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

 

Hunger bowls

These two bowls are donated by Ikea to the Salvation Army for local artists in Moreno Valley to decorate for auction for the support of homeless children in the area.  Rick Archer, the gallerist at Vanguard Gallery talked me into painting two bowls this year by simply sliding both under my nose one day while I was at the gallery.  I’ll be delivering these today.  You can see more about the Hunger Bowl project on the Vanguard website.

The bowl on the left has painted around the rim: “Hunger is only as deep as a bowl… but the fear of it is as deep as the sky.”  At the bottom is a dark moonless night skyscape.

The bowl on the right has painted around the rim: “A hungry bowl is a shallow bowl, not deep enough to capture the morsels of hope that are thrown into it.”  The little green and white flecks you see are a dollar bill cut up in little pieces.

The Hunger Bowl

The Hunger Bowl

The Hunger Bowl

One of the galleries that I work with – Vanguard Gallery in Moreno Valley – is again doing a charity project in conjunction with The Salvation Army to raise money for and bring attention to homeless children.  Like last year, we had wooden bowls donated by Ikea, and participating artists collected a bowl to decorate as they saw fit, according to the theme.  My bowl for this year was primarily poetry, although I backdropped this with a transparent sky-theme coating against the wood.  I had intended to do a transparent watercolor layer of blue and ‘lift out’ clouds with cotton wool, but there were just a few patches where I hadn’t sanded the coating off well enough, and they made a few cloud entities, so I decided to leave it as is.

The wording is:

Hunger.

I stare into the bowl –
The bowl is empty –
as empty as my stomach –
as empty as hope –
as empty as the rooms in the house we were forced to leave –
everything sold on craigslist –
or swapmeet or yardsale –
all the furniture gone –
trying to meet the mortage –
only getting the forclosure papers –
the eviction notice on the door –
the staplegun’s shot echoing like an executioners rifle through the hollow of the empty rooms –
as hollow as empty as the hearts of the so-called neighbors –
who closed their doors and looked the other way –
with souls as empty as my Dad’s wallet –
as empty as my Mom’s purse –
as their bank account
and my head is spinning round and round –
like the bowl –
like us driving round and round –
trying to find a place to sleep in the car tonight –
we don’t know where to go to sleep –
we don’t know where to go to find work –
we don’t know where to go to live –
our lives are empty –
our futures are empty –
tomorrow echoes back at us like a threat –
that this is just the beginning
that the empty bowl is spinning –
the wheel of misfortune rolling down the road of forever –
and as it spins it gets deeper and deeper –
and harder to climb out of –
and emptier and hungrier –
with every passing cloud –
that is reflected in its shining chasm –
reminding us that there is no roof over our heads –
there is no food –
there is only hunger and tomorrow –
there is only homelessness and tomorrow –
and going round and round –
to our so-called favorite spots –
is there shelter or not –
is there food or not –
is there work or not –
is there hope or –
no there is never hope –
there is only this bowl –
the hollow bowl –
the begging bowl –
put food in my bowl –
put money in my bowl –
put work in my parents’ bowl –
but if I turn over the bowl –
I cannot turn it into a roof over our heads –
I cannot empty the misfortune out of the bowl –
I cannot empty the hunger out of the bowl –
I cannot empty the poverty out of the bowl –
it just gets deeper and emptier every time a hopeless tomorrow turns into another empty today –
and the world turns –
year on year –
into another homeless today –
year on year –
into another penniless day –
year on year –
into another hungry today