Monday, December 06, 2010
More Season's Joy photos
Pictured from top: Emcee Walter Rhodes; Luke and Sally Dennis; A Yellow Springs Blog editor Virgil Hervey and his wife, Amy Lee (far left), enjoy the evening's entertainment.
Thanks to all the volunteers and performers, especially coordinator Mary Kay Clark and emcee Walter Rhodes, for their contributions to a very fun event!
Photos by Susan Gartner
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
More photos from Friday night's Fling
November’s Third Weekend Fling in the Springs featured artist receptions and holiday events on Friday night.
Carolers sang in front of Eco-Mental, celebrating its 3rd Anniversary; free carriage rides were offered in front of Little Art Theatre; Urban Handmade Holiday Celebration included a free outdoor screening of “It’s A Wonderful Life”; Yellow Springs artist Liz Zaff greeted guests at her opening reception for “The Polaroid Project,” paintings on cardboard at “Would You, Could You” In A Frame; belly dancers Cami Knick (left) and Erin Wolf helped local painter Travis Tarbox Hotaling get in the spirit of the event during his opening reception at YS Arts Council Gallery. The exhibit, “Portrait of a Woman,” features the work of Hotaling and Jade Nikita McConnell.
Photos by Susan Gartner
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Friday, October 22, 2010
After the Game
for Matthew Hervey
Two plays into tee ball
the irate father/coach
storms onto the field,
cursing the teenage umpire
for some perceived injustice
to his son
who, slumped over at the plate,
gazes at the scene
in tears of embarrassment and shame.
At a Little League game
a ten year old boy
tosses his helmet,
barely missing his coach
who has been ragging him
during his at-bat.
Back in the dugout
the man grabs the boy
by the shirt
and slaps his face.
Over at the Pony League
a father kicks dirt
on the parents of the visiting team
who have been belittling
his boys relentlessly,
sparking a brawl on the field.
They are stock brokers, lawyers, dentists
and even judges
who, in their youths,
never gripped a bat
or caught a ball
or cried when their father
berated them
for dropping the fly
or taking the called third strike.
The mother complains,
he's not playing her kid enough.
The coach complains,
he has to play the fat kid
at least one inning,
league rules.
The kid complains,
he doesn't want
to play this stupid game
at all, anymore.
He'd rather practice
the piano.
Outside the stadium,
before the game,
a full, unopened can of beer
drops from the third deck
and narrowly misses
the family with the picnic basket
on its annual outing
to watch the millionaire big boys
play the child's game,
before a packed house
of 50,000 cursing drunks.
The out-of-town booster
in the jersey of the visiting team
is pelted from behind
with nickels, tossed
by a guy in a suit and tie
who is so offended
by the nerve of this guy
to trespass in his arena,
that by the third period
he can no longer confine himself
to the launching of small change
and he goes to the guy's seat
and punches his face,
before his wife and kids
who had come to see
their home town heroes
fight the good fight
play the sporting game
and entertain the aficionados
with displays of teamwork,
daring and skill.
The surly superstar spits on a fan.
The reporters flee the manager's office
as he rants and raves
and throws things from his desk.
The over-the-hill tight end
exposes himself to a female reporter
in the locker room
and the team's owner jokes
on about it, endlessly,
just not getting it.
The teenage girl tennis star
is stabbed in the back
between sets.
The Lady Bing candidate
lies lifeless on the ice,
having been cross-checked
after scoring the winning goal.
Backboards, telephones, water coolers
are the smashed trophies
of egos gone awry.
Between innings
the husband goes to the fridge
and opens another beer.
The wife, meanwhile,
slips into his recliner
and switches channels
to the Home Shopping Network.
When he returns
he blows out her brains
with the revolver
he always kept for burglars.
After the game
he phones for an ambulance.
The championship having been won
the supporters of the victors
riot in the streets,
burning cars and stores,
destroying the businesses
in their hometown, downtown,
where they once worked.
