the usual expression? It helps even to put it this way, to try to….it amounts to another view of life. What I really sense is that reality is the nature of life beyond everything that is generally accepted as ‘this’ or ‘that.’ Beyond dualism. Yes. So this includes everything it sounds like. Yeah. Very interesting. It really is. I could imagine setting this up in order to avoid opposition or argument or something, but this isn’t that. Yeah, that would be avoidance and this isn’t that. Yes. As I go on experiencing life now, some new way of experiencing enters into it. And it’s meaningful. This is a very important point, because there’s a temptation I’ve had at least, to dismiss life as meaningless. And that’s not it at all.
Life is expressing Itself, being out there, being there. I’ve never looked at it this way before. It’s way beyond ego. This whole belief in a separate ego isn’t true. Exactly true. Because what we so often feel is that we’re separate, but we’re not separate. We can’t even use the word. Something in you is absolutely related to this.
(We got cut off by the nurse, Linda, coming in.)
David: I sense that love is all around…. Love is our guide, too.
David: I sense that where there is disintegration, there is an even deeper integration going on. Demaris: What, in your experience, is disintegration and integration? Disintegra-tion — the best way I can describe it is an old habit I’ve had of not making ultimate sense out of life. I’ve carried that with me a long time. Now, something else is turning up. Integration is a way of describing it, which is very meaningful to me. What’s getting integrated? laughs…I can’t really…. It’s that, there is a much greater meaning in life than I’ve ever recog-nized before — sharing life, growing, changing, developing —especially in recent times I’ve been very aware of that process. The word ‘integration’ says to me, no matter what you think, there’s an ultimate meaningfulness about life and that’s something you can discover ongoingly. Even when you’re sick and almost dying some of the time, you discover this? Yes. I think so. That’s a very important aspect of it, because the large and small issues, like inadequacies or losses of certain abilities — but there’s something else that’s quite in the other direction. Like what? The Truth seems to be emerging somehow that there’s no end to learning or coming to the reality of life. Some of the time that you’re in this sickness you’re closer to the Light. Yes, I agree. There are examples, like in the material that I’ve been reading today. It’s about a remarkable process of becoming one with life, as though every aspect of life becomes a part of the awareness of its own meaning. And that means a process of recognition, as though the Reality or Truth were being recognized more and more. Maybe it recognizes Itself. Yes. That could very well be, that there’s a Self-recognition involved. And the basis of all this goes well beyond the usual basis of reason and argument. It’s bigger. And there’s no competition, and there is no argu-ment here for Something that’s Beyond. It just is.
Disintegration/Integration
august 12, 2011
august 13, 2011
About eight months before my late husband David hart passed away, I realized that he was saying
some very important, very transcendent things. I felt I had better write them down as a record
for myself and possibly for others. with this realization, our “Conversations” began. starting in early
January of 2011, I began sitting with David, taking dictation while he talked. he was able to articulate
his perceptions as he approached the border between this life and the next one. his perceptions are
a life line to me now when I reread them. They are a gift.
Demaris Wehr, David hart’s widow, is a psychotherapist in private practice on
the vineyard. she is currently finishing a book about work she did in Bosnia
and writing another book about her last year with David. It is provisionally entitled
“from loss to legacy: A Gift of healing in later years.” After it is finished, she plans
to offer workshops called “Grieving as soul work.”
I Was Born on tHE vInEyard, love the beauty of the land,
sea and sky. My art is my response to the endlessly changing
light and color. I often make monotypes without using a brush,
and with my oil paintings I attempt to keep some of the same
simplicity — sometimes to the point of abstraction.
Marston Clough
A RT I sT p O RT R A I T
David Hart and Demeris Wehr discuss life at the end of life.
>> Artist website: www.marstonclough.com
Front, oil on canvas, 16 x 20"
es sAy
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queen, Elizabeth I, for whom they had named these islands. Less official reports of their voyage were probably circulated over pints of ale and bitter.
Stories of these new world adventures could have spread through their letters, journals, and tales told. William Shakespeare, writing at this time, most likely heard rumors of newly discovered islands. In the early 20th century, someone speculated that Cuttyhunk was the model for Prospero’s island, featured in The Tempest.
The theory rests on several descriptions within the play. Like Prospero’s island, Cuttyhunk has two harbors and a pond. On it, a group of shipwrecked sailors could completely lose track of one another, but not for long. The island is windswept and virtually bare of trees: “Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing.” (The Tempest, Act II, scene 2, lines 18–19). Also, a breeze comes to the island from the Bermudas, suggesting that it is in the north. More serious scholars argued that Caliban’s black-ness and a mention of marmosets, a South American primate, pointed to a location in the Caribbean.
As a writer, Shakespeare need not have relied on a single account for his imaginary island. More likely, he knit together the dreamlike setting of The Tempest from a variety of sources, including his imagination, and stories from Gosnold and his crew. Prospero’s island is more dreamscape than real, just like the view of Cuttyhunk from the shores of the Vineyard on a sunny winter day.
In my basement, there is a pile of white oak and marine plywood, the very sketchy beginnings of a boat. I believe that some day my brother and I will finish it and sail across the Vineyard Sound. Then, we could join the yachts crowding Tarpaulin Cove on Naushon every August. Or, I could wait until the crowds and summer haze have given way to clearer autumn light, and the land and sea shine in saturated, crisp colors, just before the cold turns them brown. I could take my small boat and beat through the waves along the shores of the Elisabeth Islands, all the way to Cuttyhunk, then sail back home, to dream of them again.
I have never visited Naushon, not in my waking life, but I’ve dreamed myself there dozens of times. I’ve watched its landscape roll by, season after season, as I take the ferry to and from my home, Martha’s Vineyard. As the
ferry pulls through the waters of Woods Hole, I gaze at its low, grassy hills.
I’ve constructed a landscape in my mind from these glimpses, and follow its contours as I sleep. I visit the house that’s just over the hill, in a little valley. Further west lies a mansion where there might be a party, or perhaps the guests have just
departed. I wander through its dusty rooms, looking out to sea.
The real Naushon, on my horizon, is tan-talizingly out of reach. The Forbes family has owned it, the largest of the Elizabeth Islands, since 1856. They also own Uncatena, Nonameset, Pasque and Nashewena — almost the entire group of these low-lying lands. I know some people who’ve been to Naushon, legally and illegally, but so far, I haven’t touched its shores. Sometimes I imagine myself in their virgin forests of windswept trees, as I traipse, trespassing, through the lesser woods on my side of the sound.
Sometimes I look across to the Elizabeth Islands as I sit on the beach at Lambert’s Cove or lean against the fence at the top of the Aquinnah cliffs. In summer, yachts sail along the sound, tantalizingly close to
that other shore. Tidal waters run through the gaps between the islands, from Wood’s Hole beside the mainland to Robinson’s Hole and Quick’s Hole, all the way out to Robinson’s Gap and Cuttyhunk. Beyond lie Buzzards Bay and the continent of North America. The sun sets across those waves, illuminat-ing the islands, then obscuring them as they fade against the vibrant sky.
Another island sits out of sight, in Buzzards Bay. Once upon a time, Penikese served as a leper colony, a place to cast away the victims of that unsightly disease. Now it’s the site
of an alternate juvenile detention program for teenage boys, today’s undesired citizens. I’ve thought of getting a job there, just so I could visit. So far, I haven’t.
The final, seawardmost island in the chain is Cuttyhunk. This one, I could legally visit, without any special permission from the Forbes family or grappling with the problems of troubled adolescents. A town covers the lee side of the island’s main hill. About 30 people live there year-round, but its population swells in the summer months. I could sail there from Menemsha on the catamaran Arabella, but only in July and August.
I went to Cuttyhunk on my cousin’s fishing boat when I was about 12 years old. I remember running up through the town, but then we were hurried back to the boat and home. I’ve always wanted to return. A ferry runs from New Bedford every day in the summer, but only once a week in the colder months. In winter, Cuttyhunk is nearly as inaccessible as those other islands. From the sands beneath the cliffs, the clear light of a December sun sometimes refracts its low profile into a mirage city.
Cuttyhunk’s dreamscape pedigree is more exalted than my night-time ramblings over the sunny hills of Naushon. In 1602, the explorer Bartholomew Gosnold and his crew landed there. They intended to establish the first English settlement in this part of the world. During their three-week stay, the Englishmen built a fort on a tiny island in Cuttyhunk’s seaward pond, and gathered sassafras roots to sell back in their home port.
In those days, Wampanoags came to Cuttyhunk and the other Elizabeth Islands in the summer, to hunt, fish, and gather, but their homes were on the mainland or Martha’s Vineyard. The island was mostly uninhabited, which partly explains its appeal to the small expedition. In their journals, members of Gosnold’s crew wrote about the island and their feast with the visiting native Americans, who they described as tall and fair.
When Gosnold’s ship prepared to sail back across the Atlantic, few crewmembers were willing to remain. They abandoned their fort on this wind-swept island, vulnerable as it was to hurricanes and lesser blasts from the sea. On their return to England, Gosnold and his crew presumably reported to their
Amelia smith — Dreamscape: The elizabeth Islands
f I CT I O N
>> Author website: www.ameliasmith.net Photographer website: www.nealrantoul.com
Photographs courtesy of Neal Rantoul, Elizabeth Island Series, 2011
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My drIvE to paInt Is rootEd In tHE dEsIgn procEss and letting people draw their own
conclusions. I enjoy the uninterrupted, materialization of the object and the potency of the end
product. Things that happen quickly tend to retain underlying concepts. There isn’t enough time to
pick away at an idea when something happens in a matter of days. In my experience, the original
concept of a design can sometimes get lost in the act of collaboration and construction. I guess I have
a strong desire for creative control and these paintings are a part of that. If I desire anything from
my art it would be for viewer to take something away from the experience and keep it to themselves.
I feel its a very personal experience. I guess I want different people to connect with the art in
different ways. The only way to do this is to not force ideas or meanings onto a viewer and allow a
unique interaction. I don’t title the works or force a particular orientation as this gives someone
the chance for a unique interaction with the art. I don’t think people want to be told what they should
see in my art. I trust the process and don’t have a set approach except to do what I’m sure
to love. I like the idea of blurring the lines between painting, sculpture and an interactive object. By not
forcing an orientation for a painting you leave open the possibility for multiple people to view
the art differently. I like this level of interaction between the art and the viewer — I look at most of my
paintings as interactive sculpture.
Ketz
A RT I sT p R O f I l e
>> PIK NIK Art and Apparel Gallery: www.piknikmv.com Artist website: www.ketzweiler.com
B2, (double sided), acrylic paint on panel, 44 x 44"
C5, (4 sheets), acrylic paint, perm ink, oil pastel on paper, 46 x 70"
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The theater is empty; the house lights are low. Yo-Yo Ma is lugging his cello across the stage toward a lonely metal chair at its center. The instrument looks heavy, and
Ma takes delicate steps, the long horsehair bow jutting out into space. He sits, steadies himself in the chair, and stares for a long moment at the sheet music. Then he raises his right arm, positions his fingers on the wooden neck, and drags the bow across the strings. The first note sounds like a beautiful moan.
I’m sitting next to Bruce Adolphe, the composer of the piece Ma is rehearsing, and he seems a little nervous. Because Ma is such a celebrity — in the previous two months, he’s played twenty-three concerts in eighteen cities — this is the first time Adolphe has heard him play the music. “There’s always that anxiety that comes during the run-throughs,” Adolphe says.
