Return to Grass

From Philadelphia City Paper Thursday, 5 June, 2008

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Lori Hill’s First Friday Hit List

 

Published: Jun 3, 2008

 

Pentimenti Gallery

Overlook, by Mauro Zamora, mixed media on paper, 2008 (detail)    

Overlook, by Mauro Zamora, mixed media on paper, 2008 (detail)
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Pentimenti has assembled an impressive group of artists for “Summer Journeys, Summer Dreams,” a collection of works in a thought-provoking variety of materials. Let’s start with Heather Hutchison’s work in beeswax on Plexiglas. She uses the beeswax-like paint to create translucent, dynamic panels that change with the movement of light and reflection. Using everything from nails to resin to glitter, Darlene Charneco explores suburban sprawl and open land from an aerial perspective. Paul Villinski touches on the idea of metamorphosis on several levels by recycling beer cans he collected on NYC streets into sculptures of butterflies. Similarly, Aurora Robson spins junk mail, plastic bottles and other waste into works that reflect her interests in string theory and organic forms. Mauro Zamora’s interiors and landscapes are deceptively simple in their use of color and line; trees and furniture are reduced to near-silhouettes, but just under the surface of each lies a mystery. Of special note is the work of Ben Roosevelt. He calls his recent group of drawings “The Reconnaissance Devices,” and the artist really does put the viewer in charge of uncovering the happenings in his work. A single figure is isolated on a white background in curious or not-so-curious stances. Roosevelt intends the drawings to be “a moral test for viewers” inasmuch as we have to decide whether what is coming is good or bad for the subject. Yikes — that’s a lot of responsibility. Let’s think positive, people.

Opens Fri., June 6, 6-8:30 p.m., runs through July 12, 145 N. Second St., 215-625-9990, pentimenti.com.

 

Wednesday, 4 June, 2008

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If you’d like to read my first grade play… Sunday, 1 June, 2008

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The Queen Bee

 

A first grade play based on the Grimm’s fairy tale

 

 

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Cast:

Simpleton

2 brothers

Ant king and 5 ants

                        5 Ducks

Queen bee and 4 bees

2 stone horses/ musicians

Little grey man

3 princesses

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Entering Song:  Throught the sunlit meadows

                        And  leafy glades we sing.

                        As side by side and merrily

                        We go a-wandering.

                        Two clever brothers, sons of a king

                        Set out to find what their fortunes would bring.

                        Tra la la la, tra la la la,

                        Tra la la la, tra la la la.

 

Song:            Listen as we sing and tell

 How Simpleton became the king so well.

 So kind he was to all he met

 That he slowly but surely did win the bet,

 While his two brothers who were so clever

  Thought they should rule the land forever.

 

All:     Twas long ago the two set out.

            Both far and wide they wandered about.

              Away so long the brothers did stay

              That Simpleton thought he’d make his way.

 

Brothers: Poor little Simpleton stands no chance at all.

              He’s not very clever, and he is rather small.

              But as long as he has come all this way,

              I suppose he might as well stay.

 

Glockenspiel

 

All:            Onward together the three did go

              Until they came to an anthill below.

              The two eldest brothers were ready for fun.

              And thought that some mischief should quickly be done.

 

Brothers: Oh, an anthill! We should destroy it!

              To see ants creep about—we would enjoy it!

 

All:             In stepped Simpleton to rescue the ants.

              Listen to how he took his stance:

 

Simpleton: Leave the creatures in peace.

              I will not allow you to disturb them.

 

Glockenspiel

 

All:            And so they went on to a lovely blue lake

              With so many ducks, for goodness’ sake!

 

Brothers: To roast a couple, now that will do!

              No one will miss just one or two.

 

All:             Up stepped Simpleton to rescue the birds.

              Now listen carefully… These were his words:

 

Simpleton: Leave the creatures in peace.

              I will not suffer you to kill them.

 

Glockenspiel

 

All:             Next they came to a sunny bee hive

              With so many bees, good gracious alive!

              All around the tree flowed honey.

              The two eldest brothers thought it looked very yummy.

 

Brothers: Around this tree, let us build a fire.

              Then we shall have this honey for ours.

 

All:             Up stepped Simpleton to rescue the birds.

              Listen now—These were his words:

 

Simpleton: Leave the creatures in peace.

              I will not allow you to burn them.

 

Glockenspiel

 

 

All:             At last they came to a castle of stone,

              But all they saw were stone horses alone.

              They wandered around in the royal house,

              Where not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

              At the end of the hall, they at last found a door

              With one, two, three locks secure.

              Inside the room sat a little gray man.

 

3:            Let’s call him out as best as we can!

 

Song:             Knock, knock, knock,

              Please open the door.

              Knock, knock, knock,

              We’ll try just once more.

              Knock, knock, knock,

              Now that makes three.

              Please little grey man,

              Open up for me.

