Show includes art in any medium that relates to the poetry of Carolyn Kreiter-Foronda, recent Poet Laureate of Virginia.  Her books will be available in the gallery.  The reception, on Sunday, September 6^th from 5:30 - 7:30 p.m., will feature readings by the poet and cash awards. 
 

Here are some quotes suggested by
Ms. Kreiter-Foronda:

From:  "Crows over the Fields of Auvers"

"All morning the sky deepens,

resuming the unrest below."

From:  "Contrary Visions in the Gallery,
White on White"  

"...two mystics vow this is not the coming of light

or white blossoms at the hands of God,

but a ceremonial stone that brings calm

to any man, if only he will embrace it."

From:  "Painting Poppies near Arles"

"It is never easy to paint poppies that bloom crimson near Arles. You must wait for the moment their color settles in the viridine fields."

From:  "Other Possibilities"

"...You can tell by the way his eyes shine that he is dreaming, small white birds dancing over him, covering

his shoulders with delicate feathers."

 From:  "Lately I Have Been Too Wrapped Up"

"...let the thoughts go until they settle on something startling:  this world, for example, how it might be otherwise if there were no colors . . ."

From: "In the Plaza of America, Seville"

"The moon turns, air-drunk toward pergolas heady       in the spring heat."

From:  "Spell of Moon and Maple"

"How is it that the tree, worn and alone, reaches into the sky and scatters October's rubies over the graying earth?"

From:  "A Deaf Woman Longs to be among the Waters"

"...be that heron strumming the air, a choir embroidered in her singing."

From:  "Baiting My Hook, I Try Again"

"...I reel in a universe where colors prevail, where clouds redden with lightning, a tiny ship fighting the sea, its bold masts crimson."

From:  "Baiting My Hook, I Try Again"

"In my mind, I pull a string and color the earth for miles

with mulberry light."

From:  "Art is a Flower that Opens Freely"

"Go.  Look at the sea where voices of the infinite thrive like anemones."

From:  "Beneath Lamplight"

"...Today I labor in the field, my reward: plump       potatoes resplendent in the soil's dark shine."

From:  "You Don't Need Binoculars to Be a Bird Watcher"

"...Start running to the lake's edge for a closer view.

Look into the liquid heart where the blue green pulsates, red beaks sucking, then spewing out water.  Follow the pelicans' snow-white ascent into the flamingos' flight."

From:  "The Old Woman and Colors"

"Look.  Someone is coloring the air:

an old woman, the wrinkles

in her face, a verdant field."

From:  "Transparent Butterfly in Jardin de las Mariposas"

"Wherever you land, earth turns green, wing-color a gift Quetzal sheds over you, sheen of his feathers        falling as he lifts through a hurrah of leaves."

From:  "The Deserted Beach"

"I marvel at the fullness of a beach, deserted,        disguised as a path that pushes eastward, the sandy shore cobbled like plumage of an elusive caracara."

From:  "Nest Building"

"The osprey soars through a cerulean sky, scumbled with oyster pinks and whites. Industrious, he scavenges insect carcasses, sticks, seaweed, swells of twine, drops them between the branches of a dead pine. ...Lit up like spooned honey, he zeros in to land."

From:  "Dragon Run"

"Knee-deep in the Dragon, I lean in to feel the wilderness. The brisk call of dawn splashes against ash and gum. Sassy this liquid sun pursuing a cypress, its roots lifted from the swamp like stubby knees."

From:  "On the Studio-Boat"

"Skysails billowing, the day soaring.

A violin, the sun arrives, trilling.

From the studio-boat I can see better: morning rises out of the river's mouth, wine-gold opening."

 From:  "These Flecks of Summer"

"Pink parasols everywhere:

mountain laurel releases

confetti at the feet

of two bickering cardinals

in a seed flight."

From:  "Red Building in Forest"

"Down a dirt road in a tangle of pines, the windowless

building rises, awash in scarlet."

From:  "Blood Moon"

"To see the full moon turn copper, drive to the end of a country road to a broad-mouthed bay where darkness scatters stars like lit-tin across fields."

From:  "By the Bay"

"...To be here beyond a peninsula's tip and a temple of wind, where an inlet's waters wash over my feet, the Chesapeake misting over with the aura of coastlands."

From:  "Testimonial"

"Vigorous:  this clearing, its astral growth, a patch of flowers drowning out the unruly world."

2008 Exhibitions
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and show applications)

September 26–November 4
All Fired Up
Ceramic works from juried artists
Opening reception
Friday, Sept 26
6-7:30 pm

November 6–January 3
Christmas: Ornaments, Ornaments, Ornaments
Open House
Friday, Nov 7
- Sunday, Nov 9