Witnessed it with my own eyes: A person sitting naked in a dry bathtub, washing dishes in a smaller plastic tub. Interesting...

New creations on my Lucah blog: www.lucahdesigns.blogspot.com

PARCHED

We sweat.
You say,
It’ll be fun to round the canyon
separately & wave at one another from
either side so we set off from touching to inches apart then
repelling onto divergent paths
You grow
smaller the further we go

Abhorring empty space, the driest wind blows
in like an airborne rag & sops
all moisture locked up in
bottomless clouds

Muffled moans from your matted
lips speaks for you under the painted
sky. The less you say, the more
I hear how deep the chasm goes

You stand a desert monolith-
the ledge on my side straining forth to
meet again the ledge on yours yet stretching
stones can never breach the gulf
fixed between, carved by rushing
waters

My echoed words ring out, ring
out to riddle the fog in the valley below where,
lost in distance, they fade.
Even with the hollow mile between you
read my thoughts if not my lips they
clinch tightly to your walking stick and
travel onward

My hope like tumbled boulders pierces the
membrane of cliff & air, plummets, plunges,
falls to the base of the gap exploding into
red-earth fragments to litter the canyon floor with
shrapnel prayers. Empty clouds descend to mingle with uprising
dust of clay eating you, your silhouette, devouring
the ghost of you obscured & swallowed whole

I thirst.
The last lonely drop from my little canteen burrows
into the tip of my tongue and I step-by-step
continue my trudge beneath the baking sun thinking
many thoughts which all end in the truth-
I’ll need more water soon

PURPLE [the sequel]

Purple
the color of bruises
inflicted with intention
or without
pulses with heat
at the onset

But purple melts away
with time
fades to green around the edges
Healing feathers out.
yellow creeps in-
distills
into lovely
scars

Raised memories of
the purple
that once burned
so brightly
signaling
unexpected trauma
at the impact site.

Ground zero for:
chances taken,
risk calculated as worthy,
pain deemed worth receiving,
wounds welcomed into a life
Regardless
of how much
they might hurt
in the end

Purple’s flipping over
into other form
bookend expressions
Yin & Yang
balancing out the red
& the blue
in between

The two that eased
quite close
but could never
completely
disappear

The dash between
two purples
as something:
recorded in journals,
documented in photos
transcribed
on
blank paper

Details growing fuzzy
like the border
of a bruise
the farther they
venture out
from the center
of
the wound

To toss a glance back
over a shoulder
wince, cry, remember-
long for, smile, cringe-
savor, revisit, miss-
cherish

Like long-lost bruises
painted over
with
virgin skin

CORNERS

Do you only feel the closeness of me-
to me-
when I’m there to touch,
be touched?
When I leave-
turn a corner-
do I vanish, disappear
from you
altogether?

Do your thoughts wander off
to things we’ve done-
things we’ll do?
Are there ruts in your memory-
a trail of where I’ve trod-
that you return to time & again
to walk in,
to remember-
me
when I’m miles afar & away?

Do you think of:
my feel,
my sound,
my smell,
my taste?

Does a slideshow play when you close your eyes?
Recounting scenes of two characters
sharing
a common set?
Or does the screen go blank & fade to black?
Does the seat fold up behind you?
As you leave the theatre half forgetting:
most of what you saw,
half of what you felt,
the lines we spoke so well?

Do you think of me like I think of you
once my scent
on your collar
has faded?
Can I hope? Can I dream?
That when our fingertips part that
I haunt your waking moments
as the thought of you haunts mine?

Do I drift from you like clouds in the sky
over the mountains & out of your sight?
- cease to exist -
Do you write my name high enough in the sand
to avoid the lapping
waves
of the tide
that want so strongly to wash
me
away?

When I’m gone-
do you notice something missing?
Does it cause a little sting
in tender places?
Or am I merely a wispy dream
you forget upon waking-
a vague shadow of a thing
you wish you could recall?

Do I get to linger near you
once swallowed up by the hungry night
of other lives lived separately?
Or is the ghost of me forced
out of the house
until the next time I
draw near
and peek around
the corner?　

Invention: The Unhighlighter. Removes the neon glow but leaves the text when you accidentally highlight an item. ~GypsyLuc

If the chance is taken to continue after the sad, sad death- would the outcome be more like a Phoenix or a Zombie? ~GypsyLuc

Hear ye, hear ye. The Queen & the Bishop of the sovereign nation of YelloWall take an Ambassador Tryp to the Scribes of Detroit. ~GypsyLuc

crazy idea brewing... residential/artist studio space. 60,000 sq ft bldg in Bucyrus for 50K! need investors, vision casters, grant gurus & worker bees!

