Showing posts with label art glass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art glass. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

A LOOK BACK AT MARYHILL

Yesterday, we left Stephenson, WA and drove to Vancouver.  I spent two hours at the Maryhill Museum and thought I'd display some of their ceramics and glassware. The collection is not massive. They also have a crafts collection. The beaded vase above is the only item that "spoke" to me from the collection which had a mix of furnishings, jewelry and other objects.

One case contained a collection of antique glassware like the vase above. Some beautiful stuff worth a trip out if its your favorite "thing." I have a friend who collects antique glass and its lovely, delicate, highly prized stuff.
Ceramics are among my favorite things. The collection here isn't extensive and I may have snapped a picture of  every pot and bowl they had. What's nice is they are all originals.
A sculpin fish teapot was my favorite.
My friend Donna Voorhees makes similar lidded bowls and I own one. I use it for one thing, to make bread pudding. Somehow, the bread pudding, my own recipe, turns out best when baked in this type of  bowl.
I own a yellow bowl, not as pretty as this plate. Yellow is one of my favorite colors and not all that common with ceramicists. Mine I use for pasta dishes with a cream base and a sprig of bright green garnish.
 This piece has a lot of character and appears to be Adam and Eve enjoying the fruits of their table.
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Glass work I know nothing about except that it takes a special type of furnace to work with it. The results are beautiful. The Maryhill collection was quite conservative. I've seen spectacular fused glass in galleries all over the U.S. that appeal to me.  The vase, (below) was wonderfully iridescent, fused, my favorite from the collection and I'd like to take it home.

 The next couple days, I will be visiting with Damiann Kegney, a friend of my son's.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

BIKING PROVINCETOWN-A WICKEDLY WONDERFUL PUB

Yesterday, we set out on our bikes to find a crumbling old wharf we'd seen from atop the Pilgrims Monument. And, we expected to poke around town and look-see Commercial Street. Biking on this narrow, one-way street can be heart stopping as you sidle by within inches of slow moving cars and trucks.
 We found the old wharf and it didn't disappoint. Beautiful in its decaying state; stubbornly hanging on; slowly giving over to the birds and barnacles.
We lingered, knowing it may be gone the next time we visit New England. In its heyday, there were 119 wharves serving Provincetown. Five remain.
Biking is a cool and pleasant way to beat the heat. In town, I stopped at several places that caught my eye. Edel's Stained Glass sits on a corner and twinkles at you as the light catches a rainbow of colored glass. Inside, refreshingly original pieces, some with lacy  lead work,  all vibrant and unique. You can commission a work or pick from delicious choices.
You can find her at www.edelbyrne.com

 At Forbidden Fruit, I was attracted to beautiful masks and learned from the proprietor, the masks are made by an Italian Craftsman, Frank Ciccamore, a very low key guy who worked on several award winning movies, providing the costuming.  The proprietor/partner, below, was unsure how to spell Frank's name.
The Venetian Masks were wonderful, in any case. He had nice stuff, jewelry, garden and home decor, treasures  from around the world. On line he is :www.EatMyApple.com
And then we stopped at this wonderfully storied pub called Old Colony Tap. It appeared to have been built when Massachusetts was still a colony. The wood, old and scarred, the eclectic assortment of oddities clinging to the walls and ceilings was nothing to the stories told us by Proprietor/Partner, George Green.
When asked how long he'd been working here, he told us the Pub belonged to his his grandmother who died at age 94, about 50 years ago. His Great Grandfather was Skerry Jack, one of the men who helped move buildings (and people) off the dangerous Long Point, called Helltown,  and into Provincetown, something we'd learned about in the Highlands Museum.  He was a walking history book.
  A local artist once whiled away many happy hours painting people who hung out at the bar. Now deceased, George told us. There are probably 30 of these portraits hanging about.
Jim remembered a marvelous bar in Buckley, WA. called 747 Main. The proprietor, a gold toothed former vaudevillian loved to entertain. She opened her bar from 6 p.m. to midnight, every Saturday, and entertained and sang with a great deal of charade, using mustaches, and costume props. At midnight, the ritual she introduced was for everyone to stand, hold hands and sing God Bless America. Then exit.
George told us of his favorite bar experience from Garden Grove, California. His then girlfriend told him they were going to a classy joint with a dress code, and he needed a tie. In the 60's, eight bucks was a princely sum to pay for a tie, but he fancied up. She took him to this bar where they were met at the door by the guy who enforces the dress code. He snipped off his brand new tie with a scissors. "There must have been 1200 of them hanging around the place," he laughed.
   We stopped at George's sister establishment, the Surf Club, for a bowl of wonderful chowder and steamer clams. Is life on the road good? Or what?

Sunday, June 6, 2010

NEW BEDFORD WHALING NATIONAL HISTORIC PARK MASSACHUSETTS

The waterfront of New Bedford is the heart and soul of this city. Now, for its active fleet of excellent scallop, shrimp, mussels, cod, clams and lobster men,  and historically for the worlds largest whaling industry.
New Bedford whaling  stretched 'round the world to the frigid waters of the Arctic, the South Seas,  Alaska, the South Seas, South America to Hudson's Bay. Fishermen of every race and color lived and died to light up the world with whale oil. Whaling made great fortunes for a few upon the grueling hard work of  brave sailors who stood the rolling decks and chased the largest mammal on earth with a strong arm and a sharp spear. They were a religious lot as they faced each new voyage with a prayer that they might return. Their wives and families had to be independent and strong as they too prayed their men would return.
Many of the citizens of this town are descendants of these whalers.  In the late 1960's and early 1970's, when the old buildings and warehouses were degrading, and progressives anxious to tear them down, the citizens managed to save the the essential aspects of the still working, 13 block waterfront. It is now designated as National Historical Park Massachusetts. The park  designates preservation and protection but individual groups own and operate the buildings, including the best Whaling Museum in the world.

