Awash in the Memories

Last Night’s Art Reception at Barons Creek Vineyards

. . . really like a Byzantine city.

Willem de Kooning, describing New York City art culture

New York City is a Constantinople, a great Bazaar

Robert Motherwell

I woke this Sunday morning while it was still dark, and Paul Goodman’s poem “To Dawn” was in my head:

Gray-suited Dawn O Day

of many voices, ma-

            trix of moments, speak

            to and bring this thing I seek

My mind this morning is awash with memories of last night co-mingled with ideas and aspirations of what is yet to come. We attended the Spring Art Show last night, hosted by Eyes of Texas Fine Art Magazine, and the Barons Creek venue was perfection. I have had the rich pleasure of attending myriads of art openings, but this event far exceeded all my previous experiences. I cannot say enough Thank Yous to my friends who drove all this distance to be a part of this enchanting day. Please know that you are loved and appreciated.

For over a year now, I have been reading with delight New Art City: Manhattan at Mid-Century by Jed Perl. I finally finished the lengthy book a few days ago, and have no intention of letting its rich material fade from my memory. My experiences of Palestine, Texas, from the time I entered The Gallery at Redlands in 2017 till Sandi and I took over the lease last year, have had striking parallels to what I read about the New York City art scene. Stories ranging from the Abstract Expressionists, through the Pop Artists to the Minimalists have convinced me of the cohesive power art exudes over people looking for something meaningful to experience. After more than twenty years of this odyssey through the tangled woodpaths of festivals, exhibitions, competitions and parties, I truly believe I have found the multi-dimensional Byzantium in places including Palestine, Granbury, Cleburne, Crockett and Tyler, Texas.

Vol. 7 of the Magazine coming out next week
Publisher Gloria Hood and Me
Signing the Poster with Co-Cover Artist Sabrina Franklin

In the coming weeks, Palestine will have a party to launch the new Eyes of Texas magazine, volume 7. Our city will be featured in at least ten pages of advertisements including artists and businesses currently thriving in the area. Art, music, theater and literature are combining to inject a new, vital spirit in this community like never experienced before. I’m thrilled to feel this vortex of inspiration swirling round us, and invite any of you in the vicinity to come and experience the magic with us.

I cannot close without some pictures of my friends who made the long trip to be with us. Thanks to you all.

Gallery at Redlands artist Stacy Campbell with my wife and gallerist Sandi Jones
Stacy and Me
With Suzanne Severens, librarian and friend from the Martin High School days
Gloria sits for a Caricature
Friends Christine and Greg

With that, I now return to a day of grading stacks and stacks of essays and preparing for a class in the morning. I’m ecstatic that this will be my final semester and days ahead can be devoted to doing what I choose.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

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2 Responses to “Awash in the Memories”

  1. Dian Darr Says:

    So glad you and Sandi had a wonderful event! I wish we could have been there!

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    • davidtripp Says:

      We always love seeing you, but I fear you would have found this event quite noisy and tempestuous! I had a great time, but it was difficult to have good quality conversations with my friends with all the action going on around us. We can’t wait to see you too again!

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