<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968</id><updated>2009-11-11T05:37:55.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the RED CROW anthologies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-8956202134021504899</id><published>2009-03-14T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:10:36.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hollie Chastain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gallery Closing'/><title type='text'>See you Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SbvymhlIxZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EifwJwHgqdc/s1600-h/leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SbvymhlIxZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EifwJwHgqdc/s400/leaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313106929076716946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We still have some gorgeous artwork on display...stop by before the end of the month! Like this beautiful collage by &lt;a href="http://www.holliechastain.com/"&gt;Hollie Chastain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-8956202134021504899?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8956202134021504899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=8956202134021504899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/8956202134021504899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/8956202134021504899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/see-you-later.html' title='See you Later'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SbvymhlIxZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EifwJwHgqdc/s72-c/leaving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-7506164452389257734</id><published>2009-03-14T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:07:45.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving the Nest</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much consideration and a short, but rewarding 4 months, we’ve decided that we have to close up shop.  We’d like to thank everyone (especially the art buyers and artists themselves) for their wonderful support. We are leaving the space at the end of the month and the show ‘For the Birds’ will be pulled down on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have yet to see the space or are still contemplating on a piece in the gallery, please come by or contact directly. 530.272.4154. We're open 11-6 most days. Sundays 12-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing is everything, as we know. After leasing the space for two years, the Gallery was my last little hope to hold on to it, but it may have been a bit futile. My hope is that I will refocus on my other projects, work from home again and that maybe in the future, I will be able to bring the RED CROW back in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who want to continue to follow the artists we’ve carried in the shop, you can still link to the blog  and buy from the artists directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s to a prosperous and healthy 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget to support the arts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid Nelson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-7506164452389257734?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7506164452389257734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=7506164452389257734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/7506164452389257734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/7506164452389257734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaving-nest.html' title='Leaving the Nest'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-4781317730634591209</id><published>2009-03-02T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:22:31.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and A Pocket Full of Rye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lieutenant General'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Diver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubleparlour'/><title type='text'>The Lieutenant General, The Diver, and A Pocket Full of Rye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaxaGfmtHQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/6m3skndpAvI/s1600-h/Lieutenant-General.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you first become interested in creating art together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our collaboration grew out of the desire to both sell artwork &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5165155"&gt;on-line&lt;/a&gt; and create work together. We formed Doubleparlour in 2007. We were curious about the effect of creating paintings and prints together where we both shared the process from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you find most rewarding with the collaborative process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is most rewarding being able to bounce ideas off of each other and have someone to critique a work in progress. Each of our individual ideas and approaches to creating vary greatly and at times we inspire or surprise each other. We also balance each other's strengths and weaknesses as far as the business aspects of customer service, shipping, and promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What are your artistic influences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both influenced by nature, human emotions and reasoning, architecture, decay and the irony in everyday life. We also find inspiration from many different artists. Here are a few: Tiffany Bozic, Tara Tucker, Alex Gross, Eva Hesse, Andrew Schoultz, Swoon, and street art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What have you used/learned from another artist lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we would like to give credit to artist &lt;a href="http://www.bunnywax.com/sculptures/index.html"&gt;John Casey&lt;/a&gt; for his polymer clay tutorial on the art and culture website FecalFace. His tutorial described his process of working with polymer clay which lead to our own experiments with this medium which we now embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you trying to communicate with your art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we are trying to create a subtle narrative with a sense of mystery. Any one object, conversation, etc can be interpreted in so many different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You do both sculpture and two-dimensional works. How do you decide which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;process will work best for your expressions. Do you ever have crossover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;characters, ones that end up as both illustration and sculpture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few crossover characters between illustration and sculpture, one example is the Shohin character. A &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Shohin is a small bonsai under 10 inches. See samples here: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doubleparlour/3178810948/"&gt;Sculpture&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_transaction.php?transaction_id=11830923"&gt;Illustration&lt;/a&gt; . I think for both of us, sometimes the idea dictates the medium and other times the need to create a sculpture or print for a gallery show or our on-line store will fuel the project. Our individual process of creating varies greatly. Ernie delves right into creating a piece once the idea has formed in his head and makes decisions on colors and final composition as he goes along. Cassandra prefers to plan a piece completely beforehand which involves sketches, references and decisions on placement, color and composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We just opened the "Bird"  show on Valentine's Day and people were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately drawn to the 3 sculptures we have here in the Gallery (see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;photos above).  Could you tell us a little about how you make them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three pieces are made of polymer clay which is hand formed and baked at a low temperature. They are then finished with acrylic paint and matte and/or gloss varnish. Some of the pieces are mixed media incorporating such items as twigs, antique doll parts, antique keys and architectural elements, and railroad miniatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I think what draws me in most to your work is the sense of CHARACTER there.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;One gets the feeling that there are individual stories behind the pieces.