Chatham County, North Carolina is a lovely rural environment, just perfect for artists to create and show their work. Chatham's visual and performing artists offer unique authentic creations, just minutes from the Triangle, Triad and Southern Pines communities. Come experience our creativity! *Copyright of Forrest C. Greenslade, PhD
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
Mr. Squirrel's Odyessy
In early December, I received an email from Enid, a pretty, sweet and smart young woman that I knew in college. We had not been in contact for over 50 years. She now lives in the Boston area. She was interested in adding a sculptural element to her garden, and had read about my late in life art carreer in the college alumni newsletter.
We communicated by email and phone to discuss what kind of sculpture she would like. Finally, she decided that a squirrel would best reflect the "wildlife" that inhabited her urban garden.
I began by searching the internet for some photos of squirrels, and then I fashioned an armature from recycled plastic bags and chicken wire.
I then mixed up my special mixture of cement, peat moss, acrylic fortifier and water to make a clay-like material. I modeled the resulting concrete onto the armature. I made bright eyes from commercially available glass "blobs". Enid
wanted her squirrel to be able to "nibble' on things in her garden, so I fashioned his hands to hold small flowers, nuts, seeds and other natural elements.
After a few days of curing, I applied several layers of a bronze pigment containing acrylic over the sculpture.
I tarnished the surface with an acid containing stain. The finished sculpture needed about three weeks to completely
cure before it could be out in the cold winter weather. Here is Mr. Squirrel enjoying a lovely North Carolina February day with Stanley and me.
We now had the challenge of getting him to Massachusetts. Luckily, Enid has a good friend who spends some of the winter near Chapel Hill. Audrey agreed to come to my studio in Fearrington Village to start Mr. Squirrel on his trip home. Here she is with with her special passenger. I wrapped him up like a mummy to protect him in Audrey's trunk.
Mr Squirrel spent the rest of the New England winter in Audrey's care. When the weather finally turned warmer, Enid took him home. Here she is after transferring Mr. Squirrel's mummy to her car.
Finally, Enid and a gardening friend installed Mr. Squirrel in her back yard garden, where he will be very busy entertaining her friends and family.
He looks very happy doesn't he.
We communicated by email and phone to discuss what kind of sculpture she would like. Finally, she decided that a squirrel would best reflect the "wildlife" that inhabited her urban garden.
I began by searching the internet for some photos of squirrels, and then I fashioned an armature from recycled plastic bags and chicken wire.
I then mixed up my special mixture of cement, peat moss, acrylic fortifier and water to make a clay-like material. I modeled the resulting concrete onto the armature. I made bright eyes from commercially available glass "blobs". Enid
wanted her squirrel to be able to "nibble' on things in her garden, so I fashioned his hands to hold small flowers, nuts, seeds and other natural elements.
After a few days of curing, I applied several layers of a bronze pigment containing acrylic over the sculpture.
I tarnished the surface with an acid containing stain. The finished sculpture needed about three weeks to completely
cure before it could be out in the cold winter weather. Here is Mr. Squirrel enjoying a lovely North Carolina February day with Stanley and me.
We now had the challenge of getting him to Massachusetts. Luckily, Enid has a good friend who spends some of the winter near Chapel Hill. Audrey agreed to come to my studio in Fearrington Village to start Mr. Squirrel on his trip home. Here she is with with her special passenger. I wrapped him up like a mummy to protect him in Audrey's trunk.
Mr Squirrel spent the rest of the New England winter in Audrey's care. When the weather finally turned warmer, Enid took him home. Here she is after transferring Mr. Squirrel's mummy to her car.
Finally, Enid and a gardening friend installed Mr. Squirrel in her back yard garden, where he will be very busy entertaining her friends and family.
He looks very happy doesn't he.
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Stanley's art appreciation Andy Goldsworthy
The Chatham Artists Guild is having a picnic today at Jordan Lake. We will make an Andy Goldsworthy style ephemeral sculpture.In honor of the event, Stanley has inserted himself in one of Andy's assemblages.
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Stanley's art appreciation Kate Ladd
Good friend and well known Chatham artist Kate Ladd has just completed another of her popular "sofa" paintings. Stanley approves.
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Stanley's art appreciation Collette Pope Heldner
Collette Pope Heldner is one of my favorite artists. When I was at Tulane, I
spent a lot of time in the swamps and bayous. She was an important painter
there, specializing in French Quarter and bayou scenes. We could not afford one
then and we certainly can’t afford one now. I have done several of my own
remembrances of the bayous as homages to her. Here Stanley has inserted himself
into one of Heldner’s and one of mine.