Great leviathan skeletons hang three floors above the open gallery below. Difficult to photograph as you can imagine.


 A small blue whale, only 48 feet long, washed up on shore approximately 10 years ago. It sits next to a whaler small boat, the kind the whalers used to attack the giants. The bones were soaked in cow and elephant manure to draw the oil out of the bones. New Bedford was used as the setting for the book, Moby Dick by Herman Melville.

Tools of the trade were simple. These shoes were worn by men expected to climb aboard the slippery giants as it was winched aboard and cut up for rendering. They needed weather hardy clothing, knives, spears, perhaps a bible, paper, pen, tobacco and gloves.


Quarters were tight. The beds so short, we wouldn't be able to stretch out in them. The area was stifling hot and had to enclose their sea chests containing personal belongings. The sitting  area, just the free flooring space, was approximately ten by eight. Most spent their free time on deck during the day.

Many artistic renderings of what it was like to be a whaler. The danger, the drama of the hunt and the high seas.  But the real story is told in the sailors journals through drawings, plaintive prayers, letters home,

Boredom between sightings gave them time to write, draw and carve. The scrimshaw collection in this museum is vast and of  high quality. Carving helped while away long confined hours. The sailors told stories, played cards and sometimes fought with their mates.


Portrait of a "Friend". Many Quakers settled this area, and some Ship Captains were Quakers as well. They often faced a conflicting conscience about how little their men were paid and how they lived aboard the ships. The Friends played a significant role in New Bedford. They paid  Blacks equal wages. They didn't sneak in a bit of  illegal slave trade on their boats when they ranged afar, as some did. And, the underground railroad flourished here with much help from the Friends.
The story of the escaped slave Frederick Douglass is here, the only known painting of him; his growth as a great orator and champion of freedom. There are great anecdotes here from his children.   
With 500, and later over 600 boats sailing from New Bedford alone, with nearby whaling in Nantucket and whaling in Monterey and Carmel California, the whales were hunted to scarcity. The Whalers from New Bedford challenged the waters of the Arctic with help from the Inupiat Indians of Barrow, Alaska. The Norwegians also launched a huge whaling industry. And, in recent years, Japan. They've finally quit hunting whales within the last four years.
 But, it was petroleum saved the whales from outright extinction, and the people of New Bedford have saved this wonderful place for us.

The cobblestone streets have been preserved. A walk around the district has many historic buildings.

 This bank building, for instance. It was two banks. The Captains entered on the right. The skilled laborers on the left. Two banks in one and the same building.
 The Mariners home, The Seaman's Bethel, (house of God). More on the Bethel another day.


The last old time whaling boat The Ernestine, that sailed from New Bedford sits unfurled in the harbor.
This is a fantastic museum of a major world port. When the whale hunting slowly gave way, the city turned to textiles and a major glass industry. All is here to learn from and enjoy.

Friday, April 17, 2009

ROMPING THROUGH THE MOTHER LODE


If you want rollicking laughter, Neil Simons Barefoot In The Park opens tonight and plays through May 17th at 208 S. Green St. , Sonora. Stage 3 theatre. Call 209 536-1778 for info.
The 30th annual Old Mill Run, Saturday, Columbia Park begins registration at 7 a.m. Call 209 586-4802.
The 5th Annual Wild and Scenic Environmental Film Festival stops at Newsome Harlow Tasting Room, Saturday, Main St. Murphys at 6:30 p.m. starting with wine tasting. The Greening Of Southie shows at 7:45 p.m. Admission free.
Big Band Meets Latin featuring Mario Flores Latin Jazz Band at 7:30 p.m. in the Dogwood Theatre Columbia College, Saturday, April 18th., call 209-588-5211.
Blues Jam spreads to Murphys, Saturday 1-6 p.m. at the Nugget Bar in Murphys. Individual artists and bands are welcome to join the jam, full bands are limited to three, on a first come basis. Free admission.
Sheron Mc Carthy Scholarship Concert 2p.m. Sunday, at the Bret Harte Theatre in Angels Camp. Tickets at the door.
A dessert tasting contest (a benefit) will be held at Sonora Elks Lodge Sunday, April 19 from 2-4 p.m. Desserts from local restaurants, yum! Call 209 533-1397.
The 60th Annual Columbia Wine tasting 1-4 p.m. Columbia Park, Sunday.
The Sierra Rock Garden Society will hold a free Spring Garden Tour from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m.-free. Five local gardens will be featured. Call 209 532-8094.
There is a children's fair, numerous art happenings, a classic car run, open air markets and more this weekend in the Mother Lode.
Next week April 21-25 think about catching the 16th Annual Art Glass Show with a Saturday reception 11-4 at My Glass Shop, 291 South Washington St., Sonora. And the fast draw contest April 24 & 25 at the Mother Lode Gun Club on Jamestown Rd. in Sonora. Fun for everybody.