“this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees & for the blue dreams of sky & for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.” ~ E.E. Cummings
One supposes something should be said
about these rows of earthen posts–
stones only in composition, stretching sandstone-yellow red
as far as wire strands will lead them, hosts
along some prairie pasture, or down deserted tractor lanes,
hunkered up against the snow and wind, lost
out in fields of swishing grain,
not rock or post to the untrained eye,
rather an innuendo of both; the plain
truth is how alone the sky
can set them off the best.
After a rain perhaps, their rich brown dye
infests the air around them as if to test
the theories of application. Whoever thought
that quarried limestone could bless
this flattened landscape, then wrought
stones from the earth and fought them–
each a squarish, irregular gem–into place . . .
his mark the winds have not erased.
Jeff Boyer
Jeff and I met last summer while I was doing a show here in Kansas City, and we had a great conversation about art, literature and the Kansas Flint Hills. Thank you Jeff for sharing your work with us – it is beautiful.
Have you seen post rocks? Are they used anywhere besides Kansas?
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“Nay, be a Columbus to whole new continents and worlds within you, opening new channels, not of trade, but of thought.” Henry David Thoreau
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You can probably imagine what the days leading up to a show look like.
Something like this:
or this:
And you can probably imagine what the days after a typical show look like.
But one of the glorious things about doing a hometown show is that the days immediately following (which we call the “show hangover”) look something like this:
But as of today I am back in the studio, the desk will be messy soon enough, and the muses will have to tough it out on their own. So if you need me you know where I will be.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” Emily Dickinson
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“The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us, cannot be anywhere but inside us, otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.” Ella Maillart
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”… “It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…” ― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
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Kyle and I crossed the Red River into my home state Tuesday night on our way to the Main Street Fort Worth Arts Festival. And though I haven’t lived here since I was a small child, and I often hear, “You don’t seem like a Texan” I was definitely raised as one – complete with the Texas flag flying in front of our house on holidays…in Missouri. So while I know instantly when I have crossed into the “Holy Land”, as my grandfather called Texas from the pulpit, for others it might not be so clear.
*signs may vary – there might be a few others
“Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!” ~ Sitting Bull
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© 2020 Chris Dahlquist