“I’ve been living with these notes for so long, but it always sounds different when it’s up on stage.” Ma is sight-reading the piece, so he begins playing slowly, like someone trying to decipher the first pages of a novel written in a barely familiar language. Sometimes he stops in the middle of a phrase and then repeats the notes with a slightly different interpretation.
And then, after a few tentative minutes, Ma begins to disappear into the music. I see it first in his body, which begins to subtly sway. The movement then spreads to his right arm, so that the bow starts to trace wider and wider arcs in the air. Before long, Ma’s shoulders are relaxed and expressive, drawing together whenever the tempo increases. And when he repeats the theme of the piece, his eyes briefly close, as if he were entranced by the same beauty he’s pouring into space. I look over at Adolphe: his tension has turned into a faint smile.
Bruce Adolphe first met Ma at the Juilliard School in New York City. Although Ma was only fifteen years old at the time, he was already an established performer, having played for JFK at the White House and with Leonard Bernstein on national television. Adolphe was a promising young composer who had just written his first cello piece. “Unfortunately, I had no idea what I was doing,” Adolphe remembers. “I’d never written for the instrument before.” He’d shown a draft of his composition to a Juilliard instructor, who told him that the piece featured a
chord that was impossible to play. Before Adolphe could correct the music, however, Ma decided to rehearse the composition in his dorm room. “Yo-Yo played through my piece, sight-read-ing the whole thing,” Adolphe says. “And when that impossible chord came, he somehow found a way to play it. His bow was straight across all four strings. Afterward, I asked him how he did it, because I had been told by the teacher that it couldn’t be done. And Yo-Yo said, ‘You’re right. I don’t think it can be done.’ And so we started over again, and this time when the chord came I yelled, ‘Stop!’ We both looked at his left hand, and it was completely contorted on the fingerboard. The hand position he had somehow found was uncomfortable for him to hold; his fingers were twisted in a most unnatural way. ‘See,’ Yo-Yo said,
‘you’re right, you really can’t play that.’ But he did!” For Adolphe, the story is a reminder of Ma’s astonishing
talent, his ability to play those unplayable chords. It’s a virtuos-ity that has turned Ma into one of the most famous classical performers in the world, an artist celebrated for a wide variety of recordings, from the cello suites of Bach to the swing of American bluegrass. He’s improvised with Bobby McFerrin, recorded scores for Hollywood blockbusters, and popularized the melodies of Central Asia. “Sometimes, I’ll watch him play and I’ll feel that same awe I felt as a student at Juilliard,” Adolphe says. “He can take your notes and he can find the thing that makes them come alive. Ma is a technical master, of course, but what makes him such a special performer is that he also knows when to release technique for something deeper, for that depth of emotion that no one else can find.”
But Ma wasn’t always such an expressive performer. In fact, his pursuit of musical emotion began only after a memorable failure. “I was nineteen and I had worked my butt off,” Ma told David Blum of The New Yorker in 1989. “I knew the music inside and out. While sitting there at the concert, playing all the notes correctly, I started to wonder, ‘Why am I here? What’s at stake? Nothing. Not only is the audience bored but I myself am bored.’ Perfection is not very communicative.” For Ma, the tedium of the flawless performance taught him that there is often a tradeoff between perfection and expression. “If you are
Imagine | Jonah LehrerThe struggle of maturity is to recover the seriousness of a child at play.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
only worried about not making a mistake, then you will communicate nothing,” he says. “You will have missed the point of making music, which is to make people feel something.”
This search for emotion shapes the way Ma approaches every concert. He doesn’t begin by analyzing the details of his cello part or by glancing at what the violins are supposed to play. Instead, he reviews the complete score, searching for the larger story. “I always look at a piece of music like a detective novel,” Ma says. “Maybe the novel is about a murder. Well, who committed the murder? Why did he do it? My job is to retrace the story so that the audience feels the suspense. So that when the climax comes, they’re right there with me, listening to my beautiful detective story. It’s all about making people care about what happens next.”
Ma’s unusual musical approach is apparent during these rehearsals, as he carefully refines his interpretations of Adolphe’s score. Over the course of the afternoon, his performance steadily accumulates its feeling; his body grows more loose-limbed and expressive. Ma’s slight shifts of interpretation — hushing a pianissimo even more, speeding up a melodic riff, exaggerating a crescendo — turn a work of intricate tonal patterns into a passionate narrative. These shifts are not in the score, and yet they reveal what the score is trying to say. Most of the time, Ma can’t explain what inspired these changes, but that doesn’t matter: he has learned to trust himself, to follow his storytelling instincts.
And this is why Ma sways as he plays: Because he can’t restrain himself. Because he is experiencing the same emotions that he is trying to express. Because he is letting himself go.
“The best storytellers always get really into their own stories,” Ma says. “They’re waving their arms, laughing at their own jokes. That’s what I try to be like on stage . . . I know that some of the best music happens when you let yourself get a little carried away.”1
To make this kind of performance possible, Ma cultivates an easy, casual air backstage. Thirty minutes before the concert begins, Ma disappears into a quiet room. When he reemerges, I expect him to be somber and serious and maybe a little nervous. Instead, Ma is just as disarming and funny as ever, teasing me about my tie, eating a banana, and making small talk with Adolphe. This ease is not a pose: Ma needs to stay relaxed. If he is too clenched with focus, too edgy with nerves, then the range of his musical expression will vanish. He will not be able to listen to those feelings that guide his playing.
“People always ask me how I stay loose before a performance,” Ma says. “The first thing I tell them is that everybody gets nervous. You can’t help it. But what I do before I walk onstage is I pretend that I’m the host of a big dinner party, and everybody in the audience is in my living room. And one of the worst things you can do as a host is to show you’re worried. Is the fish overcooked? Is the wine too warm? Is the beef too rare? If you show that you’re worried, then everybody feels uncomfortable.
This is what I learned from Julia Child. You know, she would drop her roast chicken on the floor, but did she scream? Did she cry or panic? No, she just calmly picked the chicken off the floor and managed to keep her smile. Playing the cello is the same way. I will make a mistake on stage. And you know what? I welcome that first mistake. Because then I can shrug it off and keep smiling. Then I can get on with the performance and turn off that part of the mind that judges everything. I’m not thinking or worrying anymore. And it’s when I’m least conscious of what I’m doing, when I’m just lost in the emotion of the music, that I’m performing at my best.” 1. There is something scary about letting ourselves go. It means that we will screw up, that we will relinquish the possibility of perfection. It means that we will say things we didn’t mean to say and express feelings that we can’t explain. It means that we will be onstage and not have complete control, that we won’t know what we’re going to play until we begin, until the bow is drawn across the strings.
While this spontaneous method might be frightening, it’s also an extremely valuable source of creativity. In fact, the act of letting go has inspired some of the most famous works of modern culture, from John Coltrane’s saxophone solos to Jackson Pollock’s drip paintings. It’s Miles Davis playing his trumpet on Kind of Blue — most of the album was recorded on the very first take — and Lenny Bruce inventing jokes at Carnegie Hall. Although this kind of creativity has always been defined by its secrecy, we are now beginning to understand how it happens.
The story begins in the brain. Charles Limb, a neuroscientist at Johns Hopkins University, has investigated the mental process underlying improvisation. Limb is a self-proclaimed music addict — he has a small recording studio near his office — and has long been obsessed with the fleshy substrate of creative performance. “How did Coltrane do it?” Limb asks. “How did he get up there onstage and improvise his music for an hour or sometimes more? Sure, a lot of musicians can throw out a creative little ditty here and there, but to continually produce masterpiece after masterpiece is nothing short of remarkable. I wanted to know how that happened.”
Although Limb’s experiment was simple in concept — he was going to watch jazz pianists improvise new tunes while in a brain scanner — it proved difficult to execute. That’s because the giant superconducting magnets in fMRI machines require absolute stillness of the body part being studied, which meant that Limb needed to design a custom keyboard that could be played while the pianists were lying down. (The setup involved an intricate system of angled mirrors, so the subjects could see their hands.) Each musician began by playing pieces that required no imagination, such as the C-major scale and a simple blues tune memorized in advance. But then came the creativity
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Copyright © 2012 by Jonah lehrer, houghton Mifflin harcourt publishing Company
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condition: the subject was told to improvise a new melody as she played along with a recorded jazz quartet.
While the subject was riffing on the keyboard, the scanner was monitoring minor shifts in brain activity. The scientists found that jazz improv relied on a carefully choreographed set of mental events. The process started with a surge of activity in the medial prefrontal cortex, an area at the front of the brain that is closely associated with self-expression. (Limb refers to it as the “center of autobiography” in the brain.) This suggests that the musician was engaged in a kind of storytelling, searching for the notes that reflected her personal style.
At the same time, the scientists observed, there was a dramatic shift in a nearby circuit, the dorsolateral prefrontal cortex (DLPFC). While the DLPFC has many talents, it’s most closely associated with impulse control. This is the bit of neural matter that keeps each of us from making embarrassing confessions, or grabbing at food, or stealing from a store. In other words, it’s a neural restraint system, a set of handcuffs that the mind uses on itself. What does self-control have to do with creative improvisation? Before a single note was played in the improv condition, each of the pianists exhibited a
“deactivation” of the DLPFC, as the brain instantly silenced the circuit. (In contrast, this area remained active when the pianist played a memorized tune.) The musicians were inhibiting their inhibitions, slipping off those mental handcuffs. According to Limb, this allowed them to create new music without worrying about what they were creating. They were letting themselves go.
But unleashing the mind is not enough — successful improv requires a very particular kind of creative expression. After it slips off the handcuffs, the brain must still find something interesting to say. This is the generation phase of the improv process, in which performers unleash a flood of raw material. What’s so astonishing about this creative production, however, is that it’s not reckless or random. Instead, the spontaneously generated ideas are constrained by the particular rules of the form. The jazz pianists, for instance, needed to improvise in the right key and tempo and mode. Jackson Pollock had to drip the paint in a precise pattern across the canvas. Or look at Yo-Yo Ma: his emotional release always fits the exacting requirements of the music. He sways, but he sways in perfect time. “I think the best way to perform is when your unconscious is fully available to you, but you’re still a little conscious too,” Ma says.
“It’s like when you’re lying in bed in the early morning. I always have my best ideas then. And I think it’s because I’m still half-asleep, listening to what my unconscious is telling me. But at the same time, I’m not in the midst of some crazy dream, because then it’s just crazy. I guess it’s a controlled kind of craziness. That’s the ideal state for performance.”
How does the brain find this liminal space? That was the question asked in a recent fMRI study by neuroscientists at Harvard in which twelve classically trained pianists were told to invent melodies. Unlike the Limb study, which compared brain
activity during improv and memorized piano pieces, this experiment was designed to compare brain activity during different kinds of improv. (This would allow the scientists to detect the neural substrate shared by every form of spontane-ous creativity, not just those bits of brain associated with particular types of music.) As expected, the various improv conditions — regardless of the musical genre — led to a surge of activity in a variety of neural areas, including the premotor cortex and the inferior frontal gyrus. The premotor activity is simply an echo of execution, as the new musical patterns are translated into bodily movements. The inferior frontal gyrus, however, is most closely associated with language and the production of speech. Why, then, is it so active when people compose on the spot? The scientists argue that expert musicians invent new melodies by relying on the same mental muscles used to create a sentence; every note is like a word. “Those bebop players play what sounds like seventy notes within a few seconds,” says Aaron Berkowitz, the lead author on the Harvard study. “There’s no time to think of each individual note. They have to have some patterns in their toolbox.”