YelloWall Collective - 'Substitute'

It took weeks for this random group of creative thinkers to come up with a name for ourselves. So when the thought was tossed out that we throw our collective talents into a common visual arts submission for an upcoming art show, we - of course - had to sift through quite a bundle of ideas. What we settled on was an 'exquisite corpse' project of a life-sized figure with the working title of 'The YelloWall Doll'.

The specifications:
- Allot one body part to each interested artist
- The artist would then create the 'life-size' limb/organ/part using the medium of his/her own choosing
- During creation, the artist should bear in mind the need for attachment to the other components & incorporate a hook, loop or other connection point

A total of 20 artists ended up participating:
Ken Arthur, Laurie Beekman, Jeff Bell, Linda Chevalier, Kevin Cochran, Kathy Fetzer-Goodwin, GypsyLuc Hargis, Jason Kaufman, Misty King, Jenny Lucas, Tracy McAdams, Antoinette McMillen, Karch Mohafer, Andi Phillips, Kate Shannon, Cameron Sharp, Tyler Sweet, John Thrasher, Kate Westfall, Sabrina York

With that many artists in the mix, we ended up with some amazing elements fashioned from a multitude of materials. These materials ranged from the organic end of human hair to the manufactured end of a prosthetic leg.

In addition to the efforts of each artist to create his/her body part, there was also a lot of effort put forth in organizing, assembling & transporting 'Substitute'. Through the process we experienced excitement, frustration, cohesion, problem-solving, teamwork, creation, synergy, pride & elation. We had absolutely no idea how the final project would turn out. When you throw together 20 different artists with vastly different visions, styles, skill levels, preferred media & voices you definitely go into it with a big question-mark at the end.

In the end, the hard work & headaches paid off! The exquisite corpse piece was accepted into the 65th Annual May Show at the Mansfield Art Center http://www.mansfieldartcenter.org/. But not only was it accepted, it also won a cash award for creativity.

During the opening reception, patrons of the show were constantly huddled around studying, discussing & pointing at 'Substitute'. From conversations, it seems that what drew them to the piece was intrigue, fascination and, mainly, the understanding that many individual parts came tgether to form a cohesive whole.

The one thing that remains to be seen is what will become of our little 8' tall Frankensteinesque creation once the show is complete. There has been talk of finding him a permanent home somewhere in the Mansfield community where he can continue to live & breath & share his almagous message. As a Collective, we would love to see that happen. Of course, if it doesn't, we've already got a backup plan in the works...

[See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exquisite_corpse to learn more about the history & variations of an exquisite corpse project.]

Death of a Tattooed Banana

The over-stimulating banter on a recent conference call birthed the Tattooed Banana. As my simple, nutritious, fresh-fruit breakfast lay before me I abandoned my usual distraction of pen on paper. As I sat there studying its skin in all its yellow glory, I noticed patterns in the little brown spots & nicks. They reminded me of fingerprints, birthmarks, tattoos...

So, I grabbed a nearby permanent marker and began drawing beautiful, random things to embellish it further. It was my gift to the lovely, delicious fruit. I picked out the natural markings already meshed within it then proceeded to 'tattoo' the entire banana. Obviously, it was quite a long conference call...

I then decided to chronicle the demise of said banana as it lived out its life-giving purpose. And now, it's sacrifice is immortalized for all to see & savor. Let us celebrate the truth that this simple banana lived a good life, received a beautiful addition to it's fleshy garment & gave far more than it took. I feel privileged & blessed to have been able to partake of its boredom-destroying, experimental, tasty, wholesome goodness.

Electro Dynamic Machinery

My "Electro Dynamic Machinery" piece was accepted into the "Borrowed Words" show. I used the altered book format along with collage, acrylic & a telescopic antennae for this piece. The concept is that of organic relationships vs electronic interference. The scene is that of a mother, child & family pet by a fireplace. Only, instead of a fire, the hearth takes on the attributes of a television set displaying a mechanical image and a mathematical formula. The words that peek through from the background, the image of a scale/measuring device on the mantle & the antennae jutting from the top of the piece reinforce the concept.

The vintage, homey image juxtaposed with these more industrial elements is meant to speak to the place where deep relationships & personal interaction have taken a backseat to the more distant form of technological communication. At the same time, there is still a sense of connection & interaction & shared space between the characters. Is this an altogether bad development in society? What do we need to do in response to it? Can true connection still happen with wires, transmissions & motherboards in between?


