September 24, 2010

Artwork on display from my albums



This gallery was made from an album on my facebook account containing artworks from 2008 - 10:

August 17, 2010

Beautiful sculpture which is Also a Working sundial to be unveiled in Ohio

The unveiling and dedication of the Richard Pirko memorial sundial will be Thursday August 26, at 1:30pm, outside the Ward-Beecher Planetarium, Youngstown University, Youngstown Ohio 44555 (weather permitting -- in case of bad weather we will hold it indoors in the Planetarium).

It should be a short ceremony.  Tony Armeni (the sculptor) will be there.  The Dean is invited, but his schedule is in flux, and may not be able to make it. The President and the Provost are also invited. Those saying a few words will include Victoria (Rick's wife), Angela Pupino, Pat Durrell and Warren Young at this point. Ron Cole (YSU media person) will be there, and with Warren's help will be writing up a press release for the event.

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Planetarium is in Ward Beecher Science Hall - Building #14, Lincoln Avenue, Youngstown OH 44555
street map for planetarium

and there is a Facebook Public Event Page for the 26th where one may comment or RSVP at:

Richard Pirko Memorial Sundial Dedication







Rick's Great Big Space sharing space blog: http://thanksrick.blogspot.com/
with photos of sundial and anything Rick

July 12, 2010

Art's wonderful widgets

The folks at Fine Art America wrote 2 pleasing widgets for sharing our available artworks - ( - stay tuned, there's quite a few I need to upload yet - ) - here is the non - flash slide show-er thingamabob:


Art Prints

and here is the slick facebook fully functioning doodad (on my artist {Fan}Page).

Read books about the art of collecting art

June 23, 2010

Calibrating sadness

Identifying grey treefrogs and writing about art and Mason jars,
pumpkin lilies and sundial calibration: sadness writ in stone and steel and pointing at the sky...3 little boys bouncing their balls thinking it will be different. It won't. Limbs so dark, moon so bright.

A memorial for a friend is almost complete, it is an amazing piece of artwork:



There's more about Richard and the sculptor, Tony Armeni, here: Great Big Space

June 14, 2010

Storybook Cabin

Stay down the road at the Storybook Cabin within walking distance and come visit me and my artwork in finished and in-progress stages. They provide a very good value. There's several picturesque cabins nearby:


Stray mom-cat was raising 3 more kittens in the shed for about the sixth season, but has disappeared as she's wont to do; someday we will trap her for a trip to the vet.



canoe trail guides in Pennsylvania

April 25, 2010

Saturday in April

My voice my house frogs' song in the night breathing warm and moist

the price of shipping it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, we shall
all shape art with our hands and place in the main street gallery for both the boys holding bullets in their hands and Allison and her kith fallen all on the cold hard ground.

By the big bridge she makes words to paint the body of war crying out for violence. Of heart.

My high school literature teacher writes to me.
Drying off a cat full of rain on a Saturday in April.

April 5, 2010

Don't drink and draw...

                                             Crave Cafe created & constructed by artists Peter Jon Snyder & Corey A. Wise                                            

April 1, 2010

The hand electric

Drawing with hand electric:
OdoSketch from Odopod, try one yourself at http://sketch.odopod.com/

Sometimes loading slow but one can watch the best sketches being drawn before your eyes at http://sketch.odopod.com/pages/slideshow

March 31, 2010

"That's just the way it is..."

correction, quote should be: "...that's just the way things go."



Former silk factory will host group art exhibition, "Escape From New York," it will be held in the Fabricolor Building on Van Houten Street in Paterson, New Jersey, on May 15, 2010. With President Obama's August 2009 declaration of the Great Falls Historic Disctrict as a National Park, the city of Paterson, and its multiple warehouses and former factories are poised to become a destination to be reckoned with. Included will be Vicki DaSilva - http://www.vickidasilva.com
See other 20 artists here at: Kickstarter page

March 21, 2010

Warm Wall

South Dakota Wall agate
bound with silver
girlscout cookies in green and blue boxes
green and white light the equinox vernal
warm and furry
feed the ongoing flame

food on plates.

February 28, 2010

door full of out


Potatoes in the fire of the wood stove, air filled with snow
night filled with light
boots full of toes
door full of out
head fulla shouldas
I'm playing Ludwigville - who wants to join me?

dog on the couch cat on the coffee-table who would be this Brother you would be the keeper of?

February 23, 2010

"I won't bother you anymore"

Melting snow
running rain
running over the mailbox
lies in the dirty snowbank
"I won't bother you anymore"
policemen and paramedics standing in the rain

ice turns to water and runs down the driveway

February 21, 2010

When it's Flat then we can Build again

Startling doves out of red pines.
Metal teeth biting
falling flake
half a mouse
ice drip

Cast iron on a wood fire.
Hearing voices in the saw - the vet sez my cat is "mad" - would that be mad as in the neighbour wandering in red robe snatching at reality fluttering grey and wispy past smoke-filled eyes?
No, no, this is just pain that won't let one eat or play. In other words yes.

In the village the colour of the month is
Morning Dew.
Snow four feet up the
telephone pole.
Strings of stars run down glitter dropping onto cabin roof
mounds of snow pines all 'round;
belt of orion snagging the night tree, it's sandy and solid
an igloo it would build full of long ago
and gone.

We don't fear death, we fear the not being here.

A purr louder than a bulldozer in their brains rolling over houses and homes and prairies and watersheds and Devonian shale,
when it's Flat then we cam Build again.