Of course, the development of these patterns requires years of practice, which is why Berkowitz compares improvisation to the learning of a second language. At first, he says, it’s all about the vocabulary words; students must memorize a dizzying number of nouns, adjectives, and verb conjugations. Likewise, musicians need to immerse themselves in the art, internalizing the intricacies of Shostakovich or Coltrane or Hendrix. After musicians have studied for years, however, the process of articulation starts to become automatic — the language student doesn’t need to contemplate her verb charts before speaking, just as the musician can play without worrying about the movement of his fingers. It’s only at this point, after expertise has been achieved, that improvisation can take place. When the new music is needed, the notes are simply there, waiting to be expressed. It looks easy because they have already worked so hard.
These cortical machinations reveal the wonder of improvisa-tion, the mirrors and wire behind this magic trick of creativity. They capture a mind able to selectively silence that which keeps us silent. And then, just when we’ve found the courage to create something new, the brain surprises us with a perfectly tuned burst of expression. This is what we sound like when nothing is holding us back.
1. In many respects, Ma’s obsession with spontaneity and expression — and his disinterest
in perfection — evokes an earlier mode of performance. The classical music of the eighteenth
century, for instance, is full of cadenzas, those brief parentheses in the score where
the performer is supposed to play “ freely.” (The practice peaked with Mozart, who wrote
cadenzas into most of his compositions.) In these frantic and somewhat unscripted moments,
the performer was able to become a personality and express what he felt.
Barney Zeitz
A RT I sT p O RT R A I T
I HavE spEnt 40 yEars tryIng to figure things out. I want to
infuse objects with meaning, where a centerpiece on the table not only
holds flowers, or a cat, but makes a ceremony of sitting in front of it.
Building my house / studio made for many opportunities to figure out a
solution to a problem by creating objects of glass, metal, and drawing
to function as doors, lighting fixtures; even the garbage bin.
Designing and building the studio and enclosures for the yard became
a large art piece with the outdoor shower, arbors with sculptures on top
and the large metal and glass wall of the welding studio. Working on a
functional item is just as important in that moment of creation as a public
memorial. Being present in the moment is my greatest challenge.
Not looking ahead to finishing, or back at what is done, but just being here.
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Kathy Garlick
Even on summer evenings I don’t often linger outside. I’ll walk down to the beach and take a swim, but once I hang my wet suit on the line and step into the kitchen, this room becomes the center of
my concentration. I flick on the lights, turn up the radio, and start dinner.
One of the kids or a guest may call me out onto the back porch to admire the sunset, but no matter how lovely it is, my attention remains with the meal on the stove. The ding of a timer or the scent of finely chopped basil tugs me back inside. So I usually miss the time when light slowly fades and so many animals become active.
Not this evening. Tonight I am home alone. I pour a glass of cold white wine, drag a chair into the far corner of our porch and sink into it. The cottage next door is empty of its usual summer tenants. There are no sing-song voices playing hide and seek in the small yard. No screen doors bang. The grill sits unlit. The porch light is off. I notice three catbirds hopping along the low stone wall between our house from theirs. The undiluted quiet is a gift.
Fog blankets the dropping sun. This isn’t one of those nights with wild reds and oranges swirling across the sky. The fading light is the dusty color of a blueberry. As the dusk slowly ebbs, I watch the color bleed and thicken to a deep plum against the umber of the newly mown field.
A tawny smudge moves at the bottom of the field, catching my eye. I wait. Out from behind a huckleberry bush steps a young doe. Her four legs are delicate and lanky, thin strips of gold against a puddle of the blue grey light. She must sniff me, since she stops and looks my way, but she does not startle. Instead, she twists to rub her hind leg with her head, indulging in a long, thorough scratch before continuing along the path.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve watched my own children and dogs meander down this same trail heading for the beach. I anticipate where she will vanish behind two beetlebungs and then move my eyes to the exact spot where
she will reappear. I track her journey until she disappears at the far end of the field, absorbed by a purple patch of oak.
Just as I lose sight of the deer, two skunks saunter into view as if on cue. Separated solely by a low stone wall, these solitary animals seem oblivious of one another. What innate signal roused these animals from their burrows at the exact same moment? One patrols our yard, while the other comman-deers the cottage field. They notice me: both tails are up in warning, but otherwise they sniff the ground for grubs, fully absorbed with the business of dinner.
Their black-and-white coats look glossy and thick. The white stripe glows iridescent in the advancing dark. I have an urge to run my hand through their fur, but it’s short-lived. The skunk in our yard comes closer and closer to my perch on the porch. He’s more at home than I am comfortable with. I click my tongue to remind him I’m here. It works. He races across the lawn and slithers over the wall and vanishes in a tangle of bittersweet and wild cherry.
Stars pepper the sky. It’s fully dark now, and the thought of my own dinner pulls me inside. Encircled by the yellow glow of my cozy kitchen I try to picture all the other animal lives I run parallel to but rarely intersect with. Who else do I routinely miss? Otters? Owls? Raccoons? Moles? Spiders? I wonder how many species use the path I think of as ours and which animals are just now getting up and starting their day in the night?
I’m grateful to be reminded of the extraordinary way living things fill each niche. It’s too easy to forget how remarkably complex and rich our world is. From the kitchen window I can just make out the outline of my bathing suit on the line. Tomorrow morning when I put it on, I’ll be following the deer’s path to the beach and looking for signs of other travelers. Tomorrow evening I hope to be back on the porch watching and listening to the vibrant world that’s always there. It’s just a matter of paying attention.
laura wainwright — evening watch
Angels, who fell nine days
And nine nights, how much pity
You must have felt for yourselves.
Falling, did one of you dream
Of a crippled child sitting at your knee,
Looking up at you with his big gold eyes?
Did you say, I envy you.
Did you hear crackles of seeds
Pushing through
The plowed earth below?
Or were the sounds around you
Only your own voices
Falling through the reverse of life?
Everyone knows it is not because of you
That we don’t love the world enough.
You must grieve for us now; it’s only fair.
We gave you so much time.
You see, you have to go deep inside
your own history, and find what
trembles there, on the ice
on the middle of the continent—
a little deer standing just three feet high
and ask, what are you doing here?
and you have to let the stars look
and be blind to the ghost dance
while the delicate play of causes
forgets you
and the red faced man lying
beside a wall, worked over by men
who hated their days and nights
who drank and spit in a light rain.
You are supposed to stay still—
you’re to call to each other
at night when you hear your enemies
pray, and the cries from the street
which make you afraid as teeth are big—
I tell you now because I love you, and
if you think I’m lying, you’re lost.
What Did You Hear?
Letter to the Insomniacs
f I CT I O N This essay is published by permission of vineyard stories, from the collection
of twenty-seven essays titled: “home Bird four seasons on Martha’s vineyard.”
published in June, 2012.
>> Publisher website: http://vineyardstories.com/book.php/21/Home-Bird
p O e T Ry
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Arts & Ideas How would you describe the
importance of your geometric approach to
volume and light?
Kenneth Vincent I focus on the composi-
tion of things, and the geometry of things is
a template for me to place over what I see.
I’m interested in shape. I organize my paint-
ings around geometry. It forces me to come
to a point, to the tip of the spear.
A&I What do you mean “tip of the spear?”
KV It’s almost like looking through the key-
hole of the door. Everyone has their own
perspective and my geometrical perspective
forces me to look through this little hole and
makes me organize space around whatever
Kenneth vincent
I’m looking for. It forces a particular construct
upon myself.
A&I So your geometry is a prism of sorts
that allows you to see?
KV It gets rid of other people’s noise.
A&I What do you mean?
KV As an artist you’re constantly aware of
the viewer — somebody’s going to see this.
And, as an artist, you’re looking and
seeing through other’s perspectives, what
other artists are doing and have done — in
your awareness, you kind of make a gumbo
at times. That’s fine, but I want to make very
intentional ideas, and this does it.
A RT I sT p R O f I l e
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A&I So, why landscape?
KV My response to place is about trying to find
out who I am and about reconciling my history—
my painting puts me someplace solid.
Landscape is a starting point for me evolving
into different things. Slowly I’m getting closer to
people and animals. The landscape is constantly
evolving as I become more immersed.
A&I So there is a formal process of refinement
and there’s an overarching process of refine-
ment. In that refinement process, are you trying
to say something or see something?
KV Seeing things is the ultimate goal. There
are so many things to see. Seeing is usually the
hardest thing. Whether you’re a photo-realist
or an abstract artist.
I’m ruled by a visual world — I have to let
visual things come out. I don’t focus on the
other things, so I’m always trying to get the
visual out.
A&I Where are you going in your work?
KV It’s funny. It’s like looking back in your
memory. I look at what I’m doing now and my
first painting and I think of it as a thought pro-
cess. I can revisit things in the past that I want
to keep and decide what I want to do as I go
forward — it fits into the refinement process —
or the evolution.
A&I Where do you think you’re going?
KV God, I don’t know… It’s kind of weird.
I always have had this thing for people who are
into psychics — you know, the people who
want to fast forward the movie. I don’t. I’m really
committed to process. I have faith that I’ll
keep going.
A&I Let’s just hope you keep going.
KV Well, I think that’s the thing about being an
artist — you have no choice.
When I was 5, I couldn’t get this fire truck
just right and I wanted to quit right then.
Obviously, I didn’t. So, you can’t stop until you
pull your plug for real.
Bull, oil on canvas, 54 x 85"
Last Boat, oil on canvas, 12 x 15"
Slack Tide, oil on canvas, 43 x 48"
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Camille seaman — Grounded Iceberg, east Greenland
Scientists are trying to understand
the [Greenland] ice sheet in two
ways — “What is the mass balance.”—
What is new snow and new melting. So, it’s
about the snow coming in and ice going out.
Over the last couple of decades the ice sheet
has been losing more ice every year and
the rate of loss has increased — so it’s getting
smaller, faster.
One of the ways the ice sheet loses mass
is the ice moving more quickly with is moving
into the ocean. The amount of ice mass, the
pace of ice loss and climate change all figure
into it.
I’m a geologist by training and the human
time on earth is a microscopic fingertip
change — these [geological] changes are large
v I s I T I N G A RT I sT
on the scale of human history. Greenland and
Martha’s Vineyard are both islands —
Greenland I think is the largest island? They
are both dominated by glacial processes.
Martha’s Vineyard was formed by sediments
and rocks from the [Laurentide] ice sheet
that covered North America.
Greenland is being formed and shaped by
an ice sheet that is disappearing. Greenland
is an island made of rock with ice coming off
of it. We wouldn’t have Martha’s Vineyard
without ice sheets.
Sea level rise and erosion is one thing —
but Martha’s vineyard arose out of an ice
sheet. In that process is both growth and
loss. One real connection is that here
are global climate imprints on a local scale.
A big connection between Greenland and
Martha’s Vineyard can be seen by looking at
it on geological time: Martha’s Vineyard is a
bit of the Laurentide ice sheet. It is temporary.
An iceberg and an ice sheet is temporary.
A moraine is temporary. Like changes on
Greenland, Martha’s Vineyard is here now, but
then one day it could the gone; it’s ephemeral.
We are forced to look at climate models.