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Small fictions that accompany "the Diver" and "Hoagie"  for example. I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;curious if you have a personality in mind when you create them, or does this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;form after the creation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do enjoy creating characters and that usually begins with a idea and basic form. A lot of times it is a matter of putting different elements together to create a piece. I think the story grows our of the character's development as it is being created. Usually there are parts of a story in each piece of artwork, like a movie without an ending. We like to leave some of the interpretation to the viewer.  The Hoagie character was inspired by the wondrous world of &lt;a href="http://www.edwardgoreyhouse.org/"&gt;Edward Gorey's&lt;/a&gt; characters. Hoagie is meant to be a somewhat odd and contemplative creature. He is like one of those people who don't need the approval of others yet whose gentle nature make them quite likable. People always try to guess what Hoagie is, some comments we've heard is that he looks like a worm, pickle or seal, or a character from Eraser Head movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How important is humor in your work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it is not an aspect of all of our work, it is very important sometimes in order to express  hidden meanings or to just have fun with the work. With art, the beauty of it is that it doesn't have to make sense. This is part of what allows viewer interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My favorite piece that we have here at the shop is 'The Diver'.  How did this particular character come about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie created the Diver while imagining how it would appear as a large sculpture in a public space, if the miniatures where scaled to human size. There is also the small human figures in the cave. What are they running from or to and what is the relationship with the albatross? We will leave the answers to the viewer, it is nice to create a sense of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You both have 'Regular' jobs outside making artwork. What influence does your daily life play in your creation process?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it does eat up a lot of time that could be spent creating. Really, both of our regular jobs are completely separate life from creating artwork. Although, some ideas for projects do form out of activities or conversations from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;And our completely RANDOM question to end it all: In honor of our love of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;poetry and posting here at the crow bulletin board. What is your favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;poem of all time (to each of you individually)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie-&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Parker's "Resume"&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra-&lt;br /&gt;T.S. Eliot "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-3114110726163438633?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/3114110726163438633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=3114110726163438633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/3114110726163438633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/3114110726163438633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/doubleparlour-interview.html' title='DoubleParlour Interview'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-1564302295914365372</id><published>2009-03-02T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:19:20.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorthy Parker and TS Eliot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Résumé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razors pain you;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers are damp;&lt;br /&gt;Acids stain you;&lt;br /&gt;And drugs cause cramp.&lt;br /&gt;Guns aren't lawful;&lt;br /&gt;Nooses give;&lt;br /&gt;Gas smells awful;&lt;br /&gt;You might as well live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dorthy Parker&lt;br /&gt;1893-1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse&lt;br /&gt;A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,&lt;br /&gt;Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.&lt;br /&gt;Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo&lt;br /&gt;Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,&lt;br /&gt;Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET us go then, you and I,   &lt;br /&gt;When the evening is spread out against the sky   &lt;br /&gt;Like a patient etherised upon a table;   &lt;br /&gt;Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,   &lt;br /&gt;The muttering retreats           &lt;br /&gt;Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels   &lt;br /&gt;And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:   &lt;br /&gt;Streets that follow like a tedious argument   &lt;br /&gt;Of insidious intent   &lt;br /&gt;To lead you to an overwhelming question …          &lt;br /&gt;Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”   &lt;br /&gt;Let us go and make our visit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room the women come and go   &lt;br /&gt;Talking of Michelangelo.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,           &lt;br /&gt;The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes   &lt;br /&gt;Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,   &lt;br /&gt;Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,   &lt;br /&gt;Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,   &lt;br /&gt;Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,           &lt;br /&gt;And seeing that it was a soft October night,   &lt;br /&gt;Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed there will be time   &lt;br /&gt;For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,   &lt;br /&gt;Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;          &lt;br /&gt;There will be time, there will be time   &lt;br /&gt;To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;   &lt;br /&gt;There will be time to murder and create,   &lt;br /&gt;And time for all the works and days of hands   &lt;br /&gt;That lift and drop a question on your plate;           &lt;br /&gt;Time for you and time for me,   &lt;br /&gt;And time yet for a hundred indecisions,   &lt;br /&gt;And for a hundred visions and revisions,   &lt;br /&gt;Before the taking of a toast and tea.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room the women come and go           &lt;br /&gt;Talking of Michelangelo.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed there will be time   &lt;br /&gt;To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”   &lt;br /&gt;Time to turn back and descend the stair,   &lt;br /&gt;With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—           &lt;br /&gt;[They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]   &lt;br /&gt;My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,   &lt;br /&gt;My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—   &lt;br /&gt;[They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]   &lt;br /&gt;Do I dare            45&lt;br /&gt;Disturb the universe?   &lt;br /&gt;In a minute there is time   &lt;br /&gt;For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have known them all already, known them all:—   &lt;br /&gt;Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,          &lt;br /&gt;I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;   &lt;br /&gt;I know the voices dying with a dying fall   &lt;br /&gt;Beneath the music from a farther room.   &lt;br /&gt;  So how should I presume?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have known the eyes already, known them all—          &lt;br /&gt;The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,   &lt;br /&gt;And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,   &lt;br /&gt;When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,   &lt;br /&gt;Then how should I begin   &lt;br /&gt;To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?          &lt;br /&gt;  And how should I presume?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have known the arms already, known them all—   &lt;br /&gt;Arms that are braceleted and white and bare   &lt;br /&gt;[But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!]   &lt;br /&gt;It is perfume from a dress            65&lt;br /&gt;That makes me so digress?   &lt;br /&gt;Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.   &lt;br /&gt;  And should I then presume?   &lt;br /&gt;  And how should I begin?&lt;br /&gt;      .      .      .      .      .   &lt;br /&gt;Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets           &lt;br /&gt;And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes   &lt;br /&gt;Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have been a pair of ragged claws   &lt;br /&gt;Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.&lt;br /&gt;      .      .      .      .      .   &lt;br /&gt;And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!          &lt;br /&gt;Smoothed by long fingers,   &lt;br /&gt;Asleep … tired … or it malingers,   &lt;br /&gt;Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.   &lt;br /&gt;Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,   &lt;br /&gt;Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?           &lt;br /&gt;But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,   &lt;br /&gt;Though I have seen my head [grown slightly bald] brought in upon a platter,   &lt;br /&gt;I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;   &lt;br /&gt;I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,   &lt;br /&gt;And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,           &lt;br /&gt;And in short, I was afraid.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would it have been worth it, after all,   &lt;br /&gt;After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,   &lt;br /&gt;Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,   &lt;br /&gt;Would it have been worth while,           &lt;br /&gt;To have bitten off the matter with a smile,   &lt;br /&gt;To have squeezed the universe into a ball   &lt;br /&gt;To roll it toward some overwhelming question,   &lt;br /&gt;To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,   &lt;br /&gt;Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—           &lt;br /&gt;If one, settling a pillow by her head,   &lt;br /&gt;  Should say: “That is not what I meant at all.   &lt;br /&gt;  That is not it, at all.”   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would it have been worth it, after all,   &lt;br /&gt;Would it have been worth while,           &lt;br /&gt;After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,   &lt;br /&gt;After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—   &lt;br /&gt;And this, and so much more?—   &lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to say just what I mean!   &lt;br /&gt;But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:           &lt;br /&gt;Would it have been worth while   &lt;br /&gt;If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,   &lt;br /&gt;And turning toward the window, should say:   &lt;br /&gt;  “That is not it at all,   &lt;br /&gt;  That is not what I meant, at all.”&lt;br /&gt;      .      .      .      .      .         &lt;br /&gt;No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;   &lt;br /&gt;Am an attendant lord, one that will do   &lt;br /&gt;To swell a progress, start a scene or two,   &lt;br /&gt;Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,   &lt;br /&gt;Deferential, glad to be of use,           &lt;br /&gt;Politic, cautious, and meticulous;   &lt;br /&gt;Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;   &lt;br /&gt;At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—   &lt;br /&gt;Almost, at times, the Fool.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grow old … I grow old …           &lt;br /&gt;I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?   &lt;br /&gt;I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.   &lt;br /&gt;I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think that they will sing to me.           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen them riding seaward on the waves   &lt;br /&gt;Combing the white hair of the waves blown back   &lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows the water white and black.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lingered in the chambers of the sea   &lt;br /&gt;By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown           &lt;br /&gt;Till human voices wake us, and we drown.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.S. Eliot&lt;br /&gt;(1888–1965).  Prufrock and Other Observations.  1917.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-1564302295914365372?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1564302295914365372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=1564302295914365372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1564302295914365372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1564302295914365372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/03/dorthy-parker-and-ts-eliot.html' title='Dorthy Parker and TS Eliot'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-1992549293146722851</id><published>2009-02-24T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:11:38.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMRfSrwOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R2ziSB4z9nc/s1600-h/il_430xN.55679066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMRfSrwOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R2ziSB4z9nc/s400/il_430xN.55679066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306520493034815714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMK979YdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jm9JMNmd4u0/s1600-h/il_155x125.58674720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMK979YdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Jm9JMNmd4u0/s400/il_155x125.58674720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306520381001916882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMK6jY8aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TN3AE9QlCco/s1600-h/il_430xN.58034180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMK6jY8aI/AAAAAAAAAJE/TN3AE9QlCco/s400/il_430xN.58034180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306520380093559202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMKnfB6nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WCgonnLoQyw/s1600-h/il_430xN.32414672-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMKnfB6nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/WCgonnLoQyw/s400/il_430xN.32414672-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306520374974999154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see more of Suzanna's work you can link to her &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=88030"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; site. A few samples to tease you with here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-1992549293146722851?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1992549293146722851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=1992549293146722851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1992549293146722851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1992549293146722851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/bits-and-pieces.html' title='Bits and Pieces'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SaSMRfSrwOI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R2ziSB4z9nc/s72-c/il_430xN.55679066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-5133710087354604471</id><published>2009-02-24T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:07:26.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sushipot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanna Scott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bernard Hoesli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collage'/><title type='text'>Red Crow Interview with Suzanna Scott</title><content type='html'>Name: Suzanna Scott          &lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Artist&lt;br /&gt;Location: Manhattan, Kansas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you first become interested in making assemblage &amp;amp; collage work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back I've always appreciated art that involved a mixture of mediums but I would have to say there are 2 events that stand out to me as a turning point or shift in my own work. The first was an exhibit in early 2003 of collage work by the architect &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernhard_Hoesli"&gt;Bernard Hoesli&lt;/a&gt; (1923-1984). I had the privilege of installing this show because I was working for a gallery that featured a traveling exhibition of his work. At the time I was working primarily in stone but I was really drawn to collage in an irresistible way after experiencing Hoesli's work. The second event was moving south to Mobile, Alabama in August 2003. My first job in Mobile was working as an artist for the "Mirth Company", a company that built floats for Mardi Gras parades. By the time my nine month stint at this company ended my personal work had completely begun its evolution towards the assemblage and collage work that I create today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How long have you been doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working as an artist since 1997 but my current business, "&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=88030"&gt;Sushipot&lt;/a&gt;" began in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What are your artistic influences? