Peace
Love Music... In honor of the umpteenth anniversary of
the Woodstock Festival, well, Bethel anyway, the harmonious vibrations
of TAU chimes in with this month's exhibitionistic display of
colorful conundrums. If
not, then grok my wavelength and be on the same page with me as I
paddle my dugout up the great grey greasy Limpopo river all set about
with fever trees. Just
seeing if you are listening.
Peace Love Music... a trillium of tantalizing tinctures
to tickle your macular timpani. Eyeball eardrum, that is. Just
seeing if you are listening.
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Listen
to the colors in you mind. Crank up the axle jack. We'll get
there yet. Transportation or transformation, who cares?
Go see Taking Woodstock... it's a vivid impression of what the
experience was like, except you don't have to eat soggy potato
chips out of a garbage can like I did.
Thanks
to Teresa Brun Ancel for "Love Bus"
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Here's
one by Sadie Burzan that will really sink its "Teeth"
into you. Squint hard and you can almost hear the yodel.
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I
lived in "Grand Gorge" about 30 years ago. The trees
have gotten bigger since then. Michael Bishop somehow captured
the three dimensional aspect of hills alive with the sound of
music.
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Ann
Byer connects the Haight Ashbury motif with some old fashioned
bric-a-Braque... in "Old Violins Never Die, They Just Go
To Peaces."
Ban
the Bomb and the Bra! Roll over, Beethoven.
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Verna
D'Alto hits the high note in her mixed media "Sky Dance."
Tower
to Verna: cleared for landing!
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This
ingenious miniature drive-in theater is all Elvis all the time.
Lesley Geertsma and the king had the whole place to themselves
during "My Night With Elvis."
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"Orange
Still Life" is a three ring citrus of tangy. How about
a round of applause for Alexis Lynch and the vitamin see?
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Marlene
B's "Coney In Saugerties" proves that gas pumps resemble
slot machines in more ways than one.
Woodstock
in Saugerties proves that everybody has to be someplace.
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Sometimes
ya gotta take a second look. As you walk past Antonio Perez
Melero's "American Flag - Mt. Rushmore" the skillfully
constructed op art changes before your eyes.
Look closer and see Cary Grant hanging off the noes.
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I
remember the old Museum of Natural History. Rick Pantell
does, too. This solo room artist takes chiaroscuro to a new
level. If you dip a fragment of " Not of This Time"
into growth serum, it will grow into a Wooly Mammoth.
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Karen
Whitman shares the solo room. Her meticulous multicolor prints
make Brooklyn shine.
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You
have to hand it to Judith Singer. The skeketon's hand is geared
up and you can learn palmistry along with hand signing language.
On the left, "Time Haunts Me" and on the right, "Your
Fate is in Your Hands."
On
the other hand...
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Frank
Smyth illustrates the fireworks inherent in a "Cactus".
Nature
doesn't waste a good design.
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I
(Dave Channon) toot my own horn in "Coney Atlantis".
Music is in the guitar, love in the lady, and peace be with
you brothers and sisters.
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Join
us at the next opening of The Arts Upstairs in Phoenicia, . It's
always the third saturday of the month. Back to
Art Safari |