Denise Dances: A Return to Perfect Health - Body, Mind & Spirit!

Saturday, October 31, 2009

"I Don't Get No Respect!"

OK, here I go again! I DON'T GET NO RESPECT! I applied for a CT Business Tax ID number for my new business venture, MAAP. The application cost fifty bucks. I got a letter in the mail. They told me I owned 'em another fifty bucks. The fee went up October first. I mailed the form on October 14th. I was too busy trying to Save Ocean Beach! (Talk about bein' an SOB.) I drove up to the "Flo Gris," first time ever, last Thursday, October 22nd. It was a beautiful day. Nevermind that. The museum admission is nine bucks. Had a coupon for a dollar off. They had that "airy fairy" thing goin' on. I got rooked fourteen bucks! I made a second visit to "the Gris" the following Thursday, October 29th. To see the new exhibit, "Call of the Coast." Still had the "airy fairy" thing goin' on. I said: "Look. I was here a week ago. I'm not interested in the fairies. I'm here to see the new exhibit." I got in for the price of a student. Minus the dollar coupon. Six bucks. Didn't get no receipt. Can't claim it as a tax write-off. No program brochure neither. Two trips in two weeks. Woulda cost me sixteen bucks total for museum admission. Cost me twenty. I still got rooked four bucks! " There were some small children gathered around the fruit trees outside. The lady docent at the Griswold Mansion called it a circus. You wanna see a circus? I'll show you a circus. Take my life! Please! Are you kiddin' me? Think you got problems? What're you crazy? I don't get no respect!!!"

Friday, October 30, 2009

Call of the Coast

CALL OF THE COAST...Old Lyme, CT. Thursday, October 29, 2009. Second visit to The Gris. Much chillier than the first. First up, Monhegan Island, off the coast of Maine, a 17th century fishing outpost discovered by painters in the 19th century. In 1903, Robert Henri arrived, a well-known leader and teacher of the Ashcan School. Along with him came the artists Rockwell Kent, Edward Hopper, and George Bellows, before World War I. During the 1920s and 30s, the rise of abstraction came "as painters found geometry, color and movement in the rocks and waves of the famous island." Charles Ebert (1873-1959) painted "Foot of the Cliffs," Oil on Panel. From Greenwich to Old Lyme, CT to Monhegan Island in Maine (1909) -- he painted in a "high key Impressionist palette." "Seeking authentic experience and the quiet life," Robert Henri (1865-1929) painted "The Gray Woods" (c. 1911), Oil on Panel, featuring a "wet on wet" look. Henri considered summer his "great season of work." From 1903-1918, Monhegan formed a community of modernist artists. OK. I've had just about enough excitement for one lifetime. But I have de feelin' it's not over yet! I have a headache. I think I should go now. This is what my day was like yesterday. I think I'll take it. Can't say I don't wish I could have seen all of those 125 police cruisers drive past my house this morning on the way to Ocean Beach! (Denise...Denise Dances...2009) Back to work. It's Saturday; got to finish this post on my visit to The Gris Thursday. The artists sought "simplicity, purity, and honesty" in contrast to modern city life in New York." They found in Monhegan, "the absence of the distractions of everyday life and the stimulus of new surroundings," "in a primitive locale." Charles Ebert (1873-1959) tried unsuccessfully to make a living as a freelance illustrator. His wife Mary Roberts encouraged him to abandon illustration for landscape painting. "Monhegan Headlands" (1909), Oil on Canvas is one of the more recognizable works of art today. The artist George Fellows called it "an eternal subject," his "Matinicus" (1916), Oil on Canvas, portraying a dreary New England fishing village on said island, producing "many views of the working waterfront." Andrew Winter (1892-1958) is one of the more interesting personas, I found, in this exhibit, "Call of the Coast." He painted "Island Home, Monhegan," (1947), Oil on Canvas -- capturing the moody midwinter brisk weather with stark contrasts in light and shadow. A former Merchant Marine, he attended the National Academy of Design (1921-1925). Following that, he pursued a fellowship in Rome and Paris in 1925. As a seascape and landscape painter in New York in the 1930s-40s, "the combination of his love for the sea and the arts...made Monhegan Island an ideal setting for his work. He frequently rowed around the island...looking for unusual vantage points...and...worked for the local fishermen...built ship models...wooden carvings...and..a tapestry from wool...he dyed himself...a scene of Monhegan harbor based on one of his oils." ON OGUNQUIT -- "a small fishing village on the coast of southern Maine served as the unlikely fault line between two artistic cultures in the twentieth century." Both camps -- traditionalists and the avante-garde -- Bostonians and New Yorkers -- found a ready home in Ogunquit." (aside: I lived in New York City 1987-1990. In Boston from 1990-91, I survived a year of hardship, barely making ends meet, cashiering in a grocery store and shopping at the Haymarket, cooking the same meal to eat for the entire week! Ugh! I took to New York like a duck to water, but burned out early. The office had an awesome cafeteria and I lived on Chinese take-out outside the office. Even though I venture to New York for day trips, it is exhausting for me now. I never quite took to Boston, at all, but I did make many friends while I was there.) The art colony of Cos Cob (CT) was founded by John Twachtman, leader of the Art Students League of New York. "Cos Cob artists maintained a quieter profile than Old Lyme for fear their community would lose its charm if over run by tourists." (But then, what would there be to complain about???) The colony was based at the Holley House, an 18th cnetury Victorian mansion turned inn for "the Cos Cob set." (From the windows of the Amtrak train, this Connecticut town looks beautiful but the art colony sounds pretty boring to me.) "Taken together, Old Lyme and Cos Cob represent archetypes of the American colony, especially by providing conviviality in the countryside for a generation of artists." What do YOU think? I found the Old Lyme Art Colony to be much more interesting than any of the two in Maine or the other one in Connecticut. (Denise...Denise Dances...2009)