So what if there is nothing left
after the game?
They partook in the event.
Their champions, however,
return to their own home towns.
Season having ended,
they flee the lunacy
of their adoring fans.
I'm taking my son
to his first game at the Stadium,
the "House that Ruth built"
where Gherig, DiMaggio and Mantle inspired
the myth of the American pastime.
At the souvenir stand,
just outside the subway,
I buy the little guy
a batting helmet.
I tell him to wear it always,
lest the errant can of beer,
the well placed nickel,
or some other unforeseen danger
cause him harm.
He turns it over
and fills it with popcorn.
(This poem was previously published in the Vincent Brother's Review under the title "He'd Rather Practice the Piano")
Two plays into tee ball
the irate father/coach
storms onto the field,
cursing the teenage umpire
for some perceived injustice
to his son
who, slumped over at the plate,
gazes at the scene
in tears of embarrassment and shame.
At a Little League game
a ten year old boy
tosses his helmet,
barely missing his coach
who has been ragging him
during his at-bat.
Back in the dugout
the man grabs the boy
by the shirt
and slaps his face.
Over at the Pony League
a father kicks dirt
on the parents of the visiting team
who have been belittling
his boys relentlessly,
sparking a brawl on the field.
They are stock brokers, lawyers, dentists
and even judges
who, in their youths,
never gripped a bat
or caught a ball
or cried when their father
berated them
for dropping the fly
or taking the called third strike.
The mother complains,
he's not playing her kid enough.
The coach complains,
he has to play the fat kid
at least one inning,
league rules.
The kid complains,
he doesn't want
to play this stupid game
at all, anymore.
He'd rather practice
the piano.
Outside the stadium,
before the game,
a full, unopened can of beer
drops from the third deck
and narrowly misses
the family with the picnic basket
on its annual outing
to watch the millionaire big boys
play the child's game,
before a packed house
of 50,000 cursing drunks.
The out-of-town booster
in the jersey of the visiting team
is pelted from behind
with nickels, tossed
by a guy in a suit and tie
who is so offended
by the nerve of this guy
to trespass in his arena,
that by the third period
he can no longer confine himself
to the launching of small change
and he goes to the guy's seat
and punches his face,
before his wife and kids
who had come to see
their home town heroes
fight the good fight
play the sporting game
and entertain the aficionados
with displays of teamwork,
daring and skill.
The surly superstar spits on a fan.
The reporters flee the manager's office
as he rants and raves
and throws things from his desk.
The over-the-hill tight end
exposes himself to a female reporter
in the locker room
and the team's owner jokes
on about it, endlessly,
just not getting it.
The teenage girl tennis star
is stabbed in the back
between sets.
The Lady Bing candidate
lies lifeless on the ice,
having been cross-checked
after scoring the winning goal.
Backboards, telephones, water coolers
are the smashed trophies
of egos gone awry.
Between innings
the husband goes to the fridge
and opens another beer.
The wife, meanwhile,
slips into his recliner
and switches channels
to the Home Shopping Network.
When he returns
he blows out her brains
with the revolver
he always kept for burglars.
After the game
he phones for an ambulance.
The championship having been won
the supporters of the victors
riot in the streets,
burning cars and stores,
destroying the businesses
in their hometown, downtown,
where they once worked.
So what if there is nothing left
after the game?
They partook in the event.
Their champions, however,
return to their own home towns.
Season having ended,
they flee the lunacy
of their adoring fans.
I'm taking my son
to his first game at the Stadium,
the "House that Ruth built"
where Gherig, DiMaggio and Mantle inspired
the myth of the American pastime.
At the souvenir stand,
just outside the subway,
I buy the little guy
a batting helmet.
I tell him to wear it always,
lest the errant can of beer,
the well placed nickel,
or some other unforeseen danger
cause him harm.
He turns it over
and fills it with popcorn.