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it sounds kind of cheesy I must admit that everything or anyone around me influences me artistically. It can be something on the evening news, an object I find while taking a walk, an off-the-cuff comment by my hairdresser or an image in a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What have you used/learned from another artist lately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Work hard, play hard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What are you trying to communicate with your art? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to infuse timeless archetypes with new meanings and juxtapose a mix of old &amp;amp; new, East &amp;amp; West, youth &amp;amp; age and last but not least humor &amp;amp; irony. The result is a quirky mix that viewers tend to either love or hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do you find all your wonderful bits &amp;amp; treasures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere and usually where least expected! I shop at antique stores, thrift shops, estate sales, yard sales and junk yards. When I'm out "treasure hunting" (as my daughter has coined it) I don't look, I dig. The best finds are buried in boxes under the tables, out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you search for specific items before you create your artwork, or does the art emerge from more random discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with found objects; it's definitely more of a random "give and take" discovery. Many processes that I employ were initially the product of a "happy mistake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We have two pieces from your ‘Dollhouse’ series here at the Gallery. The combination of the medical illustrations, the classic house shape &amp;amp; the doll arms is such an incongruous mix. Is there a specific story or reasoning behind this assemblage of archetypes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I remember drawing repetitively the image of a house. Each house would be very tall with a "grid" of rooms in which I would spend hours filling in each room with different domestic activities. Soon after the birth of my daughter, I began collecting little wooden house forms abandoned at thrift shops and yard sales. One day I decided to attach some arms to one of these forms and didn't stop till all my adopted homes had appendages. The earliest doll houses were adorned with old buttons but after a while I was struck with a "what if" and replaced the buttons with the image of a heart. The odd and somewhat grotesque juxtaposition of old anatomical imagery has been fascinating to me and to my collectors. I've created almost 300 pieces in this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I would just like to say that your pieces in person are even more lovely than in photographs, carefully done, and they ‘feel nice’ to hold. I notice that much of your work can be placed in the palm of one’s hand. Do you do any LARGE work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I used to only create large scale and pedestal size sculpture. In fact the largest sculpture I've created stands almost 7 feet high! When I began selling work on Etsy I started creating small scale, intimate "art objects" that are a bit easier to ship around the world!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever made anything that you just couldn’t part with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Although we do have a rule in our home--my husband Patrick and daughter Elizabeth can veto the sale of anything I create and it becomes part of our personal collection. We have kept the first pair from the "doll house" series and at least one piece from every other series of recent work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What inspires you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration comes from all things old, chipped, cracked, worn, dusty, used, found, buried, designed, loved, pieced, intricate, aged and transfigured.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And our completely RANDOM question to end it all: In honor of our upcoming poetry readings what is your favorite poem of all time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this poem as a child and have a renewed love for it after recently reading it to my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Shadow&lt;br /&gt;By Robert Louis Stevenson, (1850–1894)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,           &lt;br /&gt;And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.    &lt;br /&gt;He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;  &lt;br /&gt;And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—       &lt;br /&gt;Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;  &lt;br /&gt;For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball,    &lt;br /&gt;And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,           &lt;br /&gt;And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.     &lt;br /&gt;He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;           &lt;br /&gt;I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, very early, before the sun was up,           &lt;br /&gt;I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;           &lt;br /&gt;But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,  &lt;br /&gt;Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-5133710087354604471?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5133710087354604471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=5133710087354604471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/5133710087354604471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/5133710087354604471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/red-crow-interview-with-suzanna-scott.html' title='Red Crow Interview with Suzanna Scott'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-4522953703858206967</id><published>2009-02-17T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:14:29.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZr-Se72zWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hfJxbnutPcU/s1600-h/snowyweekend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZr-Se72zWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hfJxbnutPcU/s400/snowyweekend.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303831104677399906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZr99CDuPJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w7lbNp0D2b4/s1600-h/opening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZr99CDuPJI/AAAAAAAAAIc/w7lbNp0D2b4/s400/opening.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303830736148511890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note to thank everyone for coming out on Valentine's Day. It was a great opening and the response to the art work was wonderful. The show will be up for the next 4 weeks and for those of you who were snowed in, please drop by during our regular gallery hours (11-6 and 12-4 on Sundays)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-4522953703858206967?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4522953703858206967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=4522953703858206967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/4522953703858206967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/4522953703858206967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZr-Se72zWI/AAAAAAAAAIk/hfJxbnutPcU/s72-c/snowyweekend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-5586289449863518680</id><published>2009-02-12T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:23:56.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Preparations</title><content type='html'>We've been getting new art in all week...two gorgeous photographs from Sharon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Montrose&lt;/span&gt;, some new Jennifer Phillips oils, and some lovely little Gouache paintings by Lissa Herschleb. We're almost ready for the big event on Saturday, and the buzz around town is that it will be a packed gallery....so come early if you really want that chocolate and champagne. If you can't make it for some reason and see something here on the blog that interests you, please call Ingrid at 530.272.4154 for more information.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-5586289449863518680?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5586289449863518680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=5586289449863518680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/5586289449863518680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/5586289449863518680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-minute-preparations.html' title='Last Minute Preparations'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-8362969565783493836</id><published>2009-02-12T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:16:41.