ROY G BIV Gallery for Emerging Artists http://www.roygbivgallery.org/ is the show sponsor. The exhibition is at the Columbus Metropolitan Main Library Carnegie Gallery at 96 S Grant Ave, Columbus, OH & will take place from Thursday 5/6/2010 through Wednesday 6/16/2010.

The criteria for the show:
"The work must use text as a visual element in the work. Examples include but are not limited to comics, captioned photographs, and collage, to name a few. Creativity and ingenuity in the work is, as always, greatly encouraged.

The words comprising the text must be borrowed from previously published texts. These can be from a diverse array of sources - lyrics, printed articles, novels, famous speeches, slogans, etc."

The Opening reception will be Thursday, May 6 from 5pm-7pm. Come out & support local arts & artists! Be sure & study the Borrowed Words that are left behind in the background of the piece.

"Volary"

Funny.

I have had pieces juried into major art shows in Charlotte & a half dozen other cities/metro areas. In those places, I receved multiple awards for my artwork. When I moved to the sleepy People's Republic of Bucyrus almost 2 years ago, I began looking for local art venues. Mansfield, at 30 minutes away, is the closest art scene.

Show entry in Columbus has been no problem. I even had a solo show @ Kenosis over in mansfield. But, for some reason, breaking into juried shows @ Artworks on Main & the Mansfield Art Center has been an uncrackable nut - until today.

I entered 4 pieces. One actually - finally - made it through the gauntlet somehow! What's funny is that I assembled the piece that got in [literally] the day before entry. The idea, however, had been brewing in my soul for weeks. I used some recycled anatomical collage figures from another piece. And while they took some time to make originally, the assembly of the final piece took about 4 hours. And it got in. Now compare that to the hours & hours of painstaking production on each of the other 3 pieces. Each of these, I feel, are just as worthy.

Funny.

In addition, the exquisite corpse project I helped organize also got in. 14 or so artists were involved. Each artist took a body part with the simple rules of: create a somewhat life-size part, use any medium you want, turn it in & we'll mesh it all together Frankenstein-style. The final creation is a sight to behold. The figure is nowhere near as refined as we had planned due to time constraints.

It got in.

It won an award.

Funny.

Interview with Jeff Bell

Jeff Bell is a musician & visual artist currently living in Mansfield, OH. He is a key member of YelloWall Collective. He has been performing music for 15 years and, between his former band & solo projects, has put out12 CDs . He has been a visual artist for 10 years. I sat down with him in the square across from his downtown loft where we shared a smoke & explored how music & art collide in his life.

GypsyLuc: Can we start off by you sharing about the different facets of your artistic/creative life?

Jeff Bell: My art ranges from making djembe drums, mandolins & guitars to odd prototype instruments which are mostly unsuccessful but fun to do. Then there is painting, drawing, sculpture, playing, singing, songwriting & all aspects of composition.

GypsyLuc: Knowing you for a year & a half, I think it’s safe to say that music is very important to you. In addition to the actual music, your artworks usually have a musical theme. What is it about music that speaks to you?

Jeff Bell: More than anything it is probably just the freedom of expression. With art you have to have stuff & have to use just that one material. With music you can do it with almost nothing - with the simplest instruments even.

GypsyLuc: What is the nature of your relationship with music? Would you call it love?

Jeff Bell: No, I wouldn’t call it love because I think love is mostly an emotion or state of mind or feeling. I’d say I’d probably call it an obsession - something I have to do. It’s like checking the door lock two or three times before you leave. It’s more like a sickness than an emotion. Maybe like a disease… It’s sort of a relationship/obsession in some ways.

GypsyLuc: How long has this obsession with music been going on?

Jeff Bell: Since the age of three - as soon as I could climb up on the piano bench. I grew up with my grandparents. My grandma was a music teacher & probably 60 students came through there in a week.

GypsyLuc: If you see an artwork or hear a piece of music you created 15 years ago, how do you respond to it?

Jeff Bell: It depends on the piece. Obviously, some things from the past you like & are still attached to for a long time. Some things you knew you weren’t going to fall in love with when you finished them - although you still feel a connection to it regardless. You realize you were still honing your craft at that time.

GypsyLuc: What percentage of songs have you written which have never made it out to a public venue? How many artworks have you completely painted over?

Jeff Bell: Maybe 25% of songs I’ve written have never been heard publicly. As for paintings I’ve completely painted over - the number is low! Maybe 2 or 3... I don’t do that often because it’s just something you shouldn’t do. I’d scold myself for that! That would be one more painting you would have.

GypsyLuc: You recently quit your day job. Why was that? Was it difficult?

