First Federal Gallery at the Visual Arts Center was standing room only last Thursday night as the winners in the National Art Exhibition were announced. The winners had been told the week before that their works had been awarded a prize, but they had not been informed exactly what that prize was. With 16 prizes in all, carrying cash awards ranging from $100 for a Judge's Recognition Award to $2000 for Best of Show, the artists were particularly eager to find out the results. It was a fun night, with lots of "oohs" and "aahs" from the audience as pictures of the winning works were flashed onto the big screen.
"Her Favorite Hat" by Hodges Soileau |
"Hesitant" by Dominic Avant |
"The Turban" by Sharon Hutson |
I will end the way the evening started. The Visual Arts Center is keen to promote the ways that various art forms work in tandem. Dorothy Brooks is a local poet whose work includes the book "A Fine Dusting of Brightness." We asked Dorothy if she would pen a poem after she viewed the show. Her reading of "Other Voices" kicked off the reception. I'm sure that you will enjoy it as much as we did.
(Overheard at opening: “I imagine
every painting
has a story.”)
OTHER VOICES by Dorothy Brooks
Come.
Enter the deep, deep silence
of this
space. Be still. Listen.
You who
spend your days
in
shadow, unable to truly see
a rose or
morning dew, who hear
always the
noise outside: televisions,
cell
phones, the constant chatter—
step
into this silence
around
the edges of the picture frames.
Let it
surround you. Dwell in it.
Soon you
will begin to hear
other
voices calling to you:
The
solitary artist in her studio,
the
painter in his loft,
they are
speaking, oh, so quietly.
Can you
hear a whisper,
a cry,
perhaps a song?
They are
speaking, not in words
but in
color, in line, in texture.
Speaking
of love and loss,
of
loneliness, of joy. Giving you
waves
breaking on rocks,
a path
through the woods,
water
lilies. Saying,
come out
of the shadow.
Come
into the silence.
The
artist is speaking:
Here is your world.
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