Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Santa Fe Plaza Serendipity/Ronald Chee

We are celebrating my mother's, Cora Lee Phillips, 81st birthday in Santa Fe, New Mexico.  She and I had a grand adventure here over forty years ago when we attended an "Up With People" conference.  All I remember is that it was Christmas time, there was a foot of snow on the ground, the luminaria bags lining the streets, the heatless motel room we stayed in, sleeping in the same bed with my freezing feet under her legs - and peeling what seemed like thousands of shrimp in the basement of one of the stucco churches to feed the attendees.  Santa Fe was a quaint, tiny village at the time.  So much has changed, yet so much remains the same.  She remembered the Plaza where the people from various Indian Nations lined the sidewalk, huddled with their silver, turquoise, pots and blankets.  After a delicious champagne breakfast of huevos rancheros with green chile, we explored those same sidewalks.

At first approach, the image was similar to our past experiences, of old and young people from various tribes.  However,  much of the jewelry looked as though it may have been mass-produced in a factory somewhere far off and shipped in to be sold on the street at a percentage of sales to the vendor.

Regardless, we were thrilled to meet a wonderful painter named Ronald Chee.  His work honors his heritage and yet is original and modern.  I love his colors and approach.  I've included a link to his web-site for further exploration.

Monday, October 5, 2009

The Nuts and Bolts of Brother Mel

                               Brother Mel

I was on lunch break when I took a "quick" detour into The Arts Company in downtown Nashville.  I felt nurtured as I viewed the beautiful paintings, sculptures and mixed media.   I took the elevator to the second floor and entered a room containing six "bowls" of various sizes made of welded metal items like nuts, bolts, wrenches, hammer heads, meat hooks, spoons, forks, knives and tractor chains.   I stopped in my tracks and my pulse quickened when I saw "my" Brother Mel bowl.   I had to touch it.  I had to walk around it and watch the way the eastern light spilling in bounced off it's irregular surfaces.  I visualized how it would look with a round piece of glass on top of it sitting in front of my fireplace and saffron color sofa.   Now, I'm not a girl who spends lots of money on stuff.  But I knew this piece belonged with me.   And then when I found out that the artist was a Marianist monk and that all of his portion of the sale went to supporting his community,  I was further inspired.

I have since met Brother Mel numerous times, and am as inspired by his story and his spirit as much as I am by his work.  You can see more of his work at  www.theartscompany.com/brothermel

(c) copyright 2009 Pam Mark Hall

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Hot Pink Tire

Photo by Jerry Chamberlain

And then I saw it! A sculpture of about 50 bikes wired together and hanging in front an aluminum garage door next to the entrance of the Arcade. "Please, oh please go over there and take a picture of those bikes!" I pressed my boyfriend, Jerry, to follow my creative direction.  He crossed the street, stood in the bus lane, and risked life and limb to appease me by taking the shot with his cell phone.

His eye went straight to the hot pink tire!  Now that's an artist!

Copyright (c) 2009 Pam Mark Hall

Friday, October 2, 2009

I'll Have Nun of That!

I did a triple take! I spied a luminous vision while I waited for the light to change. Sitting there in front of Maggie Moo's enjoying ice cream on a gorgeous fall afternoon, were four elegant, laughing nuns with their white robes and white/black lined habits flapping in a gentle breeze. Pleasure, it was pure pleasure I tell you! That is what I saw vaporizing from this joyous party! They were taking pleasure in each other's company, pleasure in the glorious day, pleasure in their rich decadent ice cream cones, and pleasure in feeling the pleasure (ok I'm projecting) of their creator taking pleasure in them taking pleasure! Kinda like that rain - ocean - evaporation - rain - ocean continuum.

It looked like pure pleasure to me, and I'll have nun of that!

Copyright (c) 2009 Pam Mark Hall

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

An Old Woman Plays Slide Guitar w/ Light Bulb

This old woman inspires me. If she can play slide guitar with a light bulb on a street corner in front of a dumpster in Belarus, I have no legitimate excuses for not exercising my talents.

Oh, like everyone else, I have reasons for why I haven't done more with my talents. Why I haven't written and recorded more songs. Why I haven't written that book. Why I haven't created that film score. The list goes on. The truth is my lack of creative productivity is due more to my own lack of discipline than to circumstances. Now, I'm off to practice!