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

Friday, September 17, 2010

UP NEXT: The Letter of the Law

Up next, I plann to quote the letter of the law, concerning Americans with disabilities, through the Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA), concerning the rights of the people, with respect to CONFIDENTIALITY.

Yes

YES...I am going to Olde Mistick Village tomorrow, which is Saturday, Sept. 18 (2010) for the Garlic Festival which is FREE, for music, entertainment and cooking demos! And yes, I just did return to the Bean & Leaf Cafe for afternoon coffee after being on hiatus for the past two weeks (and getting caught up on lotsa sleep after being strung out on strong coffee all summer!) Hey, the Bean & Leaf (among other influences) kept me out of Hanafin's Irish Pub all summer long. Do I have an "addictive personality???"  You better, you bet.  "Hi, my name is Denise and I'm an addict." (That doesn't give YOU the right to stake me out just because you are my next door neighbors and you're very nosy and you ain't got nuttin' else to do all day!!!... * * * :) (The more things change, the more they remain the same.) What do YOU do all day?  Why don't YOU step outside that lens, my friends? And capsize, with all the lies, that YOU'VE been living in???... * * * :) (Denise...Denise Dances...2010)

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Disorderly Conduct

Disorderly Conduct
On August 26 at 4:05 p.m., after being alerted by the harbormaster, police arrested Benjamin Payne, 29, of North Kingstown aboard his sailboat Shady Basterd, for disorderly conduct.  According to police, Payne was highly intoxicated and threatening to cut the anchor lines and sink neighboring vessels. Police held Payne overnight and issued him a summons to appear in Fourth Division District Court.

RETROSPECTIVE: the Flo Gris One Year Later

ONE YEAR LATER  Paintings I Like (FIELD NOTES): Harry Hoffman (1871-1964), "Beatrice at the Door," Oil on Canvas.  Artist and Subject met as boarders at the Florence Griswold House and were subsequently married in 1910. The house is called "Chuluota," after its translation, "beautiful view." (as I oft refer to "Paula" on 190 Vauxhall Street.) "It's like going back in time. She seems real.  Delicate, feminine and strong. Yearning to be - not just outside - but beyond the horizon, out in the world." (DH)

Louis Paul Dessar, (1867-1952) "The Young Mother," Oil on Canvas. Rural simplicity. "Mother regards sleeping baby, but beyond the sheer white curtains, bright sunlight - the Outside World beckons. (DH)

Sudden inspiration: "Girl Looks Outside," Oil on Canvas, Denise Hickey, (circa October 2009). A girl, in a long white flowing eyelet dress, looks longingly outside the sunny window at the Lieutenant River, through sheer white curtains, upon a bucolic scene which is now the grounds of the Flo Gris. A stark white cottage with large sunny windows and a bare room.

New inspiration: "Clark Vorhees House," Matilda Brown, (1869-1947), Oil on Panel.  ("Wet on wet look)" - Kate Knapp of BI. Light and Shadow. (DH)

RETROSPECT: The dotted bright landscapes of Will Howe Foote (1874-1965) in "Summer, Circa 1913" is no longer the style I wish to emulate of 1 yr ago. (DH)

THE PAINTED SKETCH

Outdoor sketching was a nearly universal working method for the artists of the Lyme Art Colony. The invention of collapsible metal tubes in the 1940s allowed for storage of oil paints and extended outdoor painting. "Often outfitted in country tweeds, knickers and backpacks, the Old Lyme artists carried paint boxes filled with brushes, palettes, tubes of paint and small canvas boards out into the open countryside to paint directly from nature. "Using portable easels, a canvas stool, and sun umbrella; they painted under endlessly varying conditions and endured both mosquitoes and curious onlookers."
The OIL SKETCH, painted on a small panel or canvas board was prized for tis spontaneity and freshness. To many patrons -- an affordable and sometimes preferable example of an artist's work.
Some examples: "Laurel," William S. Robinson (1861-1945), Oil on Artist Board.
"Summer Landscape," Frederick W. Ramsdell (1865-1915), Oil on Wood Panel.
"On the Lieutenant," Charles Vezin (1858-1942), Oil on Artist Board.
During the first two decades of the 20th century, Old Lyme, CT was the setting for one of the largest and most significant art colonies in America. The boarding house of Miss Florence Griswold, now the Florence Griswold Museum housed the Tonalists and Impressionists artists Movements.  More than 200 artists and their works have given the Florence Griswold Museum its reknown. The American Impressionists of Old Lyme, CT is the most talked about art colony in America. (-- Hartford Courant, 1907)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Block Island Health & General Store

 BLOCK ISLAND
HEALTH & GENERAL STORE

Everything that you would find in a mainland drugstore...

