Tis Spring

So of course that only means that the Fort Worth Main St. Art Festival has happened. Here are the two artist that I found riveting among the hundreds that was there. There wasn't a lot to impress me this year, but these two artist did.

Keven Peterson
kevinpetersonstudios.com



Anthony Jacobus
Mad Hatter Photography
www.madhatterphotography.com

Sorry It's Been Awhile

I've have neglected my blogger duties for awhile. But I'm back and catching up. This installment won't have any Corita Kent don't fret there still is more of her to come, but I'm going to talk a moment about what has been happening locally in music and art for me. So grab some tea and a english muffin and have a bit of a look.
Want to give some love to my friend Grant for his poster  of  The Burning Hotels for their Modern Til Midnight show.




I'm glad that The Burning Hotels was there for Modern Til Midnight and I'm glad that the Fort Worth Modern Museum invited them. If they have cool bands like this, I might be a regular. I also need to get my hands on a poster to add to my wall collection. To learn more about Modern Til Midnight and when is the next one visit the Fort Worth Museum's website themodern.org.

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Only you and I can help the sun rise each coming
morning. If we don't, it may drench itself out in sorrow.

                                      Joan Baez

Would it embarrass you very much
if I were to tell you. . . that I love you?

                                    Lord Buckley

You-- special, miraculous, unrepeatable,
fragile, fearful, tender, lost,
sparkling ruby emerald jewel, rainbow splendor person.
It's up to you.
                                    Joan Baez

Jesus, gold and silver -- standing naked in roomful
of modern men. What nerve. Jesus, gold and silver --
you have no boots on, and you have no helmet of gun--
no briefcase. Powerful Jesus gold and silver with 
young, thousand-year-old eyes. You look around
and you know you must have failed somewhere.
Because here we are, waiting on the eve of destruction
with all the odds against any of us living
to see the sun rise on one day soon.
You, Dear Reader -- You are Amazing Grace.
You are a Precious Jewel.
                             
                                 Joan Baez   

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Damn everything but the circus!
                    e.e. cummings

Damn Everything But The Circus

Screen Print by Corita King

But The Circus

....letters of the alpabet frighten me terribly.
They are sly, shameless demons -- and dangerous! You open the inkwell, release them:
They run off-- and how will you ever get control of them again! They come to life, join, 
separate, ignore your commands, arrange themselves
as they like on the paper-- black, with tails and horns.
You scream at them and implore them in vain:
they do as they please. Prancing, pairing up shamelessly
before you, they deceitfully oppose what you did not wish
to reveal, and they refuse to give voice to what is struggling,
deep within your bowels, 
to come forth and speak to mankind.
                          
                            Nikos Kazantzakis




His costume was human frailty, human helplessness,
and his lot was the human lot
of one disaster after another, His comedy was misfortune
and his endearing grace the patience and dignity
with which he survived an existence
of interlinked catastrophes

                               Winston Brebner