OPEN STUDIO 55+ ...
is a weekend art exhibit and sale
Sat. 12/5 & Sun. 12/6 from 12-5PM
179 Prospect Park SW, Brooklyn, NY 11218 (btw Reeve & Greenwood)*
Select artworks will be priced at $55 (plus any additional amount you choose to give).
10% of all sales will be donated to The Creative Center at University Settlement.
In addition to a wide array of sculptures, drawings, and paintings that spans 3 decades, there will be snacks, art activities & salon-style discussions (see below) happening each day.
Come join our creative journey!
SATURDAY, DEC 5th
around 3 - 3:45pm - DISCUSSION: About Abstraction
Inspired by a lecture presented at BRIC this fall by dancer/choreographer Annie-B Parson, John and I will attempt to open a conversation about understanding abstraction and how we talk to others about non-linear abstract visual art, poetry, dance, and music.
SUNDAY, DEC 6th
4:30pm - CHANUKKAH candlelighting
Join us in celebrating the first night of THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS!
Hope to see you!
*by subway from Manhattan: F train to Ft Hamilton Pkwy (one stop after 15th St) Get out at the back of the train and walk towards Prospect Park. 179 PPSW is a red house in btwn 2 apt bldgs. Please note: It will be partially blocked by scaffolding from the bldg next door.
To view invite: https://www.facebook.com/events/151916748495228/
Robin M Glassman
"The value of art is in the observer."
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My scars are a part of me -- something that I have lived with over for many years.
I feel as if they are visible reminders of my life long physical and emotional challenges.
When I was young my scars defined me. As an adolescent, it was difficult to deal
with all the emotions and restrictions that came with my illness. My scarred body
was part of that package.
As I started dating, I would use the person's reaction to my scars and my
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As I've grown older, my scars are the least of my problems.
All I Imagined
To be in the present moment
to plan here and now
to feel the power
to feel the suns energy penetrating
absorbing nurturing a solar experience
mixed with water
sounds of rushing water thunder by
while a small tweet or chirp of a bird sound from afar.
Wind blows slow ripples lake or pond
it’s all I imagined
magical and powerful
it nourishes and strengthens me
as I move through my own rhythms
and find deep satisfaction.
Beyond a world filled with stuff to do
I am here sitting or expelling with stuff
creating energy sitting or laying as days go by
I here (hear) tap tap tap of stone being carved
and my desires as my desires to dance
energy dies for lack of physical safety.
For stone its for always for dance I do not know...
Alive with dreams steady chirp of bird I see or not
find solace in the solitude
I sit or lay or move upon these grounds.
Images and impressions and notes that I’ve noticed
darkness of wet wood has less appeal than before
secret code of speaking energy
flying up and down as a car goes by very infrequently
and the brook babbles stream moves water
from the rain and the waterfall has arrived as promised.
No disappointment,all that I’ve imagined for myself.
Solitude and solidarity the part of me is in you
as generations set us apart yet passion keeps up together.
Sending or souring (soaring) by with brain intents.
My brain thinks in starts and stops now
I find a voice that simplifies the chaos the staticness from motions
Artist and physicists Science and art fascinating many opportunities
for those that know their needs and find what they need.
Water seeks its own level – an expression I’ve thought about lately...