Archive for August 16, 2008

Jim’s Reception: Hope For Tibet

Posted in Amdo Nomads, Art, Friends, future, gallery, Images, Personal, photography, the story unfolds, thoughts, Tibet on August 16, 2008 by anuvuestudio

Today is our first solo show featuring Jim McGill and his wonderful portraits of the Tibetan people timed to follow the Olympics. We hung the photos last night (which he refers to as black and white) but have more of a sepia feeling to me. We added some beautiful silk belts for color, brought back by Justin, from his recent visit to Tibet. We backed them with long, black fabric to make them “pop”. Jamie edge the black with some fabulous red Chinese silk I found because if I’d sewn it…well…whew… Kweli was such a help, not only did she get us dinner, but she kept a very tired Mike and myself from killing each other. I am meticulous so it’s easy to get frustrated 😉

Susan, the gallery’s Intern, stayed all day vacuuming, hanging the new T-shirts and setting up tables. She’s a smart, artistic young woman and she did a marvelous job.

Now just the small details before the big show. I hope to see those of you that can come out. I hope Jim has a great show and I wish him the best for success.

What’s in front of me

Posted in Friends, Personal, photography, Random, thoughts on August 16, 2008 by anuvuestudio

My good friends over at Red Ravine asked their fellow writers and readers to take a topic they’ve provided and run with it. It’s supposed to be a poem. I fall under the category of RNW…that’s short for “reader, not writer”. I was sitting here and thought…what the hey!… give it a whirl…

The string of words they chose for all the victims: “WHAT”S IN FRONT OF ME”. ok, got it. Now comes the extra words I’m supposed to supply….big breath…go!

My skin is warn and beaten

Sometimes a strap across my back

One good eye to view the world

and I don’t always like what I see

I’ve traveled to all four corners

viewing the poor in the same light

as the very rich and powerful

Some people fear me… and hide

While others taunt me with beauty

I’ve witnessed sorrow, pain and fear

And yet love, faith and redemption

I hold these memories inside my shell

I am called camera and I capture

What’s in front of me