A lovely idea was offered up at the New Year by my Facebook friend and artist Melanie Park. She invited 5 people to accept a handmade gift from her, the only expectation, that they in turn invite 5 people to receive the same from them (and so on) and they had one year to attend to this business. Well my patient darlings…finally! I have made good on that promise! (Procrastinate much? Who? Me?) I am not a terribly crafty sort, Pinterest mercilessly pokes at that sensitivity daily, but I was drawn to attempt these birds nest necklaces as mistakes might even improve them! I hope my recipients enjoy these handcrafted baubles. And I finally opened the gift from Melanie today (I didn’t feel right enjoying it until I had made good on my end) and it’s a colorful and delightful painting. Thank you Melanie for the gift of art and inspiration! I hope this tradition continues far and wide!
At the IMAGO Gallery
36 Market Street, Warren, RI
On View Friday, October 18 – Saturday, November 9 | 2013
Artist Reception October 25 | 2013
Selected works by:
Eileen McCarney Muldoon
Paul M. Murray
This year’s Juror is Victoria Crayhon. Crayhon is a Rhode Island photographer and Associate Professor of Photography at the College of Visual and Performing Arts at the University of Massachusetts at Dartmouth, where she has taught since 2000.
My beautiful daughter Charlotte turns 9 today! She is just exquisite. She is my heart.
The heart is truly an amazing thing. The recently passed jazz icon Dave Brubeck once said, “One of the reasons I believe in jazz is that the oneness of man can come through the rhythm of your heart. It’s the same anyplace in the world, that heartbeat. It’s the first thing you hear when you’re born — or before you’re born — and it’s the last thing you hear.” Indeed at 91, he died, poetically, of heart failure. The first rhythm we hear is our mother’s heart drumming into our forming consciousness and the last, our own thumping its final notes of Taps before we take leave.
I remember watching that first little blip flicker on the screen when my babies were 6 weeks old in my womb. That flicker later becoming an audible gallop under the wand and jelly being traced across my swelling belly. Finally, it was a throb I could feel under my palm as I rubbed lavender lotion on their rosy, post-bath skin. Their heartbeats like a poem from the very start, a declaration, YES! to this life.
I am in awe at how the heart can weather so many insults and injuries and yet continue to expand. I have felt that tightening in my chest, that stony ache, and struggle to breathe when my heart has been broken. I have my own collection of bitterly painful childhood lacerations, have endured the loss of babies whose faces and souls I never was allowed to behold, and have experienced my share of disappointments in love. My heart has felt weary and raw and yet, at the sight of the sun melting in the sky, or buckets of brown-paper wrapped tulip bouquets at the grocery store, or at the touch of sweetly soft lips grazing my cheek, it blossoms once more. Each time it thrives, I believe it becomes more magnificent and spacious and capable of loving more, and with hope, able to love all.
Rilke wrote, “Our hearts transcend us.”
Yes please to that.
I’m very excited for our opening reception 6-8 pm this Thursday, December 6th at the Zullo Gallery showcasing SNAC photography, sculpture, painting, mixed-media, wood-burning….YIPEEEE!