I just read a poem by the beloved Erma Bombeck (February 21, 1927 – April 22, 1996) and discovered that today is her birthday. So, in her memory, here is the poem:
If I Had My Life to Live Over
by Erma Bombeck
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner
even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room
and worried much less about the dirt
when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time
to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows
be rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle
sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children
and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television—
and more while watching life.
I would have shared more of the responsibility
carried by my husband.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead
of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern
if I weren’t there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,
wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy,
I’d have cherished every moment
and realized that the wonderment growing inside me
was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said,
“Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”
There would have been more “I love yous”…more “I’m sorrys”…
but mostly, given another shot at life,
I would seize every minute…
look at it and really see it…live it…and never give it back.
Sing for joy to God our strength;
shout aloud to the God of Jacob!
Begin the music, strike the tambourine,
play the melodious harp and lyre.
Sound the ram’s horn at the New Moon,
and when the moon is full, on the day of our Feast;
this is a decree for Israel,
an ordinance of the God of Jacob (Psalm 81:1-4 NIV).
If you are in the greater Phoenix metropolitan area any time between now and April 3, 2016, be sure to visit the Arizona Fine Art Expo.
In North Scottsdale on the west side of Scottsdale Road just south of Jomax, set up near MacDonalds Ranch are 44,000 square feet of tents sheltering exhibits of the work of 120 artists. Passes for the duration of the show are $10 ($8 for military and ages 55+). The Expo is open from 10 AM to 6 PM. Plan to go back for multiple visits. I began to get museum overload after three hours. You can’t see everything in one trip.
And if you are in the market for one or more large statement pieces for your home or business, this is the place you’ll find it.
Mind you, this is not a craft show; this is juried fine art (translation: prices range well into the thousands of dollars). The work is by established artists, many of whom have decades of experience. Most come from Arizona and surrounding states; others from as far away as Texas, South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, Kansas, Iowa, and Minnesota. Some of the artists are actually producing work at the Expo, and most are happy to talk about their creative process. Many make custom artwork.
What is noteworthy about this show is its diversity. From painting, photography, and sculpture to ceramics, furniture, and less-easily categorized pieces. Lots of Western art, as you would expect from the origins of the artists, but also every style—realistic, abstract, impressionist, folk, cartoonish, and uniquely original.
In an outdoor space surrounded by the tents, there is a garden where some of the larger sculptures are located, along with seating and tables for lunch or a quick snack. There is even a cafe.
Here is a lovely writing table by John Montoya:
Note the stone inlay:
This credenza is a joint project between John and his wife Betsy Montoya, who painted the colorful buffalo panel.
And this console table is covered in cow hide
and has inlay on the top.
The photographic images below are by Lee Hendrickson. Watch ARHtistic License for an article about him on March 22, 2016.
The map below is by Janelle Lindley. Come back to ARHtistic License on April 19, 2016 for an article about her process.
Some of Ed Caldie‘s artwork hints at another of his passions.
A pianist, he said, “I wish I could make a visual representation of what I hear when I listen to music.” I think he did a pretty good job with Rhapsody. Musicians would understand this:
And one more, Arpeggio:
David Garrison spends part of his year painting in France. Is it just me, or do you see a little Degas influence in his work:
Scott Woodward works in sculpture and mixed media. He loves intense color.
Scott L. Wallis paints lush landscapes and florals.
Paula Yates does life-like bronze sculpture:
Bob Coonts‘ love of animals and color shows in his work:
It is said that after Beethoven lost his hearing, he took the legs off his piano, the better to feel the vibrations through the floor. Here is sculptor Phillip Payne‘s rendering of Beethoven: Feeling the Music:
I hope to go back to the Arizona Fine Art Expo at least once more before it closes, and take some more photographs to share. In the meantime, though, go, if you can. It’s a feast for the eyes. And maybe you can even buy something to enjoy in your own home.
Back before we had Facebook, when people came across an interesting quote or funny story, they sent it to all their friends by email. And they forwarded all the funny stories they received through email on to their other friends. Today I continue an occasional, temporary feature of interesting or funny emails I printed out in 1998 and 1999, that remained in my file cabinet until recently. I do not know the original source of any of these; they were so widely circulated that they may or may not represent violations of copyright law. If you recognize anything I post, please let me know who the author is, and I will attach an acknowledgement.
Your Starship Captain just might be a redneck if…
Your shuttlecraft has been up on blocks for over a month.
He paints flames and slaps an NRA sticker on the warp nacelles.
You have a shuttle called Billy Joe Bob.
He refers to Klingons as critters.
He installs a set of bullhorns on the front of the saucer section.
He says “Yee-Haw!” instead of “Engage.”
He has a hand-tooled holster for his phaser.
He insists on calling his executive officer Bubba.
He sets the for view screen to returns of Bassmaster.
His idea of dress uniform is clean bib overalls.
He wears mirrored shades on the Bridge.
He sets phaser to Cajun.