Join William Scully, Ralph Levesque and me on Saturday, March 16 from 4:30 – 6:30 pm for an Opening Reception and Artists Talk at the Fairfield Public Library’s Kershner Gallery. The show is a brilliant exploration of emergence = the process of coming into view or becoming exposed after being concealed. Come enjoy original art, delicious nibbles and wine! I look forward to seeing you. Bruce S. Kershner Gallery Fairfield Public Library 1080 Old Post Road Fairfield, CT 06824 PLUS…Don’t Miss “Jazzed Up!” live performance: Fairfield Public Library; Saturday, April 27; 2:30 – 4:30 pm
Who needs holiday gems? Save these dates and come find one-of-a-kind gifts! OPEN STUDIOS Bridgeport Arts Trail weekend @ NEST Arts Factory 1720 Fairfield Avenue, Studio #18, Bridgeport Saturday, November 10, 10 am – 5 pm Sunday, November 11, 10 am – 5 pm HOLIDAY POP-UP MARKET @ Fairfield Museum 370 Beach Road, Fairfield Friday, November 16, 12 – 4 pm Saturday, November 17, 10 am – 4 pm I look forward to seeing you!
The journey of a young girl in life and a small Victorian porcelain doll in a poem is captured in this beautiful sculpture series.
“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach, waiting for a gift from the sea.” – Anne Morrow Lindbergh
MOTHER’S DAY @ NEST ARTS FACTORY Saturday, May 12, 2 – 5 pm What’s new at my studio? Come find out! Bring your daughter, your mother or just yourself to celebrate Mother’s Day with me and 30+ other artists at NEST Arts Factory this Saturday, May 12 from 2-5 pm. Come enjoy original art, delicious nibbles and wine! I look forward to seeing you.
I seem to be drawn to historic male poets from Maine, who speak of life and death …. and driftwood. It is a parallel and blessing that is continually unfolding and absolutely thrilling. The Fire of Drift-wood By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o’er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port, The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, The lighthouse, the dismantled fort, The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night, …
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche