While we pause till spring, we are contemplating our offerings for the summer, including a Poets Letterpress broadside session.
Shop Talk Sessions
Join current resident and experimental musician, Gahlord Dewald, a stand up bassist, here from Hawaii, for a Shop Talk Session, and talk improv music, its challenges as a musician and what’s new and current.
Saturday September 24, 11:05am – 1 pm on the lawn (weather permitting) of the 32M Center, beside the Ashuelot River.
Contact us to reserve time with Gahlord: https://32mcenter.org/artwork-residency/
Free for musicians; reservations needed one day in advance.
(Meanwhile, Meg, being a long distance vision holder of 32M, visits the Columbia Museum of Art in SC to catch the end of an M. C. Escher exhibit…)
I caught wind of a passing opportunity — a door about to close on a chance to see artwork made by otherworldly skill. It was the last day of the M.C. Escher exhibit, so I hopped right in my car and made the trek. I wasn’t sure how I would feel seeing these works, as they had only ever been images of images relayed to me, thrice removed from their origin. But their essence rang through time and space regardless and I knew I would feel something. And I was right.
At first I wondered how everyone around me wasn’t exclaiming out loud at these pieces! Somehow they happened to be right in front of us. Inches from our faces. It felt like it could be a fluke that we were standing there so close to them. Felt like they were artifacts from another planet; treasure from another world. Their forms so unfathomable you could hardly see the line where they went from drawing, born of someone’s hand, to an immaculate and grand image. Something else entirely. A portal. It was one of those days where each moment felt touched, fated. I could feel the presence of these works settling deep inside me somewhere… ancient gears turning, something unlocking in the depths.
“I am myself: a light. In me you find your fate. So be not blind to the truth shining from my glow.” — Candle Flame, from XXIV Emblemata, 1931 woodcut, M.C. Escher
We all have a unique expression… the possibility of this same force to flow through us — the ability to translate from our own inner world to this one. To be a bridge. Some might still be looking for the key, some might have their door flung wide open.
During this summer of beginnings and renovations, I’ve begun a new series called, at this point, “being there” which comes from a scene in a dream. It mirrors the working out of a frustratingly hampered and deeply blocked sense of self— the state of feeling the weight of one’s past and being blindfolded about the future…