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

Friday, November 6, 2009

ECSO Broadcast 11/8

Hello, Everyone! I am excited to tell you that the Eastern Connecticut Symphony Orchestra, October 17 performance will be broadcast on WMNR Fine Arts Radio, 94.5 on Sunday, November 8 at 3 pm. I was too busy trying to SAVE OCEAN BEACH that night!
"Our Own Classical Idol"
Star-Isle by Toru Takemitsu (1930-1996)
Violin Concerto No. 5 in A Major by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756-1791)
Featuring Stephan Tieszen, ECSO Concertmaster (celeb. more than 20 yrs)
Symphony No. 5, Op. 64, E minor by Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840-1893)

Thanx, Everyone!

Thanx, Everyone! Got 52 hits on my blog yesterday. Did I create that much of a buzz on MAAP? I finally got the URL correct, but I need help editing my website! Thanks to "P" at the Computer Lab at Groton Library, for all of your help. Denise (P.S. I used to attract about 20 readers a day. It got down to 15, then 9, then 7. Keep reading, everyone! More to come!)

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Other Artists

Whose styles I wish to emulate...

Janice Causey...
Block Island Art Festival...
August 8 & 9, 2009...
For more info, go to:

Kate Knapp...
at the Jessie Edwards Studio...
Her artwork was shown in August, but I missed it!...
Also, go to: (August 8, 2009)...

Zen Chuang...
Mystic Art Festival...
August 2008...
for more info, go to:


The First Impression (Trip to Old Lyme)

THE FIRST IMPRESSION Old Lyme, CT. Thursday, Oct. 22, 2009. Photos. Here we have: (1) Impressionist Denise poses on the bank of the Lieutenant River behind the Flo Gris Museum. (2) Denise -- a future Old Lyme Impressionist painter? (3) "Chunking out:" No more donuts! Hey. I'm only human, too. From raisins, apples, and lite yogurt! (4) portable picnic lunch on the grounds of The Gris. (5) Downriver. (6) Across the River. (7) Upriver. (8) Children gather for the "Wee Faerie Village" exhibit. (9) First Impressions, Lasting Impressions...(10) and (11) "The Rambles" sculptural exhibit by North Carolina artist Patrick Dougherty. Inspired by the location, he uses truckloads of freshly harvested native tree saplings. (12) A Fall Scene.


COMING SOON...Thanksgiving, of course...and "New London: Tree City USA;" and Bio of Edgar Allen Poe; and photos of my artwork from indoor OASIS: please go to:

Today you will be able to view: (1) "The Beach by Long Island Sound;" and (2) "Against the Wind." Next will be: (3) "The Race." Soon to follow: (4) "Seeing the Light." (5) "On the Rocks." (6) "Seagulls All Around" and (7) "Aplomb." In case you haven't guessed, it will be a mural of Long Island Sound in seven "panels," 16" x 20" Oils on Canvas. (American Impressionism?) These are taken from photographs and inspired by the many hours I have spent at Ocean Beach this past summer 2009 and into the fall. MidWinter Art Reception in my home around Sunday, Feb. 7, 2010. All Friends & Family Welcome. Hopefully, I can reproduce my artwork into prints and notecards and sell originals and reproductions at one of the outdoor art festivals in Summer 2010. After the holidays, that nice, cool, clean relaxing time in January; more inspiration awaits. You will have to a-wait, too! (Denise...Denise Dances...2009.) (Hint: More inspiration from Ocean Beach and "stuff" I began last Spring.)

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

"Film Noir" turned Slasher "B"???