Heldner |
Me |
Sunday, May 14, 2017
Saturday, May 13, 2017
Friday, May 12, 2017
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Monday, May 8, 2017
Things that God doesn't even notice
Athletes
crossing themselves
before taking their foul shots or
attempting field goals tricky dives fancy twirls
hail Mary passes heavy lifts gallant saves Lottery tickets
rolling dice card cuts sprinting ponies point spread game scores
Math test scores IQs class rankings SATs performance evaluations
community standings annual incomes Dow Jones Industrial Average Gross
Domestic Product globalization angst Cholesterol ratios bad hair days common
colds seasonal allergies influenza epidemics chronic emphysema terminal cancer
myocardial infarction sudden death infant mortality School yard killings heroin
overdoses drive by shootings racial conflict ethnic cleansing Abusing priests
disintegrating families corrupt politicians collapsing infrastructure WMD
shock and awe Tsunamis hurricanes earth quakes draughts wild fires
global warming radioactive waste famine species loss Dead Jews
Armenians Cambodians Serbians Croatians Rwandans
Darfurians Iraqis Evangelists profits jihadists
popes Sermons scriptures epiphanies
revelations fatwas
Prayers
crossing themselves
before taking their foul shots or
attempting field goals tricky dives fancy twirls
hail Mary passes heavy lifts gallant saves Lottery tickets
rolling dice card cuts sprinting ponies point spread game scores
Math test scores IQs class rankings SATs performance evaluations
community standings annual incomes Dow Jones Industrial Average Gross
Domestic Product globalization angst Cholesterol ratios bad hair days common
colds seasonal allergies influenza epidemics chronic emphysema terminal cancer
myocardial infarction sudden death infant mortality School yard killings heroin
overdoses drive by shootings racial conflict ethnic cleansing Abusing priests
disintegrating families corrupt politicians collapsing infrastructure WMD
shock and awe Tsunamis hurricanes earth quakes draughts wild fires
global warming radioactive waste famine species loss Dead Jews
Armenians Cambodians Serbians Croatians Rwandans
Darfurians Iraqis Evangelists profits jihadists
popes Sermons scriptures epiphanies
revelations fatwas
Prayers
Sunday, May 7, 2017
Now -- the cosmos and me
Bang,
energy
infinitely
expanding, particles
or waves, it’s not certain,
voided a black nothing. Lusting
attraction forced elemental marriage, molecular
gathering. Gaseous worlds, clotting, exploding, flaming,
captured lesser spheres spinning in their influence. On one such
orb, cooling in its unique place, condensing gasses rained upon the surface,
conjuring ever increasing complexity. In this water world, solid masses drifted. In
the ooze, creating itself in its own image, the helical first, base pairs zippered, directed
invisible architecture. Tiny spheres begat tiny spheres, begat spheres of spheres, begat tubes
of spheres, begat tubes within tubes, begat swimmers, crawlers, flyers, runners, climbers. Tooth
and claw, the fittest, fastest, hungriest, sexiest and brainiest prevailed. They were fruitful and filled the orb and subdued it, and had dominion over the swimmers and over the flyers and
over every living thing that moved. Honoring various gods or various one gods, they
slaughtered the unbelievers, built monuments to various gods or to various one
gods, or to themselves. And unto themselves, they erected great cities,
devised great technologies, diversified great cultures. They
painted on cave walls, printed on papyrus, cast
in stone, iron, bronze and cathode, sent
texts bursts of ones and twos,
all this so I can utter
these words
to you,
now.
Read this book
energy
infinitely
expanding, particles
or waves, it’s not certain,
voided a black nothing. Lusting
attraction forced elemental marriage, molecular
gathering. Gaseous worlds, clotting, exploding, flaming,
captured lesser spheres spinning in their influence. On one such
orb, cooling in its unique place, condensing gasses rained upon the surface,
conjuring ever increasing complexity. In this water world, solid masses drifted. In
the ooze, creating itself in its own image, the helical first, base pairs zippered, directed
invisible architecture. Tiny spheres begat tiny spheres, begat spheres of spheres, begat tubes
of spheres, begat tubes within tubes, begat swimmers, crawlers, flyers, runners, climbers. Tooth
and claw, the fittest, fastest, hungriest, sexiest and brainiest prevailed. They were fruitful and filled the orb and subdued it, and had dominion over the swimmers and over the flyers and
over every living thing that moved. Honoring various gods or various one gods, they
slaughtered the unbelievers, built monuments to various gods or to various one
gods, or to themselves. And unto themselves, they erected great cities,
devised great technologies, diversified great cultures. They
painted on cave walls, printed on papyrus, cast
in stone, iron, bronze and cathode, sent
texts bursts of ones and twos,
all this so I can utter
these words
to you,
now.
Read this book
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Monday, May 1, 2017
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