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For the Birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grass Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gallery Opening'/><title type='text'>The Show is almost UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_8YAQykI/AAAAAAAAAIU/I53x3bko5LA/s1600-h/J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_8YAQykI/AAAAAAAAAIU/I53x3bko5LA/s400/J.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302144074022701634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_8AM4qEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nmB82TX683c/s1600-h/G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_8AM4qEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/nmB82TX683c/s400/G.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302144067633195074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-8362969565783493836?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8362969565783493836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=8362969565783493836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/8362969565783493836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/8362969565783493836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/show-is-almost-up.html' title='The Show is almost UP!'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_8YAQykI/AAAAAAAAAIU/I53x3bko5LA/s72-c/J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-4468027259494570204</id><published>2009-02-12T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:04:25.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_SF3RcII/AAAAAAAAAIE/UDgzBiaypWM/s1600-h/K.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_R2kqDpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b8t0s6a0ptk/s400/I.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302143343494041234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_Rw3f5mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YZXE7HM5mdk/s1600-h/E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_Rw3f5mI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YZXE7HM5mdk/s400/E.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302143341962454626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_Rwl6o_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/mfIiWkeKztU/s1600-h/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_Rwl6o_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/mfIiWkeKztU/s400/C.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302143341888709618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-4468027259494570204?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/4468027259494570204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=4468027259494570204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/4468027259494570204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/4468027259494570204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT_SF3RcII/AAAAAAAAAIE/UDgzBiaypWM/s72-c/K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-6928792223883334338</id><published>2009-02-12T21:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:02:51.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Two more Days Until the Opening!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vx_17GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2dorjfO-QtQ/s1600-h/H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vx_17GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2dorjfO-QtQ/s400/H.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302142758150335586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-v_TLn6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/zdWNhhap7Go/s1600-h/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-v_TLn6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/zdWNhhap7Go/s400/D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302142761721110434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vpvhC9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_WVhOEmXHXk/s1600-h/L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vpvhC9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_WVhOEmXHXk/s400/L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302142755934374866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vieoDZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IZcQAQ5L_a8/s1600-h/B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vieoDZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IZcQAQ5L_a8/s400/B.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302142753984482706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vbqTVLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_c9TUce8u8Q/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vbqTVLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_c9TUce8u8Q/s400/A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302142752154408114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-6928792223883334338?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6928792223883334338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=6928792223883334338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/6928792223883334338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/6928792223883334338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-two-more-days-until-opening.html' title='Only Two more Days Until the Opening!'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZT-vx_17GI/AAAAAAAAAHc/2dorjfO-QtQ/s72-c/H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-5843772938222759614</id><published>2009-02-06T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:54:02.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda Galusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lena Wolff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ingrid Blixt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pamela Klaffke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Baker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucrecia Troncoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laura Ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Phillips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Red Crow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Montrose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jen Garrido'/><title type='text'>LOVE is in the AIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZB7wKbJaYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PoYYYKjOhyM/s1600-h/loveisintheairpromo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZB7wKbJaYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PoYYYKjOhyM/s400/loveisintheairpromo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300872828777228674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show will contain works from: Jennifer Phillips, Jen Garrido, Laura Ball,  Lena Wolff, Sharon Montrose, Lucrecia Troncoso, Hollie Chastain, Pamela Klaffke, Linda Galusha, Double Parlour, Ingrid Blixt, Arleigh Wood, and many MORE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-5843772938222759614?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/5843772938222759614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=5843772938222759614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/5843772938222759614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/5843772938222759614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='LOVE is in the AIR'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SZB7wKbJaYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/PoYYYKjOhyM/s72-c/loveisintheairpromo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-2468207845428984835</id><published>2009-02-06T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:00:22.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SYzcemcB2cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tqVy6idI45U/s1600-h/forthebirdsweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SYzcemcB2cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tqVy6idI45U/s400/forthebirdsweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299853279780526530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gearing up for our next show and it's going to be a good one. We've got quite a few new artists participating and along with Julie's collection of talent we promise something for everyone. It's been a busy month of searching and working. We are hoping that even with the nutty  economic climate, people will still support the things they love. I can't tell you how many people have come into the Gallery lately, so excited to see something new and inspiring in downtown Grass Valley and we appreciate all the wonderful feedback. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please make a note that we've got several new links on our Artist sidebar. You can link to them directly on your right. Let us know who you like and who you'd like to see more of. The show 'For the Birds' will be up from February 14th through March 14th. Click on flier above for full view. And I'm still working on more interview questions, so stay posted for that as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-2468207845428984835?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2468207845428984835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=2468207845428984835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/2468207845428984835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/2468207845428984835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-birds.html' title='For the Birds'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SYzcemcB2cI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tqVy6idI45U/s72-c/forthebirdsweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-1047295323384420888</id><published>2009-01-22T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:57:18.006-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Baker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grass Valley'/><title type='text'>Save the DATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SXi7PILsbUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ruye5R6Dvyc/s1600-h/valentineflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SXi7PILsbUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ruye5R6Dvyc/s400/valentineflyer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294187230542982466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a heads up that the  RED CROW anthologies will be teaming up with &lt;a href="http://www.juliebakerfineart.com/"&gt;Julie Baker Fine Art&lt;/a&gt; for a Valentine's Day event. LOVE is in the Air...from 4-7 PM at 122 Mill Street in downtown Grass Valley.  Art. Chocolate. Champagne. Jewelry. Mark your calendars...it's Date Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-1047295323384420888?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1047295323384420888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=1047295323384420888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1047295323384420888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1047295323384420888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-date.html' title='Save the DATE'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SXi7PILsbUI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ruye5R6Dvyc/s72-c/valentineflyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-7342363302222964147</id><published>2009-01-20T10:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:10:54.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Mr. President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SXYTqAzOPtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w0mQo0J9qgY/s1600-h/obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SXYTqAzOPtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w0mQo0J9qgY/s400/obama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440024510873298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-7342363302222964147?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7342363302222964147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=7342363302222964147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/7342363302222964147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/7342363302222964147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/congratulations-mr-president.html' title='Congratulations Mr. President'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SXYTqAzOPtI/AAAAAAAAAGU/w0mQo0J9qgY/s72-c/obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-2160279272951407030</id><published>2009-01-15T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:52:15.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downtown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grass Valley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art opening'/><title type='text'>Tonight!</title><content type='html'>Don't forget ... tonight we are having our Winter Landscape opening. Wine &amp;amp; Friends. The weather is supposed to be wonderful. Meet with photographer Gabe Cano and painter Linda Galusha. 122 Mill Street Downtown Grass Valley. 6-9 PM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-2160279272951407030?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/2160279272951407030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=2160279272951407030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/2160279272951407030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/2160279272951407030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight.html' title='Tonight!'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-7246816208641918276</id><published>2009-01-12T10:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:42:06.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda Galusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fence boards'/><title type='text'>Sleeping Walnuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SWuO1gTG_TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M83OoeZt0fI/s1600-h/sleepingwalnuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SWuO1gTG_TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M83OoeZt0fI/s400/sleepingwalnuts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290479237131074866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-7246816208641918276?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/7246816208641918276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=7246816208641918276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/7246816208641918276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/7246816208641918276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-walnuts.html' title='Sleeping Walnuts'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SWuO1gTG_TI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M83OoeZt0fI/s72-c/sleepingwalnuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-587141101398760658</id><published>2009-01-12T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:43:01.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Nevelson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda Galusha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Crow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview'/><title type='text'>Red Crow Interview with  Linda Galusha</title><content type='html'>Name: Linda Galusha&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Artist&lt;br /&gt;Location: Davis, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; How did you first become interested in making Art? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have memories of making things from about the age of six or seven. I have memories from then on of varied experiences of being considered 'gifted'. There were teachers in grade school who would take me aside and have me do the sample piece for the class art project. I could draw very well at a very early age and seemed to have a natural sense of space, I did not have the language to know of what I was doing  until I attended classes in Form and Composition in Junior College. Then of course creating things only got more complex and seductive. I guess it could be said that within my earliest memory to now, that I have always been attempting to respond as best as I could to those 'how and what if' questions that come to me. So the answer for me is a stroll through my memories, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What are your artistic influences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My artistic influences have varied over the years and are in continuous review. I pull them up when needed for whatever project I'm working on. Lately that is what I have been doing, pulling up my past ways of doing things and layering with my present  visual concerns (which seem to be in a rapid state of flux lately). So anything that communicates  the mystery that inspires a question, that holds me long after the encounter is probably an automatic an integrated influence. Influences are ongoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; What have you used/learned from another artist lately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 or 5 months ago I had one of the most complete 'art' experiences that I can say that I have had in a long time. A friend of mine and I attended the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louise_Nevelson"&gt;Louise Nevelson&lt;/a&gt;  show at SFMOMA. I am still feeling the awe of the presence that her installations held for me. I am still processing that experience in seeing how essential editing is and how simplicity and complexity can occupy the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What are you trying to communicate with your art? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth of simplicity and complexity, the truth of the parts of a finished piece as well as the whole, the truth of the story within the piece, the truth of the process to reveal the piece, the truth that the one who witnesses the piece receives within themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Many of your paintings are done on old fence boards or dismantled buildings pieces. How did this come about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been intrigued, probably forever, with what happens when the context is changed for a thing, or a person or what ever and how it can be almost not recognized. I also am drawn to things that can 'wear their history' in such a way as to almost retrieve their original form. Painting or drawing trees on these antique boards is a way to comment on this cycle that I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quite a few visitors have commented on how much they like the Old Wood Old Wood series. I enjoy the simple composition and repetition both in the artwork and the title.  Would you tell us the story behind these two antique panels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those two panels actually are my most recent pieces in drawing on the old boards. The panels themselves came from an old building in Winters, CA that was converted  to an art gallery (&lt;a href="http://www.briggsandco.com/"&gt;Briggs and Company&lt;/a&gt;) where I also show. I have been working on this paneled surface for about a year now, drawing mostly crow imagery with graphite sticks. I had one of those 'what if' moments to see just how detailed of a drawing these boards could support. Trees keep it simple for me because of the cycle that is represented  with the discarded boards. And old trees on old boards, they practically draw themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Trees and Branches are found in most of the work we have here at the shop. Do they symbolize something for you or do you just enjoy drawing them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just enjoy drawing them. They are some of the first images that I made as a small child. I have learned and continue to learn a lot about drawing from trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; You are known in the central valley for your mural work, what have you learned from large-scale painting that you apply to smaller works? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that size is an illusion revealed by the viewer's perspective relative to space. Scale and/or size are elements or tools in the composition of a 5 story mural as they are in a 5x5 oil painting. An artist has to know his tools fully to create comprehensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; You describe yourself as a mixed-media artist. What are your favorite mediums? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems lately that my favorite mediums are the ones I can mix. Graphite, acrylics, colored pencils, conte, water colors, gosh it goes on and on, but the other part of it is the surfaces that the mediums can be applied to or challenged to that need to be accounted for. It is the phenomena of resistance in making a mark that has me intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What inspires you most of all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all my challenges are opportunities to do my best.  I'm doing my best to keep this in mind everyday and be grateful that I recognize it. And also all the old fairy tales that I read as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In 5 words or less, tell us what wee can expect from you in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More questing than answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; And our completely RANDOM question to end it all: In honor of our upcoming poetry readings what is your favorite poem of all time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't currently have a favorite poem but came across a small quote by a favorite artist of mine, Marcel Duchamp. " I have bee forced to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-587141101398760658?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/587141101398760658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=587141101398760658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/587141101398760658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/587141101398760658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-crow-interview-with-linda-galusha.html' title='Red Crow Interview with  Linda Galusha'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-1404086290768466476</id><published>2009-01-04T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T13:08:17.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SWEkHn-YgII/AAAAAAAAAGE/0gZ_1ingi2c/s1600-h/openingflyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SWEkHn-YgII/AAAAAAAAAGE/0gZ_1ingi2c/s400/openingflyer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287547150917992578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some advance notice on the Gallery OPENING that will happen January 15th at 122 Mill Street in Grass Valley, CA. Photographer Gabe Cano and Painter Linda Galusha will both be present to meet and discuss their work. Mark your calendars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-1404086290768466476?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1404086290768466476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=1404086290768466476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1404086290768466476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1404086290768466476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-advance-notice-on-gallery-opening.html' title=''/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SWEkHn-YgII/AAAAAAAAAGE/0gZ_1ingi2c/s72-c/openingflyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-756261545834351912</id><published>2009-01-03T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T16:14:01.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Crow is on FACEBOOK</title><content type='html'>Welcome 2009 and welcome Facebook! Connect to the Gallery and become a &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Grass-Valley-CA/the-RED-CROW-anthologies/52654419523"&gt;Fan&lt;/a&gt;. We've got some great plans for the New Year. The poetry readings start this month and we're having an encore opening in two weeks. The Blog &amp;amp; Facebook page will also contain information on submissions, upcoming shows and events. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to a healthy and prosperous twelve months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-756261545834351912?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/756261545834351912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=756261545834351912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/756261545834351912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/756261545834351912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2009/01/red-crow-is-on-facebook.html' title='The Red Crow is on FACEBOOK'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-6538251615417772845</id><published>2008-12-26T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T16:10:38.879-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe Cano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hanging Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gallery'/><title type='text'>The Hanging Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVU-3Vxwv-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tg3cFQsxgUQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVU-3Vxwv-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tg3cFQsxgUQ/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284198858248732642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-6538251615417772845?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/6538251615417772845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=6538251615417772845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/6538251615417772845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/6538251615417772845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2008/12/hanging-man.html' title='The Hanging Man'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVU-3Vxwv-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tg3cFQsxgUQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-8926273585363382207</id><published>2008-12-26T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:28:50.