Except the prescription department.

OPEN DAILY

Mon-Thurs 10-6
Friday 10-7
Saturday 9-7
Sunday 9-4

466-5825

100 yards up High Street
from statue of Rebecca



P.S. This is the road I take downhill with my Trek bike on the day after arriving at the Rose Farm Inn!

B&E, Stalking

Police were called to a Corn Neck Road residence on August 18 at 12:14 p.m., after a report of an intruder. According to the police, the homeowner had noticed a series of signs at the home that suggested that someone had been tampering with it. On the day in question, a caretaker inside the house witnessed a man emerge from the home's basement; he immediately called the police. The intruder ran into the nearby brush and eluded police, but authorities found his motorcycle parked on an adjacent property. Police later located and arrested John Rule, 59, of Cooneymus Road, for breaking and entering and stalking. He was issued a summons to appear in Fourth Division District Court.

"Those Summer Winds"

THOSE SUMMER WINDS

A dog whined intermittently at the end of the plank as the cold sea air blew in the Jessica W Hi Speed Ferry from New London. Well worn and traveler weary, I didn't feel that zing of old upon greeting familiar summer surroundings. Gray clouds hovered overhead as a multitude of seagoers disembarked on the weekend after Labor Day. Ordering the "special burger" from Old Harbor Takeout, replete with bacon, raw onions, pickles, lettuce, cheese, fresh tomatoes and Thousand Island dressing, I felt fortified for the next leg of my sojourn, the hike up Spring Street to the Rose Farm Inn.

To my surprise, a bevy of travelers had just booked several rooms at the Inn. "Paula" had answered my prayers and I received a full refund, no questions asked, for the third night for which I was booked, but unable to stay (or afford) because the ferry wasn't traveling on Monday.

The prevailing winds and gray storm clouds wreaked upon my conscience a certain caution, even fear. I decided not to make the Trek to Southeast Light via Pilot Hill Road alone tomorrow. I would stay in town, have lunch and do my own art gallery stroll instead. That decided, I settled in for a long, wintry evening. Cold winds blew, but I felt relief after the white hot unrelenting desert heat of most of July and August.

The next morning dawned bright and hopeful upon my upstairs room at the Inn. Unrelenting, I decided to stick to my plan. After breakfast, I photographed the animals at Manisses Farm. I had my bike tuned up at Beach Rose Bicycles, behind the Inn, all family owned by the Roses. They agreed my art bizz venture was "off to a slow start" and Jamie said, "It's a tough economy for an artist." Isn't any? Even still, I resolve to always broaden my horizons and endeavor to persevere.

Realizing I need to be fortified for the tough road ahead, I resolved to have mostly roast beef sandwiches at lunch (alternate with turkey) and to buy plenty of frozen dinners with red meat, supplemented by chicken and fish. No pasta. Potatoes instead. And indeed, hunger has not been a problem out here this weekend! But fatigue has.

Tonight, I spied a couple of white-tailed deer behind the Rose Farm Inn, on a bluff as they ran into the moors to join others there. A fawn on the opposite bluff as well.

Sat., Sept. 11, 2010  "THOSE SUMMER WINDS..." (Frank Sinatra, Fox Trot) On Saturday, after the "special burger" lunch at OHT once again, I scoured several stores in search of the perfect postcard for my mother who had inquired about New Harbor, her first time on Block Island, being this past July. From photo galleries, to the grocery store, to clothing stores, to souvenir shops, I was finally rewarded at Island Bound Bookstore by an oversize picture postcard of the porch at Narrangansett Inn overlooking Great Salt Pond. Upstairs at the new Post Office Building, second floor, I found my own reward: oil paintings by artist Kate Knapp at the Jessie Edwards Gallery (http://www.jessieedwardsgallery.com/)

Impressionistic and filled with light and color, her paintings contain broad brush strokes, using a wet-on-wet technique and lack of detail.  She's got it! Hands up! And so, with my journey over, I endeavor to persevere.  THOSE SUMMER WINDS...As the Jessica W pulls into Port, I see the City of New London skyline as I have never seen it before. Among the old brick city scape, I spy my apartment building peering through the trees and my almost top corner unit high above the treetops.  Prominence.