We still get a variety of interpretations about
how Greenland would contributed to sea
level rise. We then have to know how well are
our climate models are distilling what we
understand of our climate system.
What’s driving the temperature change is
the build up of greenhouse gasses carbon
emissions and methane releases in the arctic.
We don’t know what those will be, so we don’t
know what the temperature will be.
But there are projections that Greenland
[ice sheet] melting can increase ocean level
from millimeters to a meter over the next 100
years — that’s a lot of water. It’s a big place.
One of the proposed mechanisms for
some of the speedup and loss of ice has been
warming of the ocean water around
Greenland — not just by warming of the air.
The current scientific question is, “Are the
ocean currents are just getting warmer, or are
there new ocean currents that haven’t been
there in the past.”
There is some indication that the Gulf
Stream has spun off warm sub-surface rivers
of water at depth and these are heading up
into the fjords and melting the glaciers.
We are just learning about this now.
Obviously, the ocean connects this region
to Greenland in a big way — not to say we
could put a bottle and find it in Greenland.
But, water can warm up here and be
transported northward by the Gulf stream
and spill off into the fjords to melt ice.
So, it goes both ways — it heats up here
and goes up there. And, around Greenland
the air / water temperature increases ice
melt and could increase ocean levels down
here. It’s as if there is a bit of Greenland
floating around.
— sarah das
Camille Seaman, photographer,
knows time and earth. She brings us
in through expansive images and
helps us appreciate our place
on the planet. Sarah Das, a WHOI
scientist, sees and documents a
planet in motion through a lens of
geologic time. They see the
collapse of Greenland’s ice shelf as
process of both timeless change
and climate change. Greenland and
Martha’s Vineyard are connected
through their perspectives.
>> Artist website: www.camilleseaman.com Sarah Das Whoi website: www.whoi.edu/profile.do?id=sdas 40 Martha’s Vineyard Arts & Ideas Early Summer 201 2
One hundred thirty years ago, in September of 1882, Thomas Edison switched on the world’s first electrical
supply network. It carried direct current electricity to 59 customers in Lower Man-hattan. In the summer of 1883, less than a year after Edison’s Manhattan network, Martha’s Vineyard got its first small electric plant — a generator in Hiawatha Park which powered about a dozen arc lights along Circuit Ave. The lights were smoky, danger-ous, and burned only on summer evenings.
A few years later, a year-round power plant was built in Eastville to supply Vineyard Haven and Oak Bluffs. The rest of the island caught on slowly. Edgartown’s streets were lit by oil lamps until 1896. Electric lines crept up South Road into
Chilmark in the 1940s. Gay Head didn’t get electricity until the 1950s. We no longer had to rely directly on fire, coal and oil lamps for light. Convenient, flick of a switch electricity had arrived.
At first, the island’s electricity came from generators located on-island but owned and controlled off-island. In 1955, the island’s last diesel power plant shut down and the island became entirely reli-ant on the mainland for our electricity. We were connected to a plant in New Bedford, and to the growing industrial power grid.
Over the past century the amount of coal, oil and gas used to light homes, busi-nesses, towns and cities has expanded on massive scale. The U.S. uses about a billion
“short tons” of coal a year in electricity production.1 On a regional basis, figures
New GenerationIn the 1990s and early 2000’s PV panels were installed around the island. Some of those early systems produced solar-generated power that flowed back into the grid. Grid-tied panels on these homes could be thought of as small “cottage industry” energy production sites. Other solar panel projects gave a few households energy independence — free of the grid and industrial electricity. But because of relatively high upfront cost, and consumer habit, decisions to install solar panels were for the most part made on moral, not economic, grounds. Since before the first Earth Day in April 1970 there’s been a powerful refrain: “We’re destroy-ing the earth to light our homes.” Like it or not, moral arguments didn’t provide much market incentive. Until recently that’s where things stood. However, as Edison bet, things are changing.
Today, here on Martha’s Vineyard, a new solar energy economy is emerging. As a result of state and federal rebates, competitive mortgages on solar installa-tions and Solar Renewable Energy Certificates (SRECs) it is now feasible and economically practical to conceive of, design, finance and build modest scale energy production sites on Martha’s Vineyard. As a result of these economic incentives, local towns and businesses are refocusing attention on the financial practicality of solar energy and land- leaseprojects. Aquinnah has agreed to install an array. Tisbury is looking into the economics of leasing land to install an array — potentially contributing four hundred thousand dollars in town revenue. Farmers are also leasing land to small- scale energy developers.4 Not all under-used land suitable for solar arrays is farm or undeveloped land. For municipal and retail land, parking lots are a good example of underused land which can be put to use to generate local renewable electricity.
The array over Cronig’s parking lot is an up-close example of these new “gen-erators” going up in a high-traffic, public space. The arrays are a small-scale local power station at a grocery store. They off-set the building’s fossil energy use by 25%.
In economic terms, when the arrays are generating more electricity than Cronig’s uses, they will pump that energy back into the grid for credit. In addition, with every 1000 Kilowatts generated, Vineyard Power will receive SRECs which can be sold back to the energy supplier. A social benefit exists alongside the economic. With a nod to the future of electric cars on-island, people will be able to drive to the store, park in the shade beneath the arrays, and charge their cars. Perhaps most importantly, the arrays are a model of energy generation. The arrays at Cronig’s will familiarize people with a real life story of energy generation here on Martha’s Vineyard. In the near future, the relationship between people, open public parking space and energy produc-tion could become routine.
The solar arrays at Cronig’s went up quickly; however, they didn’t just spring into being. It took the collaborative interests, design and / or construction capacity of a bank, a retailer, a commu-nity organization and a design / build /energy company. The project is primarily a collaboration between Vineyard Power, Cronig’s, and South Mountain Company. Vineyard Power is building a cooperative of residents and businesses “that own their energy future,” says Richard Andre of Vineyard Power. “We can build a renewable energy infrastructure around solar energy. The solar arrays at Cronig’s are a real demonstration of the physical thing.” To be viable the arrays must be more than a physical model; they must be a financial model as well. “This solar array also creates income. We need to have a functioning business model. Our success depends upon it. Edgartown National Bank is jazzed. Their financing helps it happen,” says Andre. Beyond financial viability and public awareness,
from February 2012 show New England uses one hundred and thirteen thousand tons of coal to produce electricity.2 Over-all, the burning of fossilized plant and animal life accounts for ninety percent of America’s energy. These fossils are limited resources. Some project extraction and production of oil, coal and natural gas will peak — likely within this generation.3
Fossil fuels is not the only story in the last one-hundred-thirty years. The first solar electric cell was built in the 1880s. After a century of slow product and mar-ket development, photovoltaic (PV) panels became a technically practical way to generate electricity for homes. On Martha’s Vineyard, PV panels were put on houses that had never been connected to the grid — as with some on the camps on Cape Pogue.
the arrays, of course, reduce fossil fuel consumption. “The renewable energy put into the grid backs out and replaces fossil fuels,” says Andre. “The state of Mas-sachusetts’s power comes primarily from natural gas, coal, and oil. That money goes away from the island to OPEC, and strip mining,” says Mr. Andre. “Vineyard Pow-er’s goal is to transition the island away from a fossil fuel based energy economy to a renewable energy economy, first through solar and then through large-scale offshore wind, then later through biomass.” This is another “future story.” But, the work done now to finance, design and build early models is important. Vineyard Power’s goal is to become a public utility. They would like to produce 75% of the island’s energy needs locally, through renewable energy, while keeping money, jobs, and control in the island community. “These could happen at the airport, or the High School. We’d like to get to 5 megawatts of island solar energy generation in three years. We’ve built this one, now let’s see.”
In 2003 Steve Bernier, owner of Cronig’s Markets, installed a solar array on the porch of Healthy Additions as a demonstration for the Vineyard Energy Project. As with the new array in the parking lot, part of that collaboration was to raise awareness of solar energy. “I’m doing this because I’m conscious of fossil fuel depletion,” says Mr. Bernier. “We’re tearing down mountains in Appalachia to dig coal, to create energy, to transport food. We have to do something about the fact that all the engines on this planet run on fossil fuel. This gives us a platform to experiment,” Mr. Bernier says. “We have a beautiful community. We are blessed. I just hope we are resilient enough to create shifts in our thinking. I think it’s better if we do this in our front yard, where we can all see it and feel it and talk about it.”
We are like tenant farmers chopping down the fence around our house for fuel when we
should be using Nature’s inexhaustible sources of energy — sun, wind and tide. ... I’d put my
money on the sun and solar energy. What a source of power! I hope we don’t have to wait
until oil and coal run out before we tackle that. — Thomas Alva Edison
Edison in conversation Henry Ford and Harvey Firestone (1931), quoted as a recollection of the author, in James Newton,
Uncommon friends: life with Thomas edison, henry ford, harvey firestone, Alexis Carrel & Charles lindbergh (1987), 31.
The “farm Array” on Andrew
woodru’s land will generate 250
kilowatts of energy. Bill Bennett has
leased the land from Mr. woodru.
The fertile ground below might soon
be planted in a shade-crop.
By Amelia Smith, in collaboration with Patrick Phillips
synergy of imagination, finance, business
and design creates innovative ways to
generate renewable energy — where we live,
farm and shop.
p h OTO s Tova Katzman
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The structural steel installation at Cronig’s is designed in part to inspire other businesses and individuals to move towards solar power. It was also designed and built by South Mountain Company, known more for wood and architecture than for steel and engineering. The initia-tive at Cronig’s “is about energy, cars and people. People can now drive to the store, park in a shady place, and charge their electric vehicles while they shop,” says John Abrams, President of South Mountain Company. “Most of all, it’s about appropriate land use. Parking lots are plentiful, and they consist of disturbed real estate used only for the temporary storage of vehicles. Now we can make them into renewable energy power plants rather than using valuable habitat, wood-lands, or agricultural land for this purpose. With Vineyard Power, instead of ‘them’ (the off-island utility) it’s ‘us’ (our local ratepayer-owned cooperative). “Vineyard Power is bringing banks, investors, solar designers and businesses together to cooperatively imagine and complete innovative solar systems,” says Abrams.
“For South Mountain, these projects, and our new ability to provide solar leases to residential and commercial customers, are expanding our business beyond our traditional areas of interest and expertise. This is the first parking lot canopy project in New England and the Aquinnah landfill project is one of the first on a capped landfill in Massachusetts. We’re constantly learning and taking this in new directions.”
So what happens when people drive home from the store? The Cronig’s array is a 210 kilowatt (kW) photovoltaic installation, but it can take as little as 5kW to power a single family home. South Mountain company also built a group of energy efficient houses on Eliakim’s Way in West Tisbury. Some residents of Eliakim’s Way, like Matt Coffey and his family, have attained zero net energy use — over the course of the year, their solar panels provide enough energy to power the whole house. Even those who still pay the electric company appreciate the combined benefits of solar power and efficiency.
Julia Kidd — The Messages project
JulIa KIdd InstallEd ElEvEn temporary, site specific signs around the
island, from April 23–May 8, 2012. The project was titled “The Messages Project.”
Most signs were in the landscape — Tashmoo overlook, Keith Farm, Aquinnah.
