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Gallery Song

May 19, 2014 by Watt Childress Leave a Comment

 

Immanent Continuum by Allyn Cantor Pieced & assembled fabric (canvas, linen, cotton, corduroy)  stretched & primed, screen printed, dyed,  machine embroidery, collage.

Immanent Continuum
by Allyn Cantor
Pieced & assembled fabric (canvas, linen, cotton, corduroy) stretched & primed, screen printed, dyed, machine embroidery, collage.

 

Making a local living changed
after the days of furs and blubber.
Old gathering grounds were sold and leased.
Hunters became landlords and tourists.

She arrived in time to restock creation.
Imagination watches her build a
nest for totems and trinkets —
keepsakes to remember our journeys.

Look what can happen with ceramic,
wood, and sea-tumbled stones;
with pigments and sand;
with fabric, glass, metal, and sun-dried kelp.

With words, fledged
in holy conversation.

Let us know if we can help
like she showed us, being careful
with your coffee. Perhaps
we’ll be a bit zealous because
our artists would like a cup too.

You have a keen eye, traveler, for
that mixed media centers the exhibit.
Note the quiet store of family and visitors,
the torn garments, freed from small talk.

Put yourself into that whole expression.
Release our work-a-day weave.
We have an opening here, over the heart,
between what’s hidden and spent.

She would thank you,
honored customer, for keeping
village spirits in business.


– for Evelyn Georges

Filed Under: Art, Poetry, Spirit, ULE Tagged With: Cannon Beach, Evelyn Georges, White Bird Gallery

About Watt Childress

Watt owns Jupiter's Books in Cannon Beach, Oregon and he publishes the Upper Left Edge. He has written for HIPFiSH, The Daily Astorian, The North Coast Citizen, The Seaside Signal, The Oregonian, and The Vancouver Observer. Also Appalachian Magazine, The Kingsport Times-News, The Tennessean, The Third Eye, Farmazine, The Griot, and Presbyterian Survey. His lettered compulsion took a turn, thirty-some years ago, when he began sending odd columns to the Reverend Billy Lloyd Hults, former publisher of The Upper Left Edge. Watt lives on a tiny hill-farm perched beside the Nehalem Valley. There he and his kin care for dairy goats, chickens, ducks, dogs, newts and other critters.

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  • Watt Childress April 28, 2025 at 11:48 am on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltAlso, you inspired me to insert a sentence crediting Hoyt Axton with the song's genesis. Many thanks!
  • Watt Childress April 27, 2025 at 10:55 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltThank you kindly Jim for reading this and commenting. I enjoyed your review of "Sun House" by David James Duncan,
  • Jim Stewart April 27, 2025 at 8:26 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltNice! Hoyt Axton wrote the Jeremiah song and sang it with great gusto. Life wanders on and I'm still glad
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:51 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltDuring spring I think of you, and all the May Pole celebrations you've organized over the years. So grateful for
  • Watt Childress April 26, 2025 at 3:18 pm on Uncle Zech’s Amphibious GestaltIn my dreams I sing to the multitudes, with a voice as clear and sweet and churchy as Lou Reed.
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