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Lonely Artist Covid Art Challenge #5: Sascha Kronick Frowine

Sascha Kronick Frowine is a friend who now lives in Asheville, North Carolina but who once lived in Ajijic and was a member of a monthly art group I belonged to. I miss the group and seeing her work, so was delighted when she decided to join in this project. Here is Sascha’s explanation of her piece:

After recovering from Covid 19 and Double Pneumonia mid March to early April, I realized that I needed to adjust my attitude if I was going to survive and thrive during the multitude of crisis in 2020. Focusing on Gratitude seemed like a good place to start. I took a bit of artistic license being in the states and not exchanging the same items you did in Mexico. The outside of the box represents the worldwide pandemic and the inside is where I choose to put my focus on…besides voting in November and getting rid of 45! All the words that I am grateful for are in Spanish as I continue to improve my Spanish every chance I have. The flowers are all from Ajijic. The little cards all fit in the container behind the smiling girl. A few things I’m grateful for are the gift of time, Steve, my husband, our dogs, music, my flute, the birds in our yard, our garden, books and many more. I’ve spent most of my time recently teaching Yoga and Pilates . This Caja de Gratitud is a good start for beginning to create again! Thanks for this challenge, Judy!

 

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On Picasso’s Imaginary Self-Portrait

Picasso

 

On Picasso’s Imaginary Self-Portrait

Is it conceit or self-knowledge
that makes you paint yourself
in the ruffed collar
of Shakespeare
or a clown?

Satyr, young at heart,
your merry countenance
masks darker moods and behaviors,
the bright pigments
hiding a more somber undercoat.

Picasso,
your children
and your mistresses
might paint you as master:
stern, egotistical,
but always with the backlit inspiration
of genius.
Yet, old goat,
you paint yourself a clown.

 

Reblog For dVerse Poets: Clown

Lonely Artist Covid Art Challenge, Artist #4, Jeff Brown

 

.                                           Jeff Brown’s contribution to the challenge.

The below commentary is by Jeff’s wife Debbie. Jeff is my artist stepson who lives in California. If Debbie would send some photos, I will send you photos of his art in another blog. Here are photos of Debbie and Jeff in Mexico.

“Jeff was on a lil Covid vacation. We went to Half Moon Bay camping and to see a change of scenery. One day we set up art camp and made retablos. Jeff made this because of fun times at Lake Chapala: playing Mexican Train and visiting Herradura tequila factory. Fond Memories. He says it’s still not done..but it’s a start.”

Jesus Lopez Vega’s New Mural, La Vieja Machis

After he finished the murals on my house, Jesus Lopez Vega went to paint a fabulous mural on the outside wall of my friends Candace and Bob’s house.  They had a sort of ribbon-cutting for it yesterday where Jesus explained the symbols of the mural and also talked about the book he has written on the history of the villages on the north side of lake Chapala. Hopefully, it will be published next year. Here are some of the photos of the mural and the people who came to its grand kickoff. You can click on the photos to enlarge them and read captions.

The mural is located at the corner of Zaragoza and Nino Heroes in Chapala. It is two blocks north of the Malecon and two blocks east of Francisco Madero, the street that the church is on.

Everything is in the Shape of a Bird, a Fish or a Woman

 

Everything is in the Shape of a Bird, a Fish or a Woman

Look how they frown in the old photograph:
my grandmother, her sister,
her two daughters and her granddaughter.   
All of the women are very stern.
Grandma looks out of her element,
her eyes shielded against the sun.

In the yellowing photo,
“Taken at homestead” written on the back,
They stand, stark house behind them.
From the porch overhang, a sparse vine hangs,
but on the hidden tendril of the vine,
in the dead tan prairie that surrounds the scene,
in the summer grass bent low, I imagine birds.

It is a drying photo—brittle, cracked,
of three generations of prairie women.
Although none there knew it,
a waterhole is in their near future,
and in this stock pond that my dad would someday dig,
would swim perch and crappies,
sunfish, northern pike.

And although none there will ever see it,
in my house, everything is in the shape of a bird, a fish or a woman.
On the wall hangs an earthy goddess–
stolid and substantial. 
Birds perch on her shoulder, arm and knee.
On the hearth, a crow formed out of chicken wire.

A soapstone fish swims the window ledge
beside that aging photograph
and on another window ledge
 are two ancient terra cotta figurines.
The small one kneels in her kimono, playing pipes.
The large one stands wide-hipped
with arms narrowing to points
above the elbow.

In my studio,
a still-damp terra cotta figure
holds a fat plum.
On drying canvasses,
Women recline in their vulnerable states–
layers of wet flesh tones, yellows, purplish reds.

The house in the photograph
has been long-felled by rot and fire and rust.
All of the people except the youngest are dead.
Yet still in the grass, the meadowlark.
and in the muddy pond the minnow.

In the glass of the photo frame, I see my own reflection–
thinning lips pulled into one straight line.
around me is their house, their sky, their prairie grass.
In the glass, my face
turns into the face of my grandmother.
I flinch but do not falter.
I look deeper.
Reflected in one eye, a perched bird.
in the other eye, a swimming fish.

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Men At Work

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Jesus and Eduardo have been working here for about 2 1/2 months now and have worked wonders. They’ve finished with the house, but I took a few photos yesterday and today as they worked on the studio. What next???

 

What I Did on My Coronavirus Vacation

What I Did on My Coronavirus Vacation

What I did was issue a challenge to six friends to all start out with the same materials and to create an art piece. Each of us here lakeside contributed a number of items and the only instructions were to use as many of them as we wished and to add items to make a work of art. In my case I chose to do a piece reflecting my activities during this time of “seclusion.”

Here are the items we all started out with: (you may click to enlarge images.)

It was my intention to show you the finished project, but as I was photographing it, I thought of six other elements I needed to add, so tomorrow–the finished project. Want to join us? Create your own Shelter in Place collage.

 

Mother’s Day: NaPoWriMo 2020, Day 20

 

Mother’s Day

Twenty wooden clothespins, slightly askew,
painted every color of the rainbow,
clipped to an empty Starkist tuna can.

A handful of dirt,
a tiny plant
and a quarter cup
of crushed lava rock.

A gift from an 8-year-old,
it graces my typing table
in front of a painting—
gift from another friend—
that it seems made for.

Thank-you, Yoli, little girl
who makes priceless gifts
for a childless friend.

Like me, my grandmother,
peerless collector of cast-offs,
handicrafter extraordinaire,
would have declared it beautiful.

 

 

For Apr 20, 2020 NaPoWriMo we are to write a poem about a handmade gift you have received.