(This poem was previously published in the Vincent Brother's Review under the title "He'd Rather Practice the Piano")
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
More Art Stroll photos
“It’s All About Art” was the theme for this past 3rd Weekend Fling in the Springs. The semi-annual Art Stroll on Friday, Oct. 15, was held in memory of long-time Yellow Springs business owner and artist Eddie Eckenrode who died in May. Eddie’s wife, Sam, and daughter, Miriam, held a Grand Opening for the Eddie Eckenrode Gallery at Sam & Eddie’s Open Books with an exhibition of Eddie’s artwork.
Village Artisans of Yellow Springs presented a Gallery Opening of
"Dare 2B Square," featuring the work (all on 12" x 12" canvas) of over 30 artists. The work will be displayed through October 31st.
“Would you, could you” In a Frame hosted an artist reception for Jafa-girl (“Just Another Flippin’ Artist”) Corrine Bayraktaroglu (pictured) and her mixed-media exhibition “Stitch Gasp.”
Photos by Susan Gartner
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Village Artisans of Yellow Springs presented a Gallery Opening of
"Dare 2B Square," featuring the work (all on 12" x 12" canvas) of over 30 artists. The work will be displayed through October 31st.
“Would you, could you” In a Frame hosted an artist reception for Jafa-girl (“Just Another Flippin’ Artist”) Corrine Bayraktaroglu (pictured) and her mixed-media exhibition “Stitch Gasp.”
Photos by Susan Gartner
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Monday, October 18, 2010
More Artist Studio Tour photos
Cynthia McDonald of Wild Gourd Studio was a guest artist in the home of host artist Kathy Verner Moulton of KaVoooM Productions. Cynthia is pictured with her hand-carved gourds, talking with Hays Moulton.
Miami Valley Pottery owner and host artist Naysan McIllhargey reaches for one of his wood-fired pots.
Artist Studio Tour participants joke with guest artist Alice Young-Basora (right) of Nina Carina. Alice displays her jewelry featuring hand-painted canvas, fabric, and beads made from recycled paper.
Photos by Susan Gartner
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Miami Valley Pottery owner and host artist Naysan McIllhargey reaches for one of his wood-fired pots.
Artist Studio Tour participants joke with guest artist Alice Young-Basora (right) of Nina Carina. Alice displays her jewelry featuring hand-painted canvas, fabric, and beads made from recycled paper.
Photos by Susan Gartner
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Sunday, October 10, 2010
More Street Fair photos
From the top: Benches, curbs, stoops, and stairs made for makeshift eating areas all through downtown as fest-goers enjoyed the wide variety of food; the Coots Repertory Company (featuring Ron Siemer, Jerry Buck, and Walter Rhodes) performed Virgil Hervey’s 10-minute play (and recent 10-Minute Play Fest “Crowd Favorite”) "Parking Spaces" at the Corner Cone followed by Bettina Solas who played her mountain dulcimer; villager Elizabeth Price danced and played percussion for The Piano Peddler, Eugene Beer.
Photos by Susan Gartner
Saturday, September 18, 2010
More Friday Fling photos
A steel drum musician performed in front of Brenda Stone Browder’s newly-opened Rolling Pen Book CafĂ©.
The First Presbyterian Church of Yellow Springs hosted A Shower of Stoles.
Martin Harold Benedict Borchers made his public debut at 108 Dayton Street (second floor).
Photos by Susan Gartner.
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The First Presbyterian Church of Yellow Springs hosted A Shower of Stoles.
Martin Harold Benedict Borchers made his public debut at 108 Dayton Street (second floor).
Photos by Susan Gartner.
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Friday, September 17, 2010
More Mothman musings in advance of our trip
On the Ohio, December 15, 1967
Nights were darker then,
objects in the sky
strangely brighter,
intensified
by isolation.
Red eyes peering
in the dark,
imaginations
swirling
like brightly wrapped
Christmas presents
caught in whirlpools
beneath a derelict bridge
then pulled under.
