He honored me by writing a poem for my June exhibit Alchemy.
Abandoned
by someone’s hands
(they too forgotten)
at camp or kill site—
along Denali railroad tracks—
near worn-out mines or
in some Fairbanks junk
dealer’s dusty corner
heaped or boxed—
Artifacts
once lifted into
a fleeting fingered
consciousness
through use or misuse
(A hammer’s glancing
blow? Miscalculated
blind and brutish
anger at Necessity?)
then pitched
carelessly into
a cycle of neglect
until curiosity
resurrects them
into swirling geometries
of color—
Alchemy
Raymond Komar
Bamberg, Germany
May 23, 2012
Such beautiful words for your beautiful creations.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing.
Fitting. :)
ReplyDeleteWow! Lovely words, Dad!! AND beautiful art, Sistah! True facelifts without needles, pinching, squeezing, pulling, sewing...what a star you are!
ReplyDeleteLove the prose!
ReplyDeleteLove your creations!
"Art does not stop in a frame." -Lucy Lippard
Hi Amy. Nice poem from your Dad. I've been reading your blog for a while and I was wondering if you had an antler for sale and what kind of price it would be. I live in BC so not so far from you. Love your work and am looking to minimally furnish a small artists' workshop space in my old house.
ReplyDeleteHi Alya. Thanks for reading and leaving a comment!
DeleteCurrently the antlers sold out in the show - - but I'm working on getting my hands on more sheds. Send me an email with your contact info and we'll figure something out. Pricing depends on shed and intricacies of design : )