One was in the Regional High School, another on a banner above Main Street,
Edgartown. One was set on the side of the Shenandoah. In Julia’s words: “
The Messages Project” [was] about love and the power of our connection to
others through love. The idea was inspired by messages I received that were so
beautiful and healing I couldn’t help but think anyone would love to receive
such a message. For more information about Solar and
Solar incentive programs, see: www.mass.
gov/eea/energy-utilities-clean-tech/
renewable-energy/solar
US Energy Information Coal Use:
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Table of National Electricity Use:
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Vineyard Power is an energy coopera-
tive based on Martha’s Vineyard dedicated
to the transition toward renewable energy
while simultaneously maintaining the cul-
ture of the island. Learn more about Vine-
yard Power here: www.vineyardpower.com
Learn more about South Mountain
Company here: www.southmountain.com
“All of our utilities are electric,” says Madeleine Ezanno. “It doesn’t take a lot to keep the house warm. Our houses have lots of light and they’re all south-facing.” With three adults and a teenager in the house, they use plenty of hot water, but despite not trying too hard to save energy, their bills are relatively low. “I’d love it if one day we could not be reliant on N-Star,” Ms. Ezanno says. Although they rely on the power system, that system also benefits from the contribution these households make. Home solar panels help create a recipro-cal relationship between homeowners and energy suppliers, rather than a world in which consumers are entirely dependent on industrial power. Through our homes we can understand our relationship to fossil fuels and to resilient, renewable- and low-energy systems.
Solar is a small part of the energy mix in this country. In 2011, solar energy production in the U.S. accounted for less than one percent of the total energy produced. Coal produced 42 percent. Even so, solar power generation is happening here. Innovative models are emerging and enterprising. Forward thinking people are imagining and collaboratively implement-ing new solar systems. Soon, it will be possible to imagine a solar array on every roof and to actually see multipurpose farm land with solar arrays shading let-tuce fields. With these initiatives we could imagine even larger, well-financed initiatives on state land with solar genera-tors producing renewable, grid-tied power we all can benefit from and own. We could piece together our very own power utility. Because of solar’s emer-gence as a close-to-home power source, within the next decade we could cash in on Edison’s hundred and thirty year bet on sun and solar and realize our own form of energy independence.
Energy Note “The energy in the photons that strike the earth each hour is roughly the equivalent to the total energy, from all sources, that humans use in a year.” source: Owen, David. “The Artificial leaf.” New Yorker 14 May
2012: 68–74.
The Jennibeck building on state Road in vineyard haven,
recently sealed, reshingled and fitted with a new solar array.
(work done by south Mountain Company.)
A RT I sT p O RT R A I T
1. Us energy Information Administration —
http://205.254.135.7/energy_in_brief/role_coal _ us.cfm
2. Us energy Information Administration —
http://205.254.135.7/electricity/monthly/epm_ ta-
ble_grapher.cfm?t=epmt_2_5_a
3. Amory lovins; Reinventing fire, Chelsea Green,
October 2011 — humans started burning fossil fuels at a
recognizable scale in the mid-to-late 1800s, and have
consumed roughly one-third of the planet’s technically
and economically recoverable stock of fossil fuels. half of
this consumption has occurred since 1985. projections
from resource experts, although quite approximate,
suggest that we are approaching peak consumption for
oil (some assert the peak has already passed). perhaps
more surprising, projections also indicate that peak coal
may be decades off, not a century or more, since much
of the coal resource now looks too costly to recover. —
http://www.rmi.org/RfGraph-fossil_fuels_global_pro-
duction
4. Andrew woodruff a local farmer has leased land to
Bill Bennett, who is, among other things a local, small
scale energy developer.
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Alaskan Travels | Edward HoaglandIt was february 27th, cold enough to sting the lungs, weigh down your arms,
and pinch the muscles in your heart.
A month after returning from the Kuskokwim, we boarded another Boeing 737, converted for carrying goods until only four rows of seats were left. A
Nome businessman wore a sealskin coat with a polar-bear collar. Hurtling through the clouds on Bering Standard Time, I listened to the thin metal wall rattle between us and eternity, reminding me of my creaky berths on the old Cunard Queens, crossing a stormy North Atlantic two decades before, when nature also slapped against human certainties.
“Welcome to Nome. Facilities are quite limited,” our pilot announced ironically. After the seal-skinned businessman had debarked, the pilot cowboyed up and off the spindly runway, past a talky-looking, tiny-looking, Cold War White Alice advance-warning radar station — the black hole of the jet engine was just outside my window — and over the tundra of Seward Peninsula: settlements such as Iron Creek, Mary’s Igloo, Coarse Gold, Coffee Creek, and the Bering Land Bridge National Preserve, to Goodhope Bay and Kotzebue Sound. Kotzebue (pop. 2,700) was situated on salt water on a marshy peninsula at the mouths of two Brooks Range Rivers, the Kobuk and the Noatak. This meant a hunter could go inland thirty miles and shoot a moose or caribou, or seaward the same distance and shoot an “oogruk,” a hefty bearded seal, whose hide the whalers traditionally used for their skin boats. A walrus provided still more meat — twice as much as even a beluga whale — plus the tusks and skull that Eskimos could legally cut up to carve three-dimensionally or scrimshaw for sale.
Lacking Nome’s gold-stampede origins (and then deflation: its name supposedly a map draftsman’s misreading of the handwritten query, “?Name”), Kotzebue was instead a vibrantly unassuming Inupiat community memorializing an early nineteenth-century Russian explorer who searched past here for a Northwest Passage to Europe. Nor did it seem an airless regulation-processing center like Bethel, stranded neither on the sea nor in the wilds. As in Tanana or Fort Yukon, on the great Yukon River, I felt tentative, in the minority, and on my
best behavior, far from white-run Fairbanks, so to speak. God knows if there would be a hotel room within a hundred miles if Linda lost her temper with me.
It was February 27th, cold enough to sting the lungs, weigh down your arms, and pinch the muscles in your heart. Along Front Street, the wooden frame houses had caribou antler racks on the roofs. The women standing in the doors, as we drove through from the plane, looked haloed by their white-bear or grizzly hoods, often with the claws left on. But Kotzebue had a twenty-nine-bed hospital (four doctors in and out) and another solid supervisor for its three itinerant nurses, who served the many villages ringing Kotzebue Sound or sprinkled up the fabled Noatak and Kobuk. Martha, who took us in, was a tall, severe-faced, San Francisco ash-blonde beauty, now a veteran of six years living here, and good with a rifle or on a snow machine, as well as the healing arts — and at sizing up men. Pilots would risk their lives, stunting in barrel rolls overhead, to impress her. Others brought her luscious sable furs they had trapped, or delicious cuts of wild meat: not that she didn’t also hunt her own. Nonetheless, she’d not picked one of the macho guys to live with, but Fred, a round-faced, gently intellectual Inupiat birdwatcher, who had identified ninety-five species passing through last year. Both on North America’s closest contiguous point to Siberia at Wales and as a student of subsistence tactics and culture —strumming for us some of Greenland’s Inuit songs — Fred had probably also acquired part of his nimble versatility because for ten years during his childhood he had accompanied his mother when she lived at a tuberculosis sanatorium in Seward, in the south of the state. But after college he’d chosen to return and immerse himself in his ancestry, representing his heritage at statewide “walrus conferences,” for instance, where the current population census and harvest statistics were discussed with federal and state biologists and regulations thrashed out both to protect “the resource” and the natives’ need for walrus meat and ivory. Martha was more interested in exploring the Noatak, where she had a cabin, but that was up his alley, too.
Kotzebue was a tough town, each house a fortress against the cold — even Martha’s mud room felt cold enough to die in, if you were locked out of the rooms beyond — and armed for self-defense at night, when drunks wandered abroad. But the poverty was localized among families without a breadwinner. Not only Prudhoe Bay was sloshy with jobs for anybody fit to work, but the Anaconda and Kennicott copper companies were salivating over deposits recently discovered near Ambler on the Kobuk River, much closer indeed. And tin ore identified at Lost River on the Seward Peninsula offered another prospect of big bucks. Or two “fish-pickers” salmon-netting for six weeks in a twenty- foot boat during the summer in Kotzebue Sound might gross $40,000, if they knew how. Robust energy was the currency. Oil and metal geologists needed guys for their field crews who could deal with an unexpected snowslide, or fill the frying pan with Dolly Varden; and even the ancient craft of luring a lynx into a trap paid cash.
The harbor was navigable three months a year, when generator and heating fuel and durable goods were barged in. Then in the cold weather before freeze-up, the waves of the wake of your motorboat lost their rooster tails, Martha said. But even now, through the ice, you could hook up to sixty twenty-pound sheefish in a couple of hours, or twenty dog salmon in just one. Or elsewhere, pike, char, whitefish, lingcod (called “mud sharks” here), and tomcod from the ocean that you froze before you ate them to kill the worms inside. Household running water was piped ten miles above ground from a frozen lake to town, heated twice in boilers along the way. The new senior center had been architectured like a spacious igloo, with a lovely skylight impersonating the smoke hole. We walked across a frozen lagoon, admiring the darkening blues of the night in the east, a peach light to the west, and the town’s appealing sparkle behind us. Then back to Martha’s low, red-painted log house to look at her angel-wing begonias, asparagus ferns, and spider plants, plus Fred’s collection of paddle-shaped Eskimo drums fashioned from walrus intestines stretched over a thin driftwood frame.
Both of them had lately become embroiled in native politics: Fred quitting as vice-president of the health corporation —though still loyally claiming it was better than working for the State — and Martha moderating in that organization’s disputes with the federal Indian Health Service. But the doctor who lived next door was cutting his schedule in half to train his dog team for a two-hundred-mile run to Nome. Some couldn’t stand the isolation, she said; yet some went native on you. And one of her troubles was that when a patient not hers came back to the area from an operation in Fairbanks or Anchorage without their paperwork catching up to them, they might not be able to tell her what had been repaired or removed, so passive was their relationship to white-man’s medicine. She was the tallest, richest woman in town, with a polar-bear hood and the tails breezily tossing on her marten-skin hat — speeding around on the best snowmobile, with a new boat and truck and the Noatak cabin to get away to — pineapples and chutney on her table,
polypropylene long johns under her jeans, and fifty-year-old bush pilots sometimes piggybacking or tailgating each other up in the sky just to catch her eye. Yet she was a healer, if they got hurt. And Fred’s father was her ballast, telling her skin boat-and-walrus stories: how, if you killed one in a herd, others might surround and try to capsize you in revenge by hooking their tusks over the gunwales. Skin boats were more vulnerable to an attack by a polar bear in the water also, but their flexibility made them superior to the wooden kind for navigating among ice floes, bending with or riding over them.
Kotzebue’s cabdriver was its bootlegger, and he buzzed the doorbell with a liquor delivery this Sunday eve. His belly protruded parallel to the floor, but he was laughing because of the joke he’d pulled on a local braggart at the greasy spoon. Everybody knew him and he was boasting about all the women he’d fucked, until the cabbie interrupted: “Oh, I hope not her! I caught the clap from her last month!” Then went home, peeled the label off a bottle of aspirin, and sold it to him as leftover pills.
