Two Shows

Yesterday I sat in the Gift Shop at the 29 Palms Art Gallery, as part of my contribution for having artwork in the gallery Membership Show over the summer.  This was the first time I had a chance to see the show as I’d been out of town for the reception.

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Lee Luke Pickering room #1

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Lee Luke Pickering Room #2

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Rear gallery #1

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Rear Gallery #2. Something might look familiar to my fans there: “Perspective” and “Arrows”

29 Palms Art Gallery show

At the front left is “Hunger Bowl”, a composition for a homelessness fundraiser, that never got picked up.

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Last shot of the large gallery.

In the evening I attended the opening ceremony and open house for the new Children’s Mental Health Services Clinic in Coachella.  The art on display there is also under review for addition to the artwork for the clinic itself.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

Waiting Room. Very cheerful.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

First hallway.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

Reception area, some staff members and one of the artists.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

The main meeting room

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

A couple short speeches were given about the mission of the clinic.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

I must check that the reason my painting is on the easel isn’t because the wire broke!

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

Secondary waiting area with Mark Anthony and his wife.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

East hallway

 

Sonnet Challenge #11

We’re back to Eric in Ventura for a very interesting challenge, which brought back a memory too. The challenge was: “miniature lead soldiers that even Andrew Wyeth and H. G. Wells played with. ”

My first husband had these metal soldiers that he would play war games with his buddies on a Sunday.  He used to paint them in the colors that were appropriate to the armies they represented.  Seeing as he worked 6 days, I guess I was technically a war widow from the second day I was married.  On our wedding day, he’d disappeared at the reception; he’d discovered the bar had the soccer on the tv.  That day, Liverpool beat Manchester United 5-0 and it was the happiest day of his life, which apparently had little to do with the fact he’d just got married.  It’s ok, it’s so long ago now, I can laugh at this.

But I don’t think my exes soldiers were lead, so I turned to eBay for some inspiration. I found a listing for 11 battered lead soldiers, some missing arms that were made to swing in marching.

Lead soldiers

The 11 lead soldiers in an ebay listing that helped inspire the sonnet.

Lead Soldiers.

Once we were an army on the field

a green baize table all set out for war

(though none of us could figure out what for),

our generals, two boys, would sometimes yield

to calls from mother.  But until that time

we’d all be marched around and fire and drum

amidst their noise of battle, bomb and gun

and yells as some would ‘die’ along our line.

But they grew up and we were boxed for years,

swinging arms were lost, and many men;

our paint was chipped. Now down to just eleven

were rediscovered, sold as mercenaries.

We’re old, disabled.  War is not the same.

We’re just your heroes from a childhood’s game.