Last Sunday atop the mountain. More to come. Promise.
Last Sunday atop the mountain. More to come. Promise.
Recently I visited Susan Hartung’s studio on North Street in downtown Pittsfield. Susan is getting ready for a retrospective of her work curated by Peter Dudek, which will be exhibited this September at the HVCC Teaching Gallery in Troy, NY.
Susan’s art encompasses painting, drawing and some photography. She is also a poet. Experiencing her work, be it by looking, reading, or listening is akin to walking in a meadow after it rained when the light and air is enchanting. Or perhaps very early in the morning when it’s still quiet and odds are favorable. It is a moment of clarity, a dearest memory, an openness.
Her’s is a study in mindfulness regardless of circumstances.
She has outwitted the grid and ruffled abstraction sincerely, playfully, unflinchingly. A photograph morphs into a drawing and colors into a painting. The line is a word and another word and another… Fragments aware of their own own fluidity and purpose. Rhetorical questions without irony.
Susan’s work, like she herself, emanates a luminosity. She recognizes the Beauty and Form of animal footprints on a snow covered ground. The real drama is found in keeping things going. Elements. Life.
She looks for lines. She looks for light. She sees from within and stays curious. She has a most lovely smile and eyes the color of a landscape far in the distance seen from a mountain top. And then there’s her laugh: youthful, unadulterated, affecting.
Susan’s work, both visual and poetry echoes that laugh of her’s. There is joy, even if sometimes on equal footing with sadness. A complexity runs throughout. Fragments can be both glimpses either into or out of something. Lines can be connected again. It is about connectedness, perhaps even about how things work or don’t in life, love, color theories, language.. A paint brush stroke on canvas, pencil line on paper, a poem that goes straight into the heart of what matters.
Susan Hartung’s retrospective, titled “Following The Line,” will be exhibited at HVCC September 18th through October 25th. The opening reception will take place on Thursday, September 18th 4:00 – 6:00 pm.
I have posted one of Susan’s poems, “The Insistence of Hope,” in a previous post here.
My The Magic Woods workshop is happening this Sunday, June 22nd starting at 10:00 am.
If you’re interested in participating please register ASAP. This is a fun, instructive and inspiring workshop designed to help you see things in a different way and it’s a great opportunity to spend some time outdoors as we take couple of short hikes.
Mountains and forests abound in rich symbolism which can represent emotional, spiritual or mental states. Nature’s summits and woods, powerful in their permanence and immovability, have often been associated with personal quests, overcoming obstacles, seeking inner knowledge. Artists and writers have been inspired by the majesty of mountains and the mystery of forests in a variety of ways. Herman Melville imagined Mt. Greylock as a massive great white whale and that vision fueled him to write one of the best American stories, “Moby Dick.“
The Magic Woods is a one-day photographic workshop in which we will learn ways of transforming the physical splendor and awesomeness of Mt. Greylock and its surrounding forest, by creating images which suggest a narrative beyond the subject matter’s natural attributes.
We will utilize and understand the creative impacts of the natural elements: light, shadow, wind, and time of day with the technical aspects of our cameras: lenses, f-stops, exposure. How something is perceived makes all the difference creatively. We can find our own versions of Melville’s whale.
All levels of photographic skill are welcome.
How something is perceived makes all the difference creatively. We can find our own versions of Melville’s whale.
Where: Atop and around Mt. Greylock’s summit (meet in Bascom Lodge on the porch), Adams, MA.
When: Sunday, June 22nd, 10:00 am – 4:30 pm
Cost: $75 (includes hot & cold beverages and breakfast pastries at the beginning of the workshop and bottled water for our photo hike
To Register: email me to signup and for further details: email@example.com
Insistence of Hope
When I think how long
I wanted you
to be other,
I can hardly fault
the cat who,
at the kitchen door,
asks to be let out
through the porch.
by Susan Hartung from Inclusions, a book of her poems published by An Elephant Tree House Book in 2011
Susan Hartung is an artist and poet. A retrospective of her work will be exhibited this September at HVCC Teaching Gallery in Troy New York.
“The final strength in really great photographs is that they suggest more than just what they show literally. Photography and poetry center on metaphor.” ~ Robert Adams
I’m delighted to announce four upcoming workshops I’ll be teaching this summer in the beautiful Berkshires of Western Massachusetts!
These short but intensely productive, informative and inspiring workshops are designed to encourage creative thinking and application. Each class gives a unique learning opportunity with hands-on exercises, relevant presentations, and group discussions. Both fun and challenging, these workshops will expand your existing skills and teach you new ways of being engaged in the creative process.
Please check in here again to find individual posts for each upcoming class with further details. Happy photographing y’all!!!
Schedule of Workshops and locations:
Sunday, June 22nd: The Magic Woods will take place atop Mount Greylock, Adams, Massachusetts. In this photographic workshop we will learn ways of transforming the physical splendor and awesomeness of Mt. Greylock and its surrounding forest by creating images that suggest a narrative beyond the subject matter’s natural attributes.
The following three workshops will take place at IS183 Art School of the Berkshires:
Saturday, July 12th: Hands on Camera
Saturday & Sunday, July 26th & 27th: Capturing Summer
Saturday, August 9th: Cultivating Your Artwork: Inspiration and the Creative Process
Please contact me with any questions or comments at firstname.lastname@example.org
Those unavoidable forks in the road. Where does this phrase come from anyway? It’s just that when I think of the proverbial fork in the road, by default I get anxious. Major decisions. Making a choice. A sense of not being able to go back. The implication for standing in front of those metaphorical paths is that they are going in two vastly different direction. There’s also the hint that one path might just be better then the other, so you better think about this good… But a fork, an actual fork is really not that dramatic. Taken literally those roads to decide on would run pretty close to one another. In parallel really. One can jump over and back. Now that makes me feel better already.
A ‘fork’ in Polish is ‘widelec’ and no one would say there is a widelec in the road.. well, they might but then that would be a warning for you to watch out and not step on it.
Some decisions change everything. Some decisions are irreversible. Some decisions are made for you. History will tell if it was right or wrong. Either way there’ll be a story to tell.
Around the time I was eleven I fell in love with Polish history. We lived in Warsaw then. I wonder sometimes what would my life be like have my family not made the decision to move?
And now I’m off to the studio for a Sunday afternoon of printing.
Work in progress: Fragments of Solitude.
A few days away from NYC.
A few walks in the woods. Trees have such personalities.
Going back and forward at once.
More – much more soon.