 

All:             Once, twice, thrice they called

              Until he stood and came out in the hall.

              Without saying a word, he invited them in

              Where they’d eat their fill and a restful night spend.

              All through the night they took their rest.

              Then in the morning, he gave them a test.

 

              At first the eldest came to the stone table

              To prove whether or not he was worthy and able.

              Right there on the table were inscribed three tasks.

              If done, the castle would be free at last.

              The one to succeed would be king alone,

              The ones who did not would be turned into stone.

 

              In the forest beneath the moss,

              A thousand of the princess’s pearls were lost.

              Every single pearl should be found

              And returned to the castle before the sun went down.

 

Glockenspiel

 

              When the first brother went out to search the ground,

              Only one hundred of the princess’s pearls were found.

              Just as the words on the table had shown,

              The eldest brother was turned into stone.

 

              Glockenspiel

 

              The next day the second brother was ready to try,

              But only two hundred pearls could he find.

              What happened next might already be known.

              This brother, too, was turned into stone.

 

              Glockenspiel

 

              On the third day, Simpleton was ready to go,

              But the pearls were so many, and his searching was slow.

              Then Simpleton sat down and started to weep

              When along came the ants and put the pearls in a heap.

              The king of the ants with five thousand more

              Remembered how Simpleton had helped them before.

 

              Glockenspiel

 

              When Simpleton came to task number two,

              It brought him back to the lake deep and blue.

              Somewhere below was the princess’s key,

              And when he looked out, whom did he see?

              Ready to help bring Simpleton luck

              Were his old familiar friends, the ducks!

              From below the surface of the deep blue water,

              They brought him the key of the good king’s daughter.

 

              Glockenspiel

 

              The last task for Simpleton would be the toughest:

              From among the king’s daughters to find the youngest.

              But each daughter looked the same as the next,

              And Simpleton could not tell which daughter was which.

              The only difference was a little bit funny:

              One had had sugar, one syrup, one honey.

              Then out to taste the lips of the three

              Came whom do you think but the old Queen Bee.

              When on the lips of the youngest she came to rest,

              Simpleton knew he had passed the test.

 

              At last the enchantment was finally over,

              And all in the kingdom their form could recover.

              Simpleton gave the princess a wedding ring,

              And when the time had come, he became the new king.

             

What happened, you ask, to Simpleton’s brothers?

They were married as well—to the princess’s sisters!

             

 

Song:             Listen as we sing and tell,

              How Simpleton became the king so well.

              We was gentle and kind in every endeavor,

              So joy was returned to the kingdom forever.

 

My New Niece Tuesday, 1 April, 2008

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Joanna Newsom loves seahorses Saturday, 8 March, 2008

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Omar Saturday, 8 March, 2008

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Meet our new fella. We pick him up on Monday.

 

stuff white people like Friday, 7 March, 2008

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Stuff white people like: multilingual children or being the only white person around, for example

From the bicycle entry: White women have a lot of fantasies about idealized lives, and one of them is living in Europe and riding around an old city on one of these bikes. They dream about waking up and riding to a little cafe, then visiting bakeries and cheese shops and finally riding home to prepare a fancy meal for their friends who will all eat under a canopy with white Christmas lights. This information can be used to help gain the trust/admiration of a white woman, especially if you can pull off a lie about how your mother told you about how she used to do all of these things when she was younger.

And of course, it goes without saying that white people who ride bikes like to talk about how they are saving the earth. If you know a person who rides to work, you should take them aside and say “Hey, thanks. Sincerely, The Earth.” Then give a thumbs up. That white person will ride home on a cloud.


 

Did you know Wednesday, 5 March, 2008

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Background info: In my class, we use no textbooks. The children have blank books in which they draw and write their lesson material.

Little boy: “Um, do you know beer and rum and stuff like that?”

Me: “Yes”

Boy: “Well, did you know that in these books people use to put those things that are in beer and rum and, well you know, those things… They would put them in these books, and there’d be all this white powder!”

Me: “Oh, is that right?”

Boy: “Yeah, and that’s what’s in cigarettes, too!”

Nearby little girl: “Cigarettes… ooh, gross!”

Me: “Gross is right.”

 

Tuesday, 26 February, 2008

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Mi & L’au:

Mi and L’au met in Paris a few years back. Mi is Finnish and was working as a model to make ends meet and L’au (who’s French) was working in the music industry (soundtracks, I think). They fell deeply and immediately in love, and after a short period of moving from apartment to apartment in Paris, they gave everything up and decided to move to the woods in Finland, so they could be alone together in peace and to spend their time discovering each other and their music. They live in a small cabin in complete isolation with the barest of essentials and they spend virtually all their time making music together in solitude.

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Follow up Monday, 25 February, 2008

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Fionn Regan is an Irish singer-songwriter. Dylanesque. Here’s a sample.