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Red Door

Red Door

The past few days have been rather dreary weather wise. Rain off and on for the past three days was badly needed but makes for soggy newspapers, splashy driving, and a craving for hot tea, good book, and comfy armchair. My garden was smiling, though, and I picked another good sized bag of okra and a huge zucchini.

 

Last night was art night. Lamar University Art Department faculty show-case some of their work each fall as a way to start off the school year. Students are expected to attend and usually two or three of the faculty discuss their work. Keith Carter, photographer, had some wonderful new pieces combining the views of his retina with Hubble space photos. I never liked doing retinal examinations—it felt too close to looking at someone’s soul—and these were personal but universal. I think it is some of his best work.

 

Kurt Dyrhaug, sculptor, had some exquisitely finished imaginative and playful ‘tractor fins’. As a Midwestern farm girl, tractors were part of every-day life—and his pieces—he’s also a Midwesterner—are fun and reminiscent of those tractors. One piece has a tractor seat mounted on it. They have wheels—and are more like gliders but with finely fitted wood slats, sanded and finished to rival a fine wooden floor.

 

Butch Jack, sculptor, continues his work with rigidized foam. This is the stuff in a can that you get to fill in holes—he has found a way to make it black and rigid. The final pieces look like they are metal and very heavy—but they are very light.

 

Jamie Koessel had a series of tiny framed pieces using his signature stick figures reminiscent of Klee’s Twittering Birds and colored pencils. His work is always playful and imaginative—and I picture his studio as filled with light and Captain Kangaroo playing in the background. I was the only one chuckling as I moved down the row of his work; the students following me were all ‘SERIOUS ARTISTS’ in training.

 

I spoke with the head of the department briefly about critique sessions. That is what I miss most from my classroom days—and the energy from many different art-forms. She said you needed to get it where you could. Still—I long for that interaction.

 

I didn’t think to bring in my camera for photos but it was wall to wall people.

 

The Beaumont Art league also had an opening which I attended mostly because the train blocked the road to my house. That also was jam-packed with people—a surprise because it was football game night—the first of the season.

 

It was an interesting night.

 

And now, I’m going to find a recipe for zucchini bread.

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