Archive for February, 2009

Aboard the SS Vulcania with Soul FooD Cafe

February 10, 2009

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The chocolate was just an excuse, you know. To get you there, to the Arts Center. They hold a Chocolate Festival fundraiser every year, the Sunday before Valentine’s Day. You bring your loved one and you can have all the chocolate goodies you can eat, lovingly made by friends of the Arts Center. This year, if you brought a canned good for the local food pantry, admission was half price.

I go every year and always take family and friends. This year, it was a thrill to hear my teen-aged niece and nephew discuss the merits of various paintings, the artist’s use of light, the colors used for the skies. Art worked its quiet magic – a crabby, stress-worn father calmed down, started speaking more softly, joking, after we chatted with one of the volunteers about our crafts, me, my dichroic glass jewelry making and him his hand-lathed wood pens.

So then they asked me if I showed my work at Art EAST, the local annual studio tour. “Oh, no, I’m not a real artist. I can’t paint or draw. My degree is in English, not art. I just started playing with glass a few years ago,” I argued. “But that pendant you made that you’re wearing, that’s beautiful. And so are those earrings. Did you make them too?” “Yes, and the ones my sister-in-law is wearing, too.”

“ArtEAST is for beginners to get exposure. Why don’t you give them a call?” I’m honored to be asked, but do I dare show the necklaces Cordelia makes at a real art show? What do you think? I have enough to do a show – I have hanging at home what I call “the great wall of jewelry” – beaded necklaces and dichroic pendants and earrings galore – the question is do I have the nerve to believe in my own work?

What do you think?

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How I keep Cordelia out of trouble…

While it’s known that Cordy can get into mischief, if I want to keep her busy, I just supply her with beads and some of the dichroic fused glass pendants I make & she creates these….As long as she’s playing with beads, your Tim Tams are safe!

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Seeds of Glass

Before leaving the island of the temple people, Enchanteur whispered we should participate in the Seed Sharing Rites, to further our creative fertility and fecundity.  These ideas were planted, and began to grow…

Below is a “before” and “after” set of photos.  On the left, bits of broken glass, known as “frit”.  On the right, the beautiful, flamboyant result of the heat of creativity…The glassworker begins with a gather of hot white Moretti glass, applies more heat and clear glass to encase it with a transparent coating,  then rolls the still-hot form in mixed colored frit: voila, a Murano-like beauty is born!

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(photo from www.glassdiversions.com)

At Soul Food Cafe, we collect, mix, and stir up words and thoughts, apply the white heat of the creativity, and produce beautiful new works, shining with cathedral-like color and vibrance. 

“Go into your studio and make something!” the saying goes.  In Lemuria, your studio is found in your heart and soul – so go deep within, find the light within your spirit, and let it shine out, using your chosen medium – glasswork, writing, music, photography, painting, or nurturing life itself! 

Each day is a new canvas for an artist of the heart!

(c) 2009 – Kerry Vincent

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Inner Circle – An Offering to the Dream Masters

    I Like this quote I dislike this quote“The longest journey of any person is the journey inward”

 Dag Hammarskjold quote

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May I find on my long journey inward –

winding my ways along the inner labyrinth –

balance

wholeness

peace

connectedness.

May I find love of self and love of others –

not because I deserve it,

nor because I prayed so hard,

or performed the rituals the right way,

or believed so strongly and so sincerely…

A gift of grace I ask, o please –

I don’t know what else to do,

or who to ask –

in return

I will plant a prayer flag of hope

in the hard clay of my heart.

I will try to love my neighbor each day,

even when they refuse to use their turn signals.

O Trickster God may it amuse you to impart this gift

I dream of receiving, I dream of sharing,

that sacred gift most overlooked,

an ordinary day –

I offer this my prayer

to the dark echoing void.

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Why a walnut? Revisited

My mind is a strange place and I should not go there alone…when I thought of “Why a (wal)nut?” the other day, it reminded me of this scene from the Marx Brothers’ movie, Cocoanuts. I copied it below for your reading pleasure – it still makes me smile every time I read this! (Of course I’m a simple soul….Kezza)

As some of you know, I have “a thing” for rubber ducks as well…

Why a duck?Hammer [Groucho Marx]: … Now here is a little peninsula, and here is a viaduct leading over to the mainland.

 

Chico [Chico Marx]: Why a duck?

Hammer: I’m all right. How are you? I say here is a little peninsula, and here’s a viaduct leading over to the mainland.

Chico: All right. Why a duck?

Hammer: I’m not playing Ask-Me-Another. I say, that’s a viaduct.

Chico: All right. Why a duck? Why a– why a duck? Why-a-no-chicken?

Hammer: Well, I don’t know why-a-no-chicken. I’m a stranger here myself. All I know is that it’s a viaduct. You try to cross over there on a chicken, and you’ll find out why a duck.

Chico: I no go someplace, I just–

Hammer: It’s deep water, that’s why a duck. It’s deep water.

Chico: That’s-why-a-duck.

Hammer: Look, rube. Suppose you were out horseback riding and you came to that stream and wanted to ford over there, you couldn’t make it. It’s too deep.

Chico: But what do you want with a Ford when you got a horse?

Hammer: Well, I’m sorry the matter ever came up. All I know is that it’s a viaduct.

Chico: Now look … all righta … I catcha on to why a horse, why a chicken, why a this, why a that. I no catch on to why a duck.

Hammer: Well, I was only fooling. I was only fooling. They’re going to build a tunnel in the morning. Now, is that clear to you?

Chico: Yes, everything excepta why a duck.

–The Cocoanuts

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more nuts, anyone?

www.walnuts.org/pdfs/WalnutIndustryFactSheet.pdf

Click the link to learn more about walnuts, which lower cholesterol, have been around for thousands of years, have roots that grow 10 feet deep, have beautiful, deep burled texture, and were a favored food of Roman emperors.  Funny, this fact sheet doesn’t mention the “beam me on board, Scotty” feature – maybe that’s only for the Vulcanian variety of walnuts…

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What Does It All Mean?

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like an answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of the affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.—

John Gardner

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orchid – Missouri Botanical Garden photo

Sipping sweet nectar

tracing soft spots with fingertips

peering in the pulpit

at this petal-sized universe

by Kerry Vincent (2009)

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why a walnut?

All is working according to plan – my fellow passengers are so worried about me nabbing their Tim Tams they have no idea what I am really after is ideas for my stories…

Now just why would Enchanter give everyone a walnut? Except for the obvious joke you have to be nutty to cruise with this bunch…it reminds me of one of my favorite quotes:

Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn’t do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.
Florida Scott-Maxwell

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