Blossoming Creativity

mia1 mia2There are times in attending a friends-and-family event that expectations are shattered by awesomeness. So it was with Mia Kaplan’s solo art opening at Liberty Arts, after a summer as an intern, working with their artists in so many different media – casting metal, welding, pottery, wood, sheet metal wall art, jewelry (probably should really be called body art due to its inventiveness).

Her creative approach to all the different materials was truly extraordinary, and was like witnessing an adolescent Matisse, whose dabbling in lots of media equaled most others’ mature accomplishments.

I bought a pottery coffee mug because it was the perfect small size for how I drink my morning espresso and to show my support for her budding career. While drinking from it the next morning, I began to appreciate the depth of her craft – more like an established potter who has been working for decades. Everything was in perfect proportion. The heft was neither too heavy nor too light, the lip not too delicate or too thick, the handle wide enough to grasp yet thin enough to embrace my hand. And her small incised patterns drew my eye as well as the different colors of glaze, some which she sprayed on instead of dipping.

Soon she will be back in college, and continue to unfold her talent. Will she pick one material and make it her specialty? Or will she let each medium continue to inspire her to explore that special state of mind where anything is possible? All I can say is hurray for Mia, and for the creative process wherever you find it!

BLAZE OF PASSION

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25 years ago today, I woke up at the beautiful Asilomar Center on Monterey peninsula, sat up in bed and wondered if I had a birthday poem in me. This mindset was inspired by a man at the conference named Roy Jordan, who enthusiastically recited his … [Continue reading]

THIS SCHOOL

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This school never closes though students can be dismissed any time they can never go home again and again they try to master today’s lesson for totally ingrained is the grief for today as it fades and the fear of what the new … [Continue reading]

Arms

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Blood, rubble, hate, outrage what hysterical god made forgiveness and reconciliation so difficult? It appears we can never walk together our words congeal and dissolve on the screen of I blame assigned as precisely as a misguided missile as … [Continue reading]

3:00 AM Café du Monde

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Hot beignet drops from shaking hand, phosphorescent meteor of confectioners sugar scatters sweetness to a silent Jackson Square. The plump fried pastry sparks to life upon splashdown in a Mississippi colored puddle, succulent ripples breach the … [Continue reading]

Again

a twitch of a finger speeds hot lead through skin and bone to burst a heart life oozing to gray the equalizer the peacemaker easy executioner no judge no jury the burning ricochet cuts us all down mockeries of truth of brotherhood what … [Continue reading]

LAST HALF

Evidence of playing in the Connecticut River on a July day, crossing the bridge from New Hampshire to Vermont

Consider July a smelling salt to rouse your faint year from sleepwalking, startled nostrils finally snort in this year’s bouquet. Ponder the steam of August melting towards September, yellow school bus dinosaurs prowl the morning roads to … [Continue reading]

SIREN CHORD

  Morning rung to attention by distant train horn beckoning me like an iron bell to a churchgoer. Ears pass the call inside, stomach rumbles for new roads, nose hungry for scraping steel. My feet’s rhythm quickens, the louder tones … [Continue reading]

Frankie on the Waterfront

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"Go to the next light and make a ubie," our Philly bred waitress explained at the end of the fireworks dinner cruise celebrating my Dad’s 92nd birthday. It must have been after he and Olga danced the Cupid Shuffle that she added the extra endearing … [Continue reading]

NANTICOKE 1926

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Dust of the coal mines on the window sill lightened to gray by a gentle snow, our simple clapboard house also freshened from within by the exotic smell of oranges, a seeming miracle delivered only at the holidays from some far off land, an … [Continue reading]