Stephen Croeser
From the poem WHAT TO REMEMBER WHEN WAKING by David Whyte
Now, looking through
the slanting light
of the morning
window
toward
the mountain
presence
of everything
that can be,
what urgency
calls you to your
one love? What shape
waits in the seed
of you to grow
and spread
its branches
against a future sky?
Read the whole poem here.
Stephen Croeser. See Stephen's Face Book albums here.
When describing his work, South African artist, Stephen Croeser said "Architecture as metaphor might be a good starting place .... the threshold or portal .... here and there .... doorways, dimensions etc ..... yet also mark, music, time death, loss, longing, the spritual, memory, energy, and attempts to keep art and life integrated ..... "
Stephen Croeser. Ink, acrylic and pencil on paper. See more here and here
"When space and time are in short supply I tend to work on paper with ink and other water based mediums. It is a way of staying connected and also serves as a means to explore ideas, compositions or territories rapidly. One could say there exists some form of symbiosis between the drawings and the paintings, the mediums being very different with regards to viscosity and the speed at which one can work. However, these distinctions often blur or break down completely.
The creative process remains a mysterious one, one that, I admit, I do not fully understand. it is experiment, discovery and exploration that are the compelling agents at work here. Thankfully there is much that remains mysterious and hidden to us all." - Stephen Croeser
Stephen Croeser. See Stephens Face Book albums here
Photo by Elena Burj. Found here.
Photo by Avril on Flickr. See more here
Photo by racons on Flickr. See photo stream here.
Window Lighting by Beverly Slone. See Flickr photo stream here
Daniella Witte. See more here.
Passage Way 1 by Eric on Flickr. Click here.
View by Anne Valeur Erichsen. See Anne's Flickr photo stream here
Jennifer Smith. Click here to see Jennifer's Flickr photo stream
Joy Harjo's poem,
Perhaps the World Ends Here,
brings home the sense of family we feel
when sitting around the kitchen table
.....or any table for that matter.
A Table where family and good friends
gather to eat and catch up
with whatever is happening
in their day to day lives ....
Kenne Gregoire. See website here
PERHAPS THE WORLD ENDS HERE by Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what,
we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table.
So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe
at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what
it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts
of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms
around our children. They laugh with us at our poor
falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back
together once again at the table.
The table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella
in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place
to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate
the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared
our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow.
We pray of suffering and remorse.
We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table,
while we are laughing and crying,
eating of the last bite.
Kenne Gregoire. See Kenne's website here.
Anna Williams. See website here and interview here
Katie Quinn Davies. See website here
Hannah Queen. See more at Hannah's Flickr photo stream, here
Anna Gawlak. See more here.
Philippa Stanton. Click here to see more of this Table series
Philippa Stanton. See more here
Philippa Stanton (This one's for Leslie and Donna :-)
I've written about the kitchen table of my childhood here and posted On The Table here . Perhaps there's a message for me in these posts.
