This month’s art includes artworks by Mel Ahlborn, June G Paul, and Claudia Smith.
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Mel Ahlborn
The imagery was inspired by the opening lines of Francis Thompson ‘s poem “Hound of Heaven’’.
http://www.houndofheaven.com/poem
June G Paul
This is a recent colored pencil drawing that I did while praying and contemplating over such things as tombs for the poor and tombs for the rich, sheep pens, inns and stables, open doors, closed doors, life and death. What do you think? How does this drawing speak to you?
I think I threw it out after taking the picture. I was thinking it wasn’t good enough to share but the more I see it when I scroll through the photos on my camera, the more I am drawn to look at it. Could it be that there is going to be a breakthrough? A door I haven’t knocked on? There seems to be no handle on it. Why? Can it only be opened by the other side? What is going on on the other side? When will whatever is being prepared and made be finished? What if the door is only hinged and not locked? A swinging door…does it swing both ways? Should I push it to see if it’s just a hinge? What if it’s simply a curtain?
What do you think is happening with this?
Claudia Smith
Both my painting and poem were created almost simultaneously: a stroke of the paintbrush and a stroke of the pen. I have had offers to buy it, but I have been reluctant to let it go. I did produce a “Dreams Have No Color II,” which I submitted to ECVA in 2019 for its Universal Christ—Call to Artists. In addition, its image was used by The Society of the Companions of the Holy Cross in 2020 for its 124th annual gathering invitation. Eventually, I did sell the second version.
Although this is an older painting and accompanying poem, they are a strong reflection of me as an artist. — Claudia
Dreams Have No Color
By Claudia Smith
She keeps her dreams tucked deep inside a secret private place;
Their sweetness lies there waiting to wrap around her
Like the fragrance of spring honeysuckle.
Her dreams have changed over the years;
As her body ripened so did they: from dolls and dresses
with yellowed lace, to wishes so special, they hurt.
She tries to keep them in neat white piles,
Like her mother’s linens; but like hollyhocks along a fence,
They blossom in rainbow profusion and disarray.
When the week has been razor-sharp and too heavy to carry,
She lets them whisper in her ear; their breath is warm
Against her cheek, making her chest ache with wanting.
It suits her best to dwell on them at night against her pillow;
The darkness and the measured beat of her sister’s sleep
Make them more believable.
Plucking each one as if it were a ripe berry
Whose juice stains her fingertips,
She savors them until her eyes tear.
She wonders if “dreams-come-true” only happens to girls
Who have fair skin and wear expensive shoes;
Her throat is tight from daring to dream with
Calloused bare feet, against rough sheets.
Q&A
QUESTION: Why did the church decide not to have an arts registry? Would a good email conversation as well?
ANSWER: It’s an important question with a rather simple answer. The Artist Registry was not the ‘church’ and the church did not decide to not have it; the Artist Registry was a program created by a volunteer organization, ECVA. Several (soon to be former) board members are a part of this group, including Joy Jennings (who has served as president and exhibitions director for the past many years), Jeanne Weaver (who served as newsletter editor for many years), and myself.
The Artist Registry is not continuing because, after several requests to membership, there is no one interested in volunteering to keep it going. The same people have served, some for decades, to volunteer time to offer visual arts programming. And with no new interest, we made the difficult decision to be grateful for what has been accomplished and to cease operations. —Mel