Jeff Bell: I’ve never had a lot of day jobs. If I do, they last for a while, but it’s always about the music! It’s always been about music. After 15 years of traveling & touring, I quit the band I was in to take some time off. I got offered a job building carrousels. It was great but it was easy to let that go. Music somehow always pays better. If you compare it to a day job, working 40 hours per week, you can make that in one night with music. It makes it hard to say yes to any day job.

GypsyLuc: While working for ‘the man’, how did you ensure you still had time for creative pursuits?

Jeff Bell: I only worked two days a week! I made sure when I took that job that it would be part-time. I don’t choose one or the other. I made that choice a long time ago. I decided that if I took day jobs I would keep it to a minimum.

GypsyLuc: What progression or changes have you seen in your materials, methods & subject matter over time?

Jeff Bell: It’s true that with any medium you work with you gradually go up & hit plateaus. It’s never a steady climb. With music, you notice your playing & songwriting getting better. Your wordsmithing gets better over time. With art, the more you think about it - the easier it is to come up with better ideas.

GypsyLuc: When performing or creating are you ‘present’? Are you aware of your audience & surroundings or do you go to some other place?

Jeff Bell: Both. There are times when I’m painting or creating art of some kind & I get lost. That right-brain-switch just happens & I get lost. When performing you’re aware of your audience most of the time. You can be thinking about what you might do for the rest of the evening, where you’re going to eat, sex, anything. There are times, when it going well, that you get sort of lost.

GypsyLuc: If you had to lose your hearing or your eyesight - which would you choose?

Jeff Bell: Oh man! That is an unfair question! Those are my only two options? How about half of both? If I had to choose I’d rather be blind. I could still play music & still perform. But, I’d need a chauffeur…

GypsyLuc: What current projects or goals do you have in the works?

Jeff Bell: As for projects: I’m finishing a CD. I’m getting ready to finish the writing & begin the recording. There are always some paintings coming up on the list & probably some wood sculptures. As for goals: more traveling for music - more so than the last year or two. The South is always nice. I’m hoping to get into the Woodchoppers Ball up in Kent where they pick 10 acoustic guitar players from around the Midwest.

GypsyLuc: What would be the ultimate setup for you as an artist/musician?

Jeff Bell: Hell! I think I might already have it right now. It would be a situation where if you do work a day job you don’t work much & can devote, say, 95% of your time to art. That’s probably most artists’ dream situation. But, I’m not sure most people know what that is. From talking to some people, I’m not sure they would even know what to do with that time.

GypsyLuc: So let’s say that you are in that dream situation right now. How long can you remain content in it?

Jeff Bell: I think forever pretty much! Even in a dream situation I might switch media, play for awhile, go back to art. Yeah. Pretty much forever.

GypsyLuc: You possess multiple talents. Do you consider yourself to be any more gifted than the next guy?

Jeff Bell: Hell no. Hell no! I think everybody has attributes or excel in certain areas. It may not be art or music. There are a lot of people who can do things far better than I can do them!

GypsyLuc: Any last words? Is there anything you want to toss out - one last song - before this show comes to an end?

Jeff Bell: Not really. I’m not a soap-boxer. I’m not political. I don’t really take a stand on a lot of things. I’m much happier to live life & not get too serious about any one individual situation.

Check out www.myspace.com/jbellguitar to hear Jeff’s music, book a show or find a listing of places where his art is on display.

Smediums: TAI Intro

Smashing the proverbial bottle of champagne on the maiden voyage of The Artist Interview, John Hargis kicks off his column by interviewing his alter-ego, GypsyLuc.

John: You’re one of the talented writers that have come onboard with TAI. Can you unlock the meaning behind your column’s title?

GypsyLuc: Smediums. It’s a word that splices ‘small’ & ‘medium’. A friend of mine uses it to describe pants that hang a little too short. It speaks to those times when a person has too much leg for not enough pant. Growing up we called them ‘highwaters’.

John: How does that idea fit into the concept of an Arts magazine?

GypsyLuc: As an artist, I am always dreaming, creating & experimenting with just one more thing - a new medium, a novel idea, the latest creative challenge. It’s sometimes hard to squeeze it all in - to wring out enough moments in the day to make it all happen. It’s like I need 32” long pants but have to fit it all into a pair of 30” smediums.

John: So, Smediums will present interviews with artists on how they find the time to integrate the arts into their lives?

GypsyLuc: Exactly. I’ll be focusing on how artists in Central Ohio weave creativity into the fabric of their day-to-day existence. We all have distractions, commitments & constraints that drag us away from creating. I want to discover the thrust behind the passion, the tricks, techniques & methods - whatever magic there is - to keeping art a priority.