Everybody was worried, however, about the fate of an eighteen-year-old Inupiat boy from Point Hope named Amos, who had unscrewed the plates on his cell window and escaped from Kotzebue’s lockup two nights ago, stolen or “stolen” a friend’s loose snow machine, and headed at top speed straight northwest across the sea ice and corrugated shoreline toward the Eskimo hamlet of Kivalina, hours away. Villages like Sheshalek and Tikizat came first, and the pressure ridges of the ice, till, exhausting his gas, he abandoned the snowmobile and borrowed or stole a Honda three-wheeler in Kivalina to continue his hopeless flight northwest along the tumbled coast toward Point Hope, a village of less than five hundred souls, about as far again — where state troopers undoubtedly would be waiting for him. Confinement had terrified Amos, the Quaker missionaries and several nurses who had visited him said, and the last time he’d escaped, during warmer weather, he managed to elude capture for two precious weeks with the help of sympathizers. Now, though, the three-wheeler inevitably stalled in deep drifts short of Ipnot, and he must have been forced — no one knew — to flounder through the soft stuff inland for cover in the willows and hills and dig a “wolf hole” to survive Saturday night. Today, on Sunday, a police helicopter spotted the Honda, but not before the winds obscured any tracks leaving it. Since he didn’t come out of hiding to wave for help, people could assume he preferred dying under the snow to being caged up again. A mental patient once fled from the hospital in his pajamas and slippers, Martha said, running across the sea ice until a helicop-ter spotted and lassoed him. And a three-year-old boy had been blown away in a blizzard and whiteout from his backyard here in town, and not found for thirty-six hours, only a few yards out on the ice, but still so securely zipped in his snowsuit that his temperature was ninety-five degrees and okay.
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f I CT I O N
Walruses and Whales
This excerpt of edward hoaglands “Alaskan Travels, far-flung Tales
of love and Adventure” is published courtesy of Arcade publishers.
published April 1, 2010.
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Jessica pisano
so MucH of WHat I do as an artist is drawn from
nature. I am greatly inspired by my local landscape —
trees and seascapes are vital parts of my paintings.
The Tree is a symbol of life, growth and energy; and
the Sea, a symbol of awakening — it’s the symbolism of
these natural elements that I aim to portray in my work.
There is a calmness that a lot of people say they feel
when they look at my work. “Peaceful” and “meditative”
is a common response that I get.
The Island has shaped who I am as an artist. It’s a
community that fosters and encourages creativity, and I
was lucky to grow up with that support. I appreciate
and care for the Island’s environment that’s inspired me
for so many years. You’ll see a lot of windswept trees
within my tree-scape series. I’ve always found trees that
are shaped by the wind and sea to be so interesting.
You see a lot of those trees along the Vineyard shore line.
You’ll also see that many of my seascape paintings
have a foggy horizon line — a sight that I’ve seen countless
times on early morning ferry rides. I’ve traveled
quite a bit and have lived in many different places, but the
Vineyard will always be home.
I’m very interested in the concept of time and how
objects weather as they are exposed to the natural
elements. My focus is to establish a patina within my
work that is symbolic to the idea of time. To do this I use
acrylic, oil, silver and gold leaf as well as various subtle
textural materials to achieve a rich aged finish. I paint on
baltic birch wood panels, and complete the work with a
UV protective varnish.
A RT I sT p R O f I l e
>> Dragonfly Gallery: www.mvdragonfly.com Artist website: www.jessicapisano.com
Fog at the Breakers, oil and silver leaf on wood panel, 36 x 36"
Water’s Edge, oil and gold leaf on wood panel, 15 x 48"
When Day Falls to Dusk, oil and gold leaf on wood panel, 24 x 30"
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I once heard that memory doesn’t develop in a child until three. But I remember this: sleeping in the crib with Franci, our faces turned to face each other. Sun shone in through the white curtains with the tiny yellow flowers
that Mother had embroidered. The light sluiced across Franci’s face, bathing her pink skin in yellow. I watched Franci sleep as if watching my own reflection in a mirror. Franci’s thumb was tucked tightly between my lips, and I was vaguely aware of the warm wet feeling of my own thumb in Franci’s mouth. A light wind ruffled the curtains. We slept, we breathed, our arms woven to share thumbs.
Whenever someone asks me what it’s like to be a twin, this is the memory that comes back to me. The light refracting through the slats of the crib, the quiet swell of Franci’s body as it rose and fell in the same rhythm as my own, the milky scent of breath, our bodies wound securely together, two halves forming a whole. I always wished I could pluck the image from my mind like a slide and hold it up to the light.
“This is what it’s like,” I would say. “This is what it’s like.”
* * *
We were born twelve weeks early, our squirming two-pound bodies already grown tired of sharing such a small space. I started it, I’m sure, always eager, always needing to be first, not even born and already tired of sharing. I can picture myself, flexing my limbs, all two pounds and four ounces, arching my back in the warm cramped space of our mother’s womb, and deciding, Enough. I can see myself beginning the long descent into the world, like an animal burrowing through a tunnel, trying to find the light at the end.
And then I can picture Franci. Two pounds one ounce, and perfectly content to spend another three months curled up beside me.
Someone should have told me that there was no hurry. Things would be no different outside of that safe warm space that we shared. We would share tight spaces all our lives.
We weren’t ready. Oh, our bodies had formed. We had fingers and toes and hearts and lungs and kidneys. We had brains. But Franci wasn’t ready. And maybe I wasn’t ready either. Later, I would wonder if things would have been different if we had been allowed those extra three months, those three months that should have been ours.
I began the slow and awful labor, and then Franci had no choice but to follow, out into the cold and gaping world, the
white light of life already blinding. Oh, I was so certain that I was ready until I met that piercing white light, a harbinger of the White light that would follow me for so much of my life.
I was born six minutes before Franci, and I waited patiently for her to arrive. In our separate incubators, we drank oxygen, and plastic tubes were secured to our translucent skin with tape. I must have been so pleased to have my own bed, inches of empty space surrounding me, no elbows crammed into my face, no feet squashing my stomach. In those crucial minutes, I was surviving on my own, and I held on to that knowledge so many times later in life. But Franci’s heart was beating too fast, her breath coming in short and jagged gasps. Put me back, her body screamed. I’m not ready. Did I feel guilty then, for what I had started? I wonder if she ever forgave me for it.
It was one of the first stories I remember hearing from Mother. The rest of the story goes like this: Franci was dying. Or, not dying yet, but not coming into life, either. Her heart rate was too high, and she was having trouble breathing. I, meanwhile, was already thriving. In the two days after my birth, I put on an extra two ounces. Hearty Lottie, they all thought, ironically as we would discover later. But they didn’t know that then. And they didn’t know how to save Franci.
Then some bright nurse suggested putting her in the same incubator as me. They placed her at my side and immediately she calmed down. Her heart rate began to beat at a normal rate, and she started to breathe more regularly. And though I imagine I relished the unfamiliar feeling of all that space to myself, I also imagine that I felt more comfortable once Franci was beside me again. In our new shared bed, I coiled my body around Franci’s, encircling her in a cocooning embrace. There’s a picture of it in one of the musty yellow photo albums. Two tiny black-haired babies in only diapers, tubes stuck to our splayed legs and the one on the left curved around the one on the right, shielding the other baby from…what? From life? Not even two days old and I’d saved her life.
It was not until I was older that I wondered: Why would you repeat such a tale to children, a tale of failure and inability that was present at negative years? A tale so filled with power-lessness and dependency that it seemed innate. But Mother told the tale because she thought it explained our twinship, how close we were even then.
How different the rest of our lives turned out to be. In the end, Franci would be the one to save my life over and over again. And then one day, she couldn’t.
emily Cavanaugh — Mia The Nature of Nurturepolly hill and selective seedlings
Some might say that Polly Hill was Mother Nature personified. Her ability to nurture seedlings in latitudes that questioned and stretched their ability to
thrive, was matched only by her acceptance of the many plant failures that so readily accompanied her successes. She traveled extensively collecting seeds that she thought might do well on Martha’s Vineyard. Some of the various geneses that she introduced did flourish and still thrive on the island while others couldn’t adapt to the environmental variables and perished along the way. She had a Darwinian philosophy of plant survival of the fittest, and was fascinated to see if each new species could, left to its own resources, embrace its new non-native environment.
She loved sharing her gardens with visitors and did all she could to help the newly formed arbore-tum. Her passion, philosophy, and keen scientific research, was passed on to her staff, who benefited greatly from her guidance, and in turn shared their collective knowledge with the many rotating interns who worked summers and nine month stints in this unique horticulture world. Her tireless efforts and fearless acceptance of failure have left lasting impressions on all who have been exposed either directly or indirectly to her. Exposure to Polly’s legacy of curiosity, tenacity, stewardship and acceptance, lives on in the plants and people who have been touched by the powerful heart and hand of this remarkable woman.
f I CT I O N
The Beginning
>> Unofficial website: www.mvpcs.org/Home/teachers/junior_high-school/emily-cavanagh
“Mia” is an excerpt from emily’s Cavanagh’s novel, “Mother, Can you
hear Me?” It tells the story of estranged twin sisters, franci and lottie.
published courtesy of the author.
>> Contributor website: marniestantonart.blogspot.com Arboretum website: www.pollyhillarboretum.org
polly hill’s most famous tree comes from these primitive cone-like structure.
Card file containing information on seed success
and failure. Black is dead. Tan is live.
The big-leaf Magnolia, Magnolia macrophylla,
‘Julian hill.’
helesia fruit
By Marnie Stanton
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sarah Gambito
when the nor’easter tore though our beach town. i was unaware that we were
a town to have a beach in. it’s worse for us living near water. that at once
self-referential. living together. we could be wiped away. a wind to lay down its
snub nose next to the sands of our cantina. the plastic bandings of our fold-out
chairs. once i wrote transcribed an interview with my grandmother. she talked
about cholera. about picking up individual grains of rice because everything
made a difference in those days. i wrote it phonetically. i wrote. i saw dat man.
my teacher told me that i was being disrespectful. it was insulting her by
not making it appear that she could speak without an accent. so i rewrote the
interview. i saw that man. as if it didn’t happen like that.
My dream was that the roller coaster was part of a movie that was being written
as it was being built and ridden. You would sit in these little boats. The ride
was that a god — a new one with a many consonants sounding — would blow
you up over the world, which was the movie. You thought you were keeping me
awake, that you were a nuisance. But I was thinking how beautiful to it was
to be gusted in these different ways. I had the motion of the ride which charmed
me greatly without the scenes of difficulty. The surprised party guests. The
moment of revelation. I was weak and trying on maria clara dresses. Grandmother
and Auntie Ruth worked there. They were straight-backed and spoke perfect
English. They argued with actresses about what dress to sell me. Nothing fit and
I felt no emotion. In fact, I didn’t even want to buy a dress. I just wanted a scarf.
A pretty inlaid scarf that said. I am Filipina. I am from the Philippines.
Girl
>> Author website: www.sarahgambito.com/about/
p O e T Ry
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tHErE Is an EndlEss and EvEr-ExpandIng collection of remarkable work available for
public view on flickr, Yahoo’s photo-sharing website. The photographs of thousands of creative
people rest just below the digital surface, waiting for a key-stroke to bring them to light. I am inspired
and challenged by the work I’ve discovered there.
For nearly three years I’ve been building a series of composite photographs, using the square tags —
each a random segment of an image — that flickr assigns to every photo. Some of these pieces
were created as a response to poetry…some poems have been born in response to the photographs.
The resulting work has been shared on-line through flickr, social networking sites,
and a blog, but has, to this point, existed solely in digital format.
A new dimension was added to the project in 2012 when I joined forces with Martha’s Vineyard
artists Don McKillop, Susan Davy and Sam Low and Cape Cod artist Richard Koury. Using the
flickr tags for our own images I have built a new collection of composites and accompanying poems.
The work will be available exclusively through Dragonfly Fine Arts Gallery in Oak Bluffs.