With a fetish for nylon and bunnyfoot and string, she curls up in a sleeping bag with paws over face.

being followed by an ice shadow

February 15, 2010

10 point 2 people per square mile

Barnett Township is a township in Forest County, Pennsylvania, United States
As of the census of 2000, there were 349 people, 156 households, and 105 families residing in the township. The population density was 10.2 people per square mile (3.9/km²). There were 780 housing units at an average density of 22.7/sq mi (8.8/km²). The median income for a household in the township was $31,250, and the median income for a family was $40,000. Males had a median income of $32,404 versus $16,591 for females.

Forest County is a county located in the U.S. state of Pennsylvania. As of 2000, the population is 4,946 making it the least populous county in the state. Forest County is famous as a rural retreat. Nearly 75% of all dwellings in the county are second or vacation homes. Forest County does not have a single traffic light. Despite all this, Forest County has become the fastest growing county in the state of Pennsylvania by percent, growing over 38% from 2000-2008. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of 431 square miles (1,117 km²), of which, 428 square miles (1,109 km²) of it is land and 3 square miles (8 km²) of it (0.76%) is water. As of the census of 2000, there were 4,946 people, 2,000 households, and 1,328 families residing in the county. The population density was 12 people per square mile (4/km²). There were 8,701 housing units at an average density of 20 per square mile (8/km²).

Boroughs and Townships:

source for info and 2 images: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_County,_Pennsylvania


Map of Forest County, Pennsylvania highlighting Barnett Township

Map of Forest County, Pennsylvania

January 18, 2010

Walk the edge of winter

snow leaving grass

This afternoon we walked the wet wild wood and field accompanied by wren and chickadee, titmouse and nuthatch, cardinal, flicker, jay and crow.

furry hawkweed leaves


gas well fence
melted snowdrops on last year's hay



snowmelt pooling under old goldenrod and penstemon

lichen on treebark

and then we went to imbibe home-made chili at the Temple                     


January 17, 2010

Hemlock slush


Slushy hemlock tromp tracking turkey under rock and ice pillars though a dying city
water dropping off  the edge falling over frozen ways
footholds in fallen leaves
grand houses of brick and fern and evergreen
souls holding on mesticious as dead beech leaves
linger hanging
green pools, snow white and drooping, ice chunks dangle and cackle, wet air fresh on the tongue and throat and

laughter

demon in her breast and one that Flowers At Night narrated in a British accent, looking for electric poles

streams of crow drift to sleep.

White rooms with wide mirrors be here now and on and on till eyes close and we are one with dark nothing

pits in the macadam are all the Snowfog has left us - obscured and gone missing: entire truck stops, whole neighborhoods, hillsides, floating home in a mysterious Unthank felt and not seen.

I wished I'd brought my camera at least seven times.

January 16, 2010

Kites and carpets

Bombs in donkey carts
kites and carpets signal slaughter
fantasies:
Rush moves the world of us listeners about as if it were his own giant Farmville.

What if the machinery of war-making turned its baleful eye towards Haiti and sent everything there to ease their  sorrow and pluck them up and begin to build a country for a truly country-less people? Wouldn't this be honorable, heroic?

January 14, 2010

Sliding through space

Snow still very fine for cross-country skiing
over the yards and lawns and through the woods
titmice in the trees, more pictures of ice endlessly attractive hanging in space
days lengthen plus art on walls of our museum* buoy with dumb hope.
What are the names of your pencils?

Ski boots, skis and  gaiters bought 25 yrs ago are dear to me and thank goodness for duct tape & string & saftey pins & folks tossing away used ski poles:


*Butler Institute (first museum of American art) downtown Youngstown, Ohio

January 12, 2010

Snowcats, snow birds, snow flakes


In between dumping image cards, burning archives, cleaning the kitchen and rooting around for dinner, the fresh falling snow clumps inspired a dozen shots impulsively - my first snowflakes shots! - grabbed something black and hand-held. Frozen fun had by all.
Earlier a wren hopped around  the carport, too, hungrily unafraid, gobbling up every bug it could find in the current scavenged firewood limb pile.
Frances sits in snowdrifts, surveying her world in constant consternation, shaking  whiskered head in disbelief.

I almost missed it: Noah Cicero's book, The Human War, has been filmed in the Youngstown area and is in post-production now - awesome. Vindy article link

January 10, 2010

Winter tales

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January 5, 2010

Snowsome she is


How fares your driveway now - will you stop telling?

Paint with light in the dark... upper room with a blue blank, pine-scented crayons and coloured lights are in my corner of Dark; how is your dark coming along, is it deep, is it icey, does it bite, do you scream down, all the way down and lie there quivering?

Plow roar in the smokey distance: snowflakes and stars, winter does not lie.

Whiskey, wood and wonder, bring on the basket and send it down, Predators rumble by: 1, 2,3, carrying the snow shovel, alone in the blank cold, ham and potatoes on a plate with war.

This white tide of snow, it comes and comes and comes,

Snow flow, gold ink, green glitter, red pencil, silver stars.
All night long sitting on a cardboard box watching for bunny rabbits in the snow.

In the cold.

In the dark.

January 4, 2010

Whiffs of winter

Snow crystals sparkling in the night over the silent country, landing on the rabbit ball in the driveway broom-swept next to a lawn all lit up with christmas lights.
Cold dark yard road bush and a wet broom and a snow roof and an ice dam in my gutter. Standing in the snow looking at it, looking at the rabbit holding it's breath, looking at the cat rabbit squirrel girl tracks in the snow.

Envelopes that are open, kitchen cupboards without faces, wooden chairs, stacks of books, a.m. radio above wool blankets. The months of considering whether water runs inside metal pipes... and whether there is free will.

Newspapers in tidy bundles, broken branches in buckets, crushed aluminum, forgotten passwords and telephones that are never answered.