Just Another Day in the Neighborhood!

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood...would you be mine? Could you be mine? It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a beauty, would you be mine? could you be mine? -- 4am, Ocean Beach Park, New London, CT -- Close to 125 police cruisers drove through The Neighborhood this morning, unbeknownst to me. Just another day in the neighborhood. A day I'd decided I'd had just about enough. Let loose on the neighbors that infamous bad temper o' mine, just coming up on 5am. Seems the rats were breeding again! Think they'll think twice before they do it again. Long as I live under their roof. Trouble falling asleep last night, due to the disturbing noises I heard next door. And this morning, AGAIN! it's aaaaaaa.....beautifuldayintheneighborhood, a beautifuldayforabeautywouldyoubemine, could you be mine? I have always wanted to live in a neighborhood just like this...i have always wanted to have next door neighbors just like you...Down the street, at Port & Starboard Banquet Hall, at Ocean Beach, just about 4am...over a hundred members of the police forces in Southeastern Connecticut gathered for a celebration breakfast. A sting operation uncovered and 75 arrests made! I arrived at Ocean Beach, lunch in tow, promptly at 10:30am. Just a few cruisers remained. Unsuspecting, I asked a Norwich police officer about the morning's event. Thanks to all the police officers and staff involved in Southeastern Connecticut. You make us believe in miracles. Just watch the news tonight! It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day in the neighborhood; Would you be mine? Could you be mine?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Coming Soon!

COMING SOON...Photos of my artwork at indoor OASIS: "The Beach by Long Island Sound" and "Against the Wind." (Soon to follow: "The Race!") I hope to have this series of paintings done by Christmas!...and hope to host a Mid Winter Artist's Reception at home around Feb. 7, 2010...Friends & Family Welcome, but please, no next door neighbors! (hee, hee! well; isn't that better than LOL???) For more info go to: http://www.google.sites.com/makingartaffordabletothepublic Hopefully, Wednesday, the firstfruits of my artwork will be posted online from Groton Library where the staff is very helpful!...as well as a special surprise photo, to be revealed...Bio on Edgar Allen Poe, the famous and tragic poet of the 18th century...and another sojourn to Old Lyme, on Thursday, where the new exhibit, "Call of the Coast: Art Colonies of New England" has just opened; featuring the art colonies of Old Lyme and Cos Cob, Connecticut and Ogunquit (been there in early 90s; very nice there!) and Monhegan, Maine...October 24, 2009 - January 31, 2010. (What're you, crazy? Think you got problems? You think I'm kidding? I don't get no respect!!!...* * * :) (Denise...Denise Dances...2009)

Monday, October 26, 2009

Dem Bones


DEM BONES I been so lonely... Since my buddy done gone away... De good Lord done called her on home... She done passed away... I know she be leavin' me heah soon... To go on ahead o' me, an' walk into de Light./ But don' you be goin' gent'l, my good buddy, into dat good night./ My buddy, she soon be ready, to walk into de Light./ She soon be leavin' me heah, to walk into de Eternal Light./ Jesus is comin'... To whipe all of de tears away... There won' be no mo' pain... After de judgement day./ My buddy done said... She won' be goin' nowhere... Till de good Lord be takin' care o' me./ She be stayin' on heah, till de good Lord be takin' care o' me./ But I have de feelin' someday soon... My buddy gone to be leavin' me heah to stay!/ She be headin' on home, but she won' ever be far away./ She be leavin me heah soon, until de judgement day./ She be sayin' to me... "Dem bones o' mine, dey got ole!"... An' she be sayin to me, just de other day --/ "Dem bones o' mine, dey be so cole an' lonely!"/ But I be walkin' down the trail,/ At de ole Ocean Beach... Just de other day... And I heared my good buddy say:... "De sun be feelin' so warm... On my bones today!... I ain' feelin' no mo' pain... As I wait to see you all again on de judgement day!"/ And my good buddy, she be sayin'... "Dem bones o' mine!... Dey was so cole an' lonely!... Dem bones o' mine!... Dey ain' cole an' lonely no mo'!"/ But somehow, sumptin' be tellin' me... My good buddy, she will always be watchin' over me! By Denise Hickey, written on 10-21-08, Ocean Beach Nature Walk (into the Light), New London, CT