A RT I sT p O RT R A I T
susan savory — Two x Two x Dragonfly
>> Dragonfly Fine Arts Gallery: www.mvdragonfly.com
what remains
TOp lefT, ClOCKwIse Don McKillop, susan savory, susan savory, Don McKillop
dragged from sleep’s fat overcoat
TOp lefT, ClOCKwIse susan Davy, susan savory, susan savory, sam low
nesting boxes
TOp lefT, ClOCKwIse susan savory, sam low, sam low, sam low
nesting boxes
it all goes into boxes
(what’s left after yard sale and ebay)
then the boxes stack and wedge
into the echo chamber cargo hold
of the smallest truck
that u-haul has to offer
the door rolls down
thunks
latches
chairs and lamps and pots and pans
whisper to each other
back there in the dark
...again
like a turtle or a hermit crab
all folded into ourselves and hopeful
as the sun comes up
we go
driveway highway ferry
we arrive mid-day
unload unpack unfurl
into this new house by dark
books on shelves
paintings hung
truck goes back tomorrow
the boxes folded flat
beneath the bed
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Brian Kirkpatrick OB · 860-235-6577www.bkfolkart.com
Lanny McDowell – Avian ArtWT · 508-627-0675www.ottgallerymv.com
Dan VanLandingham Fine ArtsVH · 508-627-0833www.danvanlandingham.com
Mark ZeenderVH · 508-693-3184www.markzeender.com
2D & 3D Mixed MediaRachel Paxton Chil. · 508-645-9393www.rachelpaxton.com
Beldan K. RadcliffeVH · 508-274-8706www.beldankradcliffe.com
Ashley Gilbert – LeeleedesignsEdg. · [email protected]
Photography LA Brown PhotographyOB · [email protected]
Debra M. Gaines Fine ArtEdg. · 508-627-9989www.debragaines.com
Nancy Noble Gardner PhotographyOB · 5o8-693-5481 www.floppypoppy.com
Benjamin McCormickUnder The SurfaceEdg. · 508-962-7748www.benmccormick.com
Lanny McDowell Avian ArtWT · 508-696-8826www.ottgallerymv.com
Janet Woodcock PhotographyVH · 508-693-0079www.janetwoodcock.com
NoveltyIngrid Goff-MaidoffChil. · 508-645-3476www.tendingjoy.com
Jannette VanderhoopIsland NaturalsWT · [email protected]
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Martha’s Vineyard Arts & Ideas, June 2011 1
do you KnoW WHEn you’rE travElIng with your
children, you stop every few moments to count heads and
make sure everyone is still accounted for?
I realized the end of January that I had completely misplaced
one of my passions. Sometime in the past two decades,
I stopped paying attention to my love of drawing. I decided
the beginning of February to start doing one sketch a day,
at the end of the day, after my work and chores are done.
The ritual of drawing every evening has become a balm,
a meditation, a way for me to process the day and massage
something deep inside myself.
heather Goff — Daily Doodle
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A RT I sT p O RT R A I T All images created with painter12
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This IssuePainting
LLOyD KELLy p. 12Christina Gallery: www.christina.comArtist website: www.lloydkelly.com
ANTOINNETTE NOBLE p. 20Gallery website: www.shawcramergallery.comArtist website: www.antoinettenoble.com
MARSTON CLOUGH p. 27Artist website: www.marstonclough.com
KENNETH VINCENT p. 38Gallery website: www.granarygallery.com
JESSICA PISANO p. 48Gallery website: www.mvdragonfly.comArtist website: www.jessicapisano.com
KETZ p. 30pIK NIK Art and Apparel Gallery: www.piknikmv.comArtist website: www.ketzweiler.com
PhotographySAM LOW pp. 3, 54
Artist website: www.samlow.com
DON MCKILLOP p.54Gallery website: www.mvdragonfly.com
SUSAN DAVy p.54Gallery website: www.mvdragonfly.com
SUSAN SAVORy pp. 3, 54Artist website: susansavory.wordpress.com/moleskine-exchange
IllustrationHEATHER GOFF p.53
Artist website: www.heathergoff.me
PoetryJORIE GRAHAM p. 19
Author website: www.joriegraham.com
SARAH GAMBITO p. 52Author website: www.sarahgambito.com/about
Sculpture/3DBARNEy ZEITZ p. 35
website: www.bzeitz.com
Non FictionLAURA WAINWRIGHT p. 37
publisher website: http://vineyardstories.com/book.php/21/Home-Bird
MARNIE STANTON p. 51Author website: www.marniestantonart.blogspot.com
SARAH DAS p. 40whoi website: www.whoi.edu/profile.do?id=sdas
FictionAMELIA SMITH p. 28
Author website: www.ameliasmith.net
EMILy CAVANAGH p. 50Unofficial website: www.mvpcs.org/Home/teachers/junior_high-school/emily-cavanagh
Previous IssuePainting
LESLIE BAKERArtist website: www.lbaker.comGallery website: www.shawcramergallery.com
TRAEGER DI PIETROArtist website: www.traegerdipietro.com
DOUG KENTArtist website: www.dougkentpaintings.com
MARIE-LOUISE ROUFFArtist website: www.mlrouff.comGallery website: www.shawcramergallery.com
LIZ TAFTArtist website: www.liztaft.com
DAN VANLANDINGHAMArtist website: www.danvanlandingham.comGallery website: www.mvdragonfly.com www.piknikmv.com
ROSE ABRAHAMSONArtist website: www.roseabrahamson.comGallery website: www.shawcramer.com
MAx DECKERArtist website: www.maxdecker.comGallery website: www.piknikmv.com
ANNE D. GRANDINArtist website: www.grandinart.com
CAROLINE HURLEyArtist website: www.carolinezhurley.comGallery website: www.piknikmv.com
CINDy KANEArtist website: www.cindykane.com
KARA TAyLORArtist website: www.karataylorart.com
ALLEN WHITINGArtist website: www.allenwhiting.comfacebook: find Allen-Whiting
REZ WILLIAMSArtist website: www.rezwilliams.com
PhotographyLyNN CHRISTOFFERS
facebook: find Lynn-Christoffers
ELI DAGOSTINOArtist website: www.photogenicpecan.comfacebook: find photogenicpecan
STEPHEN DIRADOArtist website: www.stephendirado.comfacebook: find Stephen Dirado
RAy EWINGArtist website: www.rayewing.com
VIVIAN EWINGArtist website: www.vivianewingportfolio.carbonmade.comfacebook: find viviandreadeleirene
GABRIELA HERMANArtist website: www.gabrielaherman.com
AARON SISKINDArtist website: www.aaronsiskind.org
ERIC PECKARfacebook: find Erik-Peckar
JEANNE CAMPBELLArtist website: www.jeannefineart.comGallery website: www.louisagould.com
ELIZABETH CECILArtist website: www.elizabethcecil.com
SALLy COHNArtist website: www.sallycohnphotography.com
GARy MIRANDOArtist website www.garymirandophotol.com
SAM HISERArtist website: www.hiserfotograf.com
TOVA KATZMANfacebook: find Tova-Katzman
NEAL RANTOULEArtist website www.nealrantoul.com
PoetryFANNy HOWE
Author website: poetryfoundation.org/bio/fanny-howe
JUSTEN AHRENfacebook: find Justen-Ahren
G.E. PATTERSONAuthor website: poets.org: search patterson
MICHAEL BURKARDAuthor website: burkard-michael.html
JULIE CARRAuthor website: www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/1612
DONALD NITCHIEfacebook: find Donald Nitchie
Fabric ArtsPAM FLAM
Artist website: www.pamflam.com
PAULETTE HAyESArtist website: vineyardvoice.org/paulette-hayes
JewelryJOAN LELACHEUR
facebook: find Joan-LeLacheur
KATE TAyLORArtist website: www.katetaylor.com
LUCINDA SHELDONArtist website: www.lucindasheldon.com
SculptureELISSA TURNBULL
Artist website: www.elissaturnbull.comfacebook: find elissa.turnbull
Collage, Fine Art PrintsPEGGy TURNER ZABLOTNy
email: [email protected] Gallery website: www.fieldgallery.com
Individual Artist GuideConnect with the artists in or who are mentioned in Martha’s vineyard Arts & Ideas:
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Arts Martha’s Vineyard is proud to besupported in part through the generosity of:
Increasing awareness of our Island’s
arts-rich community,
Stimulating and fostering development
of cultural initiatives,
Nurturing and leveraging resources
for arts and culture,
Supporting arts education in schools
and in the community.
Arts Martha’s Vineyard supports
and promotes arts and culture on
Martha’s Vineyard by:
Arts and Culture CollaborativeMartha’s Vineyard
artsmarthasvineyard.org
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Your Gateway
To Arts and Culture
on Martha’s Vineyard
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
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illustrious history of attracting and
inspiring artists
The abundance of talented artists
attracts visitors from all over the world,
helps sustain our local economy and
strengthens our reputation as a year
round arts and culture destination.
Visual Arts Music
Dance Film Theater
Festivals Galleries
Museums History
Writers Libraries
Artisans Lectures
Performances
Workshops
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Arts Martha’s Vineyard is proud to besupported in part through the generosity of:
Increasing awareness of our Island’s
arts-rich community,
Stimulating and fostering development
of cultural initiatives,
Nurturing and leveraging resources
for arts and culture,
Supporting arts education in schools
and in the community.
Arts Martha’s Vineyard supports
and promotes arts and culture on
Martha’s Vineyard by:
Arts and Culture CollaborativeMartha’s Vineyard
artsmarthasvineyard.org
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Your Gateway
To Arts and Culture
on Martha’s Vineyard
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
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your mobile phone.)
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Visit our web site to sign up for our newsletter, for event calendars and more information about arts and culture.
Martha's Vineyard has a long and
illustrious history of attracting and
inspiring artists
The abundance of talented artists
attracts visitors from all over the world,
helps sustain our local economy and
strengthens our reputation as a year
round arts and culture destination.
Visual Arts Music
Dance Film Theater
Festivals Galleries
Museums History
Writers Libraries
Artisans Lectures
Performances
Workshops
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Martha’s Vineyard Chamber of CommercePO Box 1698, Vineyard Haven, MA800.505.4815 www.mvy.com
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Arts Martha’s Vineyard is proud to besupported in part through the generosity of:
Increasing awareness of our Island’s
arts-rich community,
Stimulating and fostering development
of cultural initiatives,
Nurturing and leveraging resources
for arts and culture,
Supporting arts education in schools
and in the community.
Arts Martha’s Vineyard supports
and promotes arts and culture on
Martha’s Vineyard by:
Arts and Culture CollaborativeMartha’s Vineyard
artsmarthasvineyard.org
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Your Gateway
To Arts and Culture
on Martha’s Vineyard
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
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your mobile phone.)
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Martha's Vineyard has a long and
illustrious history of attracting and
inspiring artists
The abundance of talented artists
attracts visitors from all over the world,
helps sustain our local economy and
strengthens our reputation as a year
round arts and culture destination.
Visual Arts Music
Dance Film Theater
Festivals Galleries
Museums History
Writers Libraries
Artisans Lectures
Performances
Workshops
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Arts Martha’s Vineyard is proud to besupported in part through the generosity of:
Increasing awareness of our Island’s
arts-rich community,
Stimulating and fostering development
of cultural initiatives,
Nurturing and leveraging resources
for arts and culture,
Supporting arts education in schools
and in the community.