Common sense
bobbing to the surface
on a cold December eve.
Nights were darker then,
objects in the sky
strangely brighter,
intensified
by isolation.
Red eyes peering
in the dark,
imaginations
swirling
like brightly wrapped
Christmas presents
caught in whirlpools
beneath a derelict bridge
then pulled under.
Common sense
bobbing to the surface
on a cold December eve.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
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Saturday, August 21, 2010
More Friday Fling Photos
On August 20, the Yellow Springs arts community was in full swing for Third Friday Fling. Various galleries and shops extended their hours into the evening and exhibited works from local artists.
Village Artisans Gallery, 100 Corry Street, presented the show "Extending Our Boundaries," featuring Beavercreek artist Leah Grommon, who works with oils, acrylics, and knits, and longtime villager and water color artist Sue Brezine (explaining water color technique to guests).
Cincinnati photographer Matt Vant, stands by his work, "Bird's Eye View," at the artist reception for the group exhibit, "People, Places and Things," at Yellow Springs Arts Council's new gallery and meeting space, 309 Xenia Avenue. The exhibit also features ceramic boxes by fellow Cincinnati artist John Mason, vintage dress designs by Dayton artist Tracy McElfresh, and paintings by Dayton artist Patrick Mauk.
Photos by Susan Gartner
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Village Artisans Gallery, 100 Corry Street, presented the show "Extending Our Boundaries," featuring Beavercreek artist Leah Grommon, who works with oils, acrylics, and knits, and longtime villager and water color artist Sue Brezine (explaining water color technique to guests).
Cincinnati photographer Matt Vant, stands by his work, "Bird's Eye View," at the artist reception for the group exhibit, "People, Places and Things," at Yellow Springs Arts Council's new gallery and meeting space, 309 Xenia Avenue. The exhibit also features ceramic boxes by fellow Cincinnati artist John Mason, vintage dress designs by Dayton artist Tracy McElfresh, and paintings by Dayton artist Patrick Mauk.
Photos by Susan Gartner
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Sunday, August 15, 2010
More 10-Minute Play Photos
10-Minute Play Fest emcee Rani Crowe interviews a young audience member in between plays.
College student Allie Persinger chastises fellow student Kenny Ruth for texting during class as professor Phil Duffy looks on in Persinger's play "More Vibrancy."
J. Gary Thompson (left) and Troy Lindsey struggle to find topics to talk about in Matthew Haldeman's "Two Person Conversation."
Jane Mowder (left) and Kristina Kopf play two ostracized office workers in "People Like Us" by Chris Shaw Swanson.
Photos by Susan Gartner
College student Allie Persinger chastises fellow student Kenny Ruth for texting during class as professor Phil Duffy looks on in Persinger's play "More Vibrancy."
J. Gary Thompson (left) and Troy Lindsey struggle to find topics to talk about in Matthew Haldeman's "Two Person Conversation."
Jane Mowder (left) and Kristina Kopf play two ostracized office workers in "People Like Us" by Chris Shaw Swanson.
Photos by Susan Gartner
More 10-Minute Play Photos
Elderly couple Jennifer Bryant and Jeff Lucas are baffled by an unexpected guest played by Jason Sine in Dean Bevan's "Grim Reaper," directed by Jennifer Bateman Gilchrist.
Arthur Jolly's "The Four Senses of Love" is performed in a reading with Max McConnel and Jill Summerville.
Richard Payton (left) and director Bailey Boudreau clash over wording in "The New Sign" by K. Biadaszkiewicz.
Photos by Susan Gartner
Arthur Jolly's "The Four Senses of Love" is performed in a reading with Max McConnel and Jill Summerville.
Richard Payton (left) and director Bailey Boudreau clash over wording in "The New Sign" by K. Biadaszkiewicz.
Photos by Susan Gartner
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