John: You’ve got your fingers in a lot of things yourself: full-time job, three hour daily commute, taking care of wife & kids, creating & marketing your art, writing, open mics, serious involvement in YelloWall Collective… How do you find time for it all?

GypsyLuc: It’s tough, no doubt. It comes down to art being a necessity in my life. While it might be possible for me to exist without it, I definitely can’t thrive that way. I’m equal parts planner & opportunist. I reserve Wednesdays & weekends for art creation. I set deadlines & hold myself accountable to meet them. I sketch at work during meetings & conference calls, refine ideas in my head around the clock, record writing snippets on my cell phone while driving. I reject other opportunities in order to carve out space for art. Sleep is optional at times! Plus, I have some amazing artistic friends who inspire me & push me to keep creating in the midst of the melee.

John: Is it going to be even more difficult to squeeze a monthly column for TAI into an already jam-packed schedule?

GypsyLuc: It’ll work out. The ideas are exploding in my head already! I’m excited about meeting with other artists & passing on the stories of what they’re currently into, why they choose to create & how they make the time. Hopefully, our readers can glean some wisdom & scraps to lace into their own lives. Writing is art. I strive to make time for art. And, in the end, what’s wrong with having a little more leg poking out of the bottom of my smediums?

One Breath [an anniversary poem]

The calm blows
through us
when we share one breath.

Living on common air.
mirror in mirror in mirror
Occupying identical space
in life-giving
moments.
Breathing in
mutual wind.

Ignorant bliss.
unaware
of the times we:
inhale,
exhale.
Miles from:
this place,
one another.

Sustained by the breeze:
right here,
right now.

Mouth-to-mouth:
two beings,
one breath-
inseparably
intertwined
and alive.

Cryogenics

It's warm & thumping
-perhaps too strongly-
So I carve a hole in the snow
cold & wet on my fingers
and cover it over
to muffle the beating.

Sleeping until the day
you're ready to dig it up
and feel it still
swollen with heat
in your hands.

POEM: Purple

We both know it's purple
That's just the color it is
For the longest time you would call it reddish-blue
or warm-indigo at best
You'd go no further

But yesterday -
Yesterday
you called it "violet" (in quotation marks)
You tip-toed all the way to "violet"
That's as close as you'd come

Someone - and we don't know who -
Someone
took a drop of blue
took a drop of red
set them down softly
into the watery glass

And the colors swirled
wrapped 'round one another
played & danced until they both disappeared
Red infusing the blue with itself
Blue infusing the red with itself

They connected quick together
like chromosomes
like the warm embrace of two old friends
like sunset kissing nightfall
like Legos locked down tight

We both know it's purple
That's just the color it is
And while I call it that in my secret thoughts
My lips are slow to part & say it
waiting until the one day -
The one day
when the quotation marks fall off
to clink on the ground
and the sound of "violet"
swirls into purple

POEM: Powdered Metal Flower Petals

vertical vortex laid horizontal
for ease of entry through bi-fold doors

portal petals sliding open reveal the liquid warmth inside
waves parting, whirlpool tugging
pulling me down to the depths of its lair
womb-like cave of sparkle treasure
trough of treasure chest

glimmer silk like moistened jewels
wrap around the deep-sea diver
bubbles forming - causing fins
to reach extension, fan out wide
straightened curves of tangled leisure
meshed with work & sweat of brow

stamen feathers soft as iron
swab formations on the wall
hang on stalactite for my stalagmite
thrust out poison in the well

with a quiet resolution
dilute the masculine solution
with pollen dust like cirrus clouds
sweet onset of the bends & angles
the quiet pause of rock formations
new dimension roof ripped off

the powdered metal flower petals
dissolve the vortex
kiss it closed

POEM: Between Earth & the Moon

Her coming foretold on tattooed skin
She passed between Earth & the moon
Carried on wings of comet tails
Inking the sky with wet light

Trajectory drawing a paper-thin ring
Wrapped ‘round the sun at high noon
We tried to turn eyes but failed
Transfixed by ecliptic, elliptic flight

Fire & ice hang like stones ‘round her neck
Flowing in ribbons which tie back her mane
Her song birthing stars as she dances along
Trailing a pathway behind

Gravity-bound & held firm in the womb
Young souls leap with hope at her words
Rippled & tilting & lilting & lulling
Her subjects to gaze on her beauty by night

And quick as she came she moves on to another
Land. World. Universe. Time.
As we suckle the memory of transient things
Which pass between Earth & the moon