Arts Martha’s Vineyard supports
and promotes arts and culture on
Martha’s Vineyard by:
Arts and Culture CollaborativeMartha’s Vineyard
artsmarthasvineyard.org
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Your Gateway
To Arts and Culture
on Martha’s Vineyard
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
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Martha's Vineyard has a long and
illustrious history of attracting and
inspiring artists
The abundance of talented artists
attracts visitors from all over the world,
helps sustain our local economy and
strengthens our reputation as a year
round arts and culture destination.
Visual Arts Music
Dance Film Theater
Festivals Galleries
Museums History
Writers Libraries
Artisans Lectures
Performances
Workshops
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Martha’s Vineyard Chamber of CommercePO Box 1698, Vineyard Haven, MA800.505.4815 www.mvy.com
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Arts Martha’s Vineyard is proud to besupported in part through the generosity of:
Increasing awareness of our Island’s
arts-rich community,
Stimulating and fostering development
of cultural initiatives,
Nurturing and leveraging resources
for arts and culture,
Supporting arts education in schools
and in the community.
Arts Martha’s Vineyard supports
and promotes arts and culture on
Martha’s Vineyard by:
Arts and Culture CollaborativeMartha’s Vineyard
artsmarthasvineyard.org
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Your Gateway
To Arts and Culture
on Martha’s Vineyard
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
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Martha's Vineyard has a long and
illustrious history of attracting and
inspiring artists
The abundance of talented artists
attracts visitors from all over the world,
helps sustain our local economy and
strengthens our reputation as a year
round arts and culture destination.
Visual Arts Music
Dance Film Theater
Festivals Galleries
Museums History
Writers Libraries
Artisans Lectures
Performances
Workshops
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Arts Martha’s Vineyard is proud to besupported in part through the generosity of:
Increasing awareness of our Island’s
arts-rich community,
Stimulating and fostering development
of cultural initiatives,
Nurturing and leveraging resources
for arts and culture,
Supporting arts education in schools
and in the community.
Arts Martha’s Vineyard supports
and promotes arts and culture on
Martha’s Vineyard by:
Arts and Culture CollaborativeMartha’s Vineyard
artsmarthasvineyard.org
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Your Gateway
To Arts and Culture
on Martha’s Vineyard
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
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Martha's Vineyard has a long and
illustrious history of attracting and
inspiring artists
The abundance of talented artists
attracts visitors from all over the world,
helps sustain our local economy and
strengthens our reputation as a year
round arts and culture destination.
Visual Arts Music
Dance Film Theater
Festivals Galleries
Museums History
Writers Libraries
Artisans Lectures
Performances
Workshops
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Martha’s Vineyard Chamber of CommercePO Box 1698, Vineyard Haven, MA800.505.4815 www.mvy.com
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Arts Martha’s Vineyard is proud to besupported in part through the generosity of:
Increasing awareness of our Island’s
arts-rich community,
Stimulating and fostering development
of cultural initiatives,
Nurturing and leveraging resources
for arts and culture,
Supporting arts education in schools
and in the community.
Arts Martha’s Vineyard supports
and promotes arts and culture on
Martha’s Vineyard by:
Arts and Culture CollaborativeMartha’s Vineyard
artsmarthasvineyard.org
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Your Gateway
To Arts and Culture
on Martha’s Vineyard
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
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Martha's Vineyard has a long and
illustrious history of attracting and
inspiring artists
The abundance of talented artists
attracts visitors from all over the world,
helps sustain our local economy and
strengthens our reputation as a year
round arts and culture destination.
Visual Arts Music
Dance Film Theater
Festivals Galleries
Museums History
Writers Libraries
Artisans Lectures
Performances
Workshops
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Arts Martha’s Vineyard is proud to besupported in part through the generosity of:
Increasing awareness of our Island’s
arts-rich community,
Stimulating and fostering development
of cultural initiatives,
Nurturing and leveraging resources
for arts and culture,
Supporting arts education in schools
and in the community.
Arts Martha’s Vineyard supports
and promotes arts and culture on
Martha’s Vineyard by:
Arts and Culture CollaborativeMartha’s Vineyard
artsmarthasvineyard.org
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Your Gateway
To Arts and Culture
on Martha’s Vineyard
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
Email: [email protected]
artsmarthasvineyard.org
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Martha's Vineyard has a long and
illustrious history of attracting and
inspiring artists
The abundance of talented artists
attracts visitors from all over the world,
helps sustain our local economy and
strengthens our reputation as a year
round arts and culture destination.
Visual Arts Music
Dance Film Theater
Festivals Galleries
Museums History
Writers Libraries
Artisans Lectures
Performances
Workshops
Art Music Dance
Theater “Festivals Galleries Museums History Writers
Libraries Artisans
Performanc-es Lectures
Martha’s Vineyard Chamber of CommercePO Box 1698, Vineyard Haven, MA800.505.4815 www.mvy.com
Featherstone Flea & Fine Arts
Market
Musical MondaysOutdoor Music
June 18 - August 20 • 6:30 - 8:00 pm
Featherstone Center for the Arts
30 Featherstone LaneOak Bluffs, MA 02557
508.693.1850www.featherstoneart.org
Gallery ShowsClasses for Children and Adults
Summer Art CampSummer Festival of Poetry
Nan
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featherstonecenter for the arts
Tuesdays June 26 - August 289:30 am - 2:00 pm
West Chop Light Anne Grandin
58 Martha’s Vineyard Arts & Ideas Early Summer 201 2 59Martha’s Vineyard Arts & Ideas Early Summer 201 2
ALISON SHAW GALLERy
88 Dukes County Ave. Oak Bluffs, MA, 02557 508 696 7429www.alisonshaw.com
ANDREW MOORE
11 Martha’s park Road pO Box 1533 Oak Bluffs, MA, 02557508 693 8548www.agmoore.com
BEADNIKS
14 Church streetvineyard haven, MA, 02568508 693 7650www.beadniks.com/marthasvineyardtwitter: @BeadniksMV
CARLIN GALLERy
3 south water streetedgartown, MA, 02539508 627 3073
CECILIA DESIGNS
11 Beach Road extvineyard haven, MA, 02568508 693 7413on facebook find: Cecilia-Designs
CHILMARK POTTERy
145 field view lanewest Tisbury, MA, 02575508 693 6476
CHRISTINA GALLERy
32 North water streetpO Box 40edgartown, MA, 02539508 627 8794www.christina.com
CLAUDIA JEWELERS
51 Main streetedgartown, MA, 02539508 693 5456www.claudiamv.com
COUSEN ROSE GALLERy
71 Circuit AveOak Bluffs, MA, 02557508 693 6656www.cousenrose.com
CRAFTWORKS
42 Circuit AvenueOak Bluffs, MA, 02557508 693 7463www.craftworksgallery.com
DAVIS HOUSE / ALLEN WHITING
985 state Roadwest Tisbury, MA, 02575508 693 4691www.allenwhiting.com
DOUG KENT PAINTINGS
490 Indian hill Roadwest Tisbury, MA, 02575508 696 9606www.dougkentpaintings.com
DRAGONFLy GALLERy
91 Dukes County AveOak Bluffs, MA, 02557508 693 8877www.mvdragonfly.com
EDGARTOWN ART GALLERy
19 summer streetedgartown, MA, 02539508 627 6227
EDGARTOWN SCRIMSHAW GALLERy
43 Main streetedgartown, MA, 02539508 627 9439
EISENHAUER GALLERy
38 N. water stpO Box 1930edgartown, MA, 02539508 627 7003www.eisenhauergallery.comon facebook find: Eisenhauer-Gallery
FEATHERSTONE CENTER FOR THE ARTS
30 featherstone laneOak Bluffs, MA, 02557508 693 1850www.featherstoneart.orgon facebook find: Featherstone-Center-for-the Artstwitter: @FeatherstoneArT
FIELD GALLERy
1050 state RoadpO Box 790west Tisbury, MA, 02575508 693 5595www.fieldgallery.comon facebook find: The-Field-Gallery
FOUR GENERATIONS ART GALLERy
5 village Courtvineyard haven, MA, 02568508 693 5501www.fourgenerationsart.com
HERMINE MEREL SMITH FINE ART
548 edgartown Roadwest Tisbury, MA, 02575508 693 7719
ISLAND ART GALLERy
Kennedy studios Custom framing66 Main street – pO Box 4657vineyard haven, MA 02568508 693 3948www.kennedystudiosmv.comemail: [email protected]
KARA TAyLOR FINE ART
19 Main streetvineyard haven, MA, 02568508 693 7799www.karataylorart.comon facebook find: kara-taylor-fine-art
KEVIN BUTLER
Dock streetedgartown, MA, 02539508 627 3977www.kevinbutlergallery.com
LINE ART GALLERy
pO Box 3035west Tisbury, MA, 02575508 693 4869www.lineartgallery.com
LOUISA GOULD GALLERy
54 Main streetvineyard haven, MA, 02568508 693 7373www.louisagould.comon facebook find: Louisa-Gouldtwitter: @GouldGallery
MARTHA’S VINEyARD GLASSWORKS
683 state Roadwest Tisbury, MA, 02575508 693 6026www.mvglassworks.comon facebook find: Marthas-Vineyard-Glassworks
NORTH WATER GALLERy
27 North water streetedgartown, MA, 02539508 627 6002www.northwatergallery.comon facebook find: North-Water-Gallery
OLD SCULPIN GALLERy
58 Dock streetedgartown, MA, 02539608 627 4881www.oldsculpingallery.org
Island Gallery Guidevisit and support our local galleries. They sustain artists and art markets.
OTT GALLERy
1000 state Rd.pO Box 35west TisburyMA, 02575608 696 8826www.ottgallerymv.com
PENUMBRA PHOTOGRAPHS
33 North summer streetedgartown, MA, 02568508 627 9002
PIK NIK
99 Dukes County AveOak Bluffs, MA, 02557508 693 1366www.piknikmv.com
SALTWATER GALLERy
367 lamberts Cover Roadvineyard haven, MA, 02568508 696 8822
SEA WORTHy GALLERy
34 Beach Roadvineyard haven, MA, 02568508 693 0153www.seaworthygallerymv.com
SHAW CRAMER GALLERy
56 Main streetvineyard haven, MA, 02568 508 696 7323www.shawcramergallery.com
STARK JEWELERS
53 Main streetvineyard haven, MA, 02568888 227 8275www.cbstark.comon facebook find: CB-Stark-Jewelers
THE BRIGISH COLLECTION
34 south pond Roadvineyard haven , MA, 02568508 696 3109www.brigish.comon facebook find: Alan-Brigish twitter: @Brigish
THE GRANARy GALLERy
636 Old County Roadwest Tisbury, MA, 02575508 693 0455www.granarygallery.comon facebook find: The-Granary-Gallery
TWO BOATS GALLERy
11 perkins AveOak Bluffs, MA, 02557508 693 4368www.twoboatsgallery.com
VINEyARD ARTISANS FESTIVALS
1059 state RdpO Box 774Oak Bluffs, MA, 02557508 693 8989www.vineyardartisans.comon facebook find: The-Vineyard-Artisan-Festivalstwitter: @MVArtisans
WILLOUGHBy FINE ART GALLERy
12 North water stedgartown, MA, 02539508 627 3369www.willoughbyfineartgallery.com
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Davis House GalleryBurning Day, 2012 – 30” x 50" 0il on canvas
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