Intervention is contemporary name of the game! Ruth, at 85 no less, is a force of nature and did me and my haptics well.
Thanks, Barry, for giving her one more surprise in her life!
Stephen
--- On Sat, 6/6/09, Barry Alpert <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
From: Barry Alpert <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Snap - Vincen
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Date: Saturday, June 6, 2009, 2:38 PM
Ruth Braunstein unexpectedly turned up at this opening last night at the Katzen Museum,
American University. I mentioned your name to her--imagine the reaction.
Robert Hudson and Richard Shaw: Collaborations
June 6–August 9
This exhibition brings together over 60 collaborative and individual sculptural works that
span the over 40-year careers of Robert Hudson and Richard Shaw. Highlighting the
unique and inventive partnership of these renowned Bay area artists, Collaborations
features works in porcelain and glaze that continue to challenge our perceptions of art
and craft and the conventional modes of artistic production. The exhibition has been made
possible through the support of Braunstein/Quay Gallery, San Francisco, CA.
Barry Alpert
On Thu, 4 Jun 2009 12:21:03 -0700, Stephen Vincent <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>He is there and not there. He is here. He is away.
>He stands in front of a mirror. It is his marriage day.
>Black suit, white shirt, no visible tie.
>He practices positioning a large white flower
>Directly over his heart. There is a perfect way
>And an “almost “ perfect way. He is in quest of the perfect.
>Marriage, he says, will be won if the flower is in the middle.
>I will no longer be one, but more than one. I will be greater
>Than less. My heart will be a shower in the middle of light.
>
>*
>He sits on the edge of the great river. He is still not either young
>Nor old nor even in between. A child’s voice is calling him home.
>Home to his family. Home to his mother. No, he says, I am not.
>I am not coming home. My heart, my life is with the calling of the poem.
>Like this large river it has taken me away. I am going and going.
>I will sit. I will listen. I will be gathered and take what gathers me.
>Never ever can I go back.
>*
>There is a darkness on the horizon. He, you and I each know that darkness.
>It has a simple message. Each of us will die. Each of us has a choice.
>We can die quite minute, no different than a small pebble, invisible
>Under a stone. Or, we can take the larger route, the largest opening. We can
>Embrace that which is infinite within us and beyond us. We will accept
>What is not ours, but totally ours. We will be larger than ever, yet so small
>As to be no longer visible. We will be but a dot of light within the largest light.
>If there is a voice it will be the “hum “ that precedes “the humâ€�; the â
€œvowelâ€�
>that precedes “the vowel�. The challenge is to bow calmly before everything.
>The challenge is to bow down before the darkness.
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