FILM NOIR...turned Slasher B movie??? New London, CT. It was an organized society, a secret society. During the darkest days of my life, I lived among them. High Society. No one believed me. If I lived in the hood, they would. One tells the other tells the other. "You're up early." "Are you working?" "You look nice." One is stationed outside, around the exact time I leave in the morning. When I return home, someone is stationed in the front lobby. "So-and-so did this and so-and-so did that. I did this and I did that. What did you do today?" What're you doing? What're you doing? What're you doing? "Are you working?" "What do you do all day?" "How much rent are you paying?" "What are you doing today?" One tells the other tells the other. Gathered around the front hall lobby. High noon. Gathered around, just about the exact time I come home most days. Someone standing outside, at the time I usually leave in the morning. "They watch every little thing you do" -- barely uttered beneath bated breath, former next door neighbor (MF), at Cruise Night, Summer 2008. "Spoiled brat!" spat out across a crowded restaurant, the family pizza place I used to frequent (Fall 2006). (Thought she was legally blind - EP). Who invited you? Standing outside my door. Dinner with a friend one evening, November 2007. Ex-ballroom dancer, 81-year-old lady. Just because. Sixty something chain smoker stood outside in front as I escorted my dinner guest to her car. The next day: "The Europeans have wine with dinner. We don't." (MM) Next door neighbors down the hall had never bothered me about anything before. Before November 2007. Following me to my car when I would leave for the Pequot Cafe in Groton, most weekday mornings, about 10:30. Feigning concern for my car but not offering assistance. Door slammed very hard, directly over my head, one afternoon at 2:30pm, the time I usually come home, on Monday, Dec. 8, 2008. Ducked into the side hallway; took the center staircase instead. Had been gone all day Saturday on a bus trip to NYC and returned around 11pm that same night. Summer 2008: Like an angry German Shepherd, he paced the area around thBolde carBoldports, to the right of the building until I came home; circling, striding aggressively toward me as if to drive me out. But I had nowhere to go. Father in a nursing home. Family stopped calling me. Best friend passed away in June 2007. Stare, stare. Ogle, ogle. In my face. As if he knew my secrets. Leery, scary, stately old "security guard" by the side stairwell. Leads to the carports. Long abandoned by me. On a rainy, eery night last December. Called a board member crying, one day in mid July 2008. "Do you need money?" (MM) Walking, stalking the third floor hallway. From the time I get up in the morning until the time I go to bed at night. "You're talking about people who have a lot of time on their hands." If I don't get them; they're going to get me!!! (You have to deal with that.) (I'm not responsible.) (I don't know anything.) What're you crazy? Think you got problems? Are you kiddin' me? Don' f*** with me!!!...* * * :)...TO BE CONTINUED...Carried out in a black coffin? No. That was the public healthcare system. Carried out in a white bag? Dead at 50? No. Not me. (The nearby woods. Perfect place to dump a body. No one would ever know...) Wanna be startin' somethin'? (P.S. I couldn't do it without you, my Guardian Angels here on earth and my one in heaven.) Sorry, guys! That's all I've got for ya!

Monday, November 2, 2009

A Beautiful Spirit

MICHAEL JACKSO Sun Nov 01 09 1:20pm 1 Nianti PG 128 1 Ad Mat$6.00...THIS IS IT: Michael this movie, I sensed a beautiful, gentle, pure spirit...almost feminine in nature. Ethereal. Very disciplined and focused. The only time his anxiety became apparent was when he spoke to the producer about the mike being too loud in his ears, like a fist pounding his ear. Even so, he spoke in a gentle, loving way. Overly sensitive. Too good for this world. Could it be it was his time? That his exit wasn't too soon. The natural order of things. Dead at 50. Know I won't be. Wish I could be as nice as he. Taut, muscular legs. Perfect condition. He was trying to reach us with this movie. To get a simple message across to us all, as if he knew he would be leaving us soon. Even so, more spirit than human at the time of this movie. Perfection. Love each other. We're all in it together. Start with the man in the mirror. Change your ways. Don't leave it up to "them." Do something about the planet in the next four years or it will be too late. "What have we done?" I'm looking at the man in the mirror...I'm asking him to change his ways...if you wanna make the world a better place, you better take a look at yourself and make that change...(I have to see this movie. I have to see it; I have to see it. Are we going? We're going; aren't we? If we don't go; I'm going to be mad!!!...* * * :)