Showing posts with label Inlandia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inlandia. Show all posts

Saturday, July 14, 2018

I Have a Lovely Problem

The Blues

The Riverside Community Art Association Gallery in Riverside, California is hosting a show, to be called Writers Who Art, Artists Who Write. If you are someone like me who writes and who goes visual by photo, this makes an opportunity to let one modality speak to the other. The projects are to be in the form of a diptych of 11 x 14 boards with the work arrayed on them. Lisa Henry, one of the organizers and the one who so graciously invited me to participate, agreed that thinking of the whole as a multi-media chapbook was a useful conceptualization.

At first I thought of the photos mainly as illustrations of the poems. Then I realized that the poems could be expansions of the photos. I have occasionally been asked to contribute photos to accompany pieces of other people's writing, and I have thought of it as showing a mood. The whole process makes it clear to me that I am, fundamentally, expressively more verbal than visual. Still, I wanted the entire diptych to make the viewer look from one thing to another, and to find that one thing commented on the others. A completely different way of thinking and proceeding and making choices for me, and I really appreciated it. The diptychs will be coming home at the end of next week, and I'll try to take decent photos of them and post them here.


Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Excellent party favors R us



Sunday 7 February 2016 I was a featured reader at a new poetry series, sponsored by Inlandia and held at Canyon Crest Winery in Riverside, California. To do us honor, or just to be really nice, the winery printed up souvenir labels and bestowed this bottle of pinot noir on me. RL Stevenson said that wine is bottled poetry, but I didn't expect to be the varietal. Thanks, Cati Porter, Judy Kronenberg, Lisa Henry, and Mark who sold the books. A pertinent poem from Napa Writers Conference last summer:


Wine is bottled poetry
–Robert Lous Stevenson

Hah says the poet
Sour grapes says the vintner