‘Round three fifteen Ron and I walked over to 15th and ate tacos al fresco. After we ate Ron told me all about this fabulous new concoction at the DQ. He and Tom stopped in Sedro-Wooley (David’s home town) on Sunday and they got themselves some treats. I believe it was something about almonds, chocolate and caramel…and now I can’t stop thinking about it.
Robin Dreyer took this great photo of David last week and I want to share with you…
Thanks Robin, for sending us that pic. It’s also available on the Penland Website as the “photo of the week”.
As you know, David remained in Penland after teaching during Session 3 and is taking a class by Hank Adams in glass casting. You can check out the progress of the class HERE as someone is posting. Looks like hot sticky fun.
David will be home by the end of the week and as with Ron, I look forward to seeing what he’s done. I will of course, share what I find with you.
Mary asked that I post Father’s Keys text on the website. Let’s preview here on the blog:
From David’s statement aboaut Father’s Keys sent to Kathryn Gremley at Penland Gallery:
“This piece can be hung on the wall or it could be suspended in mid air over a pedestal. Your choice… I hope that is ok. I have not written out any definitive statement about the piece but it started with a collection of keys that I found at an auction and kept in my studio for a time. Periodically I would look through them and read the tags that were attached to the keys. I started thinking them as a metaphor for what was going on with my aging parents and to a lesser degree myself as I look forward to the next half of my life. These keys were once not just useful but crucial to the workings of a family. The big tag that says “Father’s Keys” seems to have been written long ago by the son or daughter of someone who had passed or who was no longer the keeper of there own stuff. This seemed kind of sad but kind of dear. The keys that had been so necessary had become objects that were nice to have around and were filled with memory and meaning but were no longer needed in the way they had once been needed. As my parents aged they became like the keys beautiful and loved and valued for the role they once played but more a reminder of the past than a passage way to the future. The organic moss-like work that inhabits the space represents time and what happens as we age. A few keys remain free… perhaps these are the last remaining opportunities one has in life to tie up loose ends, learn humility, or to make piece with all the decisions that have brought us to this place, or perhaps these represent the doors we had available but never opened. The ghostly hands for me are symbols of the stages of life and the work that we have done that now exists only in memory and consequence. As I worked on this piece my mother’s time on earth came to an end and my father started to become more frail and in need of more looking after. This is also the first piece that I could not sit down to work on without first putting on my glasses. The keys on my chain are growing moss and I can’t seem to make them stop…”
I hope you have a great week and we’ll talk again Monday next!