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinhole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabe Cano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographer'/><title type='text'>Red Crow Interview with  Gabe Cano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVU59NVp-1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QWZa1ayUcBY/s1600-h/path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVU59NVp-1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QWZa1ayUcBY/s400/path.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284193461504441170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Gabriel Cano&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Co-Owner of &lt;a href="http://www.colorservices.com/"&gt;Specialty Color Services&lt;/a&gt; Custom Photo Lab/ Artist&lt;br /&gt;Location: Santa Barbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How did you first become interested in Photography? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was nine or ten years old I was fascinated by how a camera worked especially the sound of the shutter. The more I started to find out about photography like the idea of printing in a darkroom, the more I became interested. I started taking photography courses as a sophmore in high school. My studies continued from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;How long have you been taking pictures? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 19 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What are your artistic influences?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest influence on my work would be music. In fact I discovered music before I discovered photography. It's always been an important part of my life. Music has always been an escape while photography has always been more my dialogue. Photographically, I've found the work of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duane_Michals"&gt;Duane Michals&lt;/a&gt; to be quite a big influence on me. &lt;a href="http://www.gonzalezpalma.com/"&gt;Luis Gonzales Palma&lt;/a&gt; was somone I looked at for inspiration as well. Most recently &lt;a href="http://homepage2.nifty.com/yamamoto-masao/e_index.html"&gt;Masao Yamamoto&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jackspencer.com/"&gt;Jack Spencer&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.keithcarterphotographs.com/"&gt;Keith Carter&lt;/a&gt; are photographers I consider to have very meaningful work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What have you used/learned from another artist lately? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By nature, I  tend to like and make things complicated. Masao Yamamoto has taught me how being understated can be so much more powerful and memorable. Simplicity sometimes reveals something completely more significant and accessible and in turn more honest. I guess with age I'm learning to let go a little bit. I think by looking at his work I was able to take that rationale and use it in my own work. The interesting thing to is that when I look at my work as a whole now, the complexities do reveal themselves still. So I guess by looking at the work of Yamamoto I was able to be more intuitive and instead of trying to communicate, I simply let go and let the work come out and start my own dissection of the work after it was done instead of before. I let myself be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What are you trying to communicate with your art? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking to make images that look like what I feel like. So it's really less about subject and most about mood. Regret, longing, nostalgia, mystery are all very powerful feelings that I have always been drawn to and try to capture in my work. I like the idea of making work that is very accessible. It's important for me to make work that is both aesthetically beautiful but also thought provoking, meaningful and most importantly very personal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Your photographs have such an ethereal quality to them. Can you tell us a little about your approach to the landscape? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the landscapes I am looking for something very specific. I'm fortunate enough that the area I live in has many places nearby that have the qualities I love. I don't like grandness. Not in the work anyways. What I look for is more of the non-landscape type of landscape. I like areas that look uninhabited however show traces of life. I look for very simple composition but most importantly, I'm looking for gorgeous morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Was the “path’ series all done in a single shoot or over several days? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a single location? The path series was done at several locations over a course of several months actually. I started shooting in the Ojai, CA area and then worked my way up a bit to Santa Barbara, San Luis Obispo and Monterey area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you dream about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams get recycled quite a bit. I tend to dwell on things so most of the time I'm dreaming about whatever I'm dwelling on, or something related to it. I often dream of going somewhere, usually at some point in the dream I'm either lost or didn't do something well enough, or let someone down. You know, happy things. My most vivid dream is being lost as a kid in this city, and for some reason I go in this doorway which ends up being some sort of cliff that I'm hanging onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;We have a large 38”x48” print on canvas here at the shop and the path in the image is calling for us to walk down into it.  Yet, I find that the much smaller pieces invite the same reaction. Does print size matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes print size is always an important aspect of my work, and it either works really very small so that the viewer can't just glance at it, instead has to get up close and intimate with the image, or very large so that it puts the viewer in a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My favorite print that we have here at the Gallery is of a bare branched tree and a man hanging upside down in the trunk. He blends into the bark as if the tree and man are ONE. Could you elaborate on the history of this photograph? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this image, a friend of mine asked to create a dream that he had for the cover a CD. The idea morphed from what he described as somewhat of a pleasant dream into more of a nightmare maybe. The image took some time to create actually, and we struggled sometime to find a tree that would work, however I became so consumed with this project that I started to dream the scene in my own way which was more of a nightmare. In my nightmare there was a battle going around the tree, with canons, rifles and horses. And at some point in the dream this man gets hung upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of day that the photograph was taken is very important. Since so much of this image was inspired from dreams I wanted to illustrate or convey a moment in a person's psyche when you just awaken from a dream and you're not quite sure how much of it was a dream and how much of it was real life. That moment where the dream you just had starts to fade and reality starts to creep in. That's why that first morning light was so important and the man is fading into the tree. The dream is getting washed away in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;What do you shoot with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoot with several different cameras. Most of the work that I'm showing here at the Red Crow Anthologies was shot either with a Hasselblad or a Polaroid Land Camera that I broke and made into a pinhole camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;And our completely RANDOM question to end it all: In honor of our upcoming poetry readings what is your favorite poem of all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a refrigerator magnet poem that my friend created. It went like this. "You-and-me-beneath-the lake-come-to me-boy-it's-only-water"  That grouping of words holds magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-8926273585363382207?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/8926273585363382207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=8926273585363382207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/8926273585363382207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/8926273585363382207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-crow-interview-with-gabe-cano.html' title='Red Crow Interview with  Gabe Cano'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVU59NVp-1I/AAAAAAAAAF0/QWZa1ayUcBY/s72-c/path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-9173137175051236246</id><published>2008-12-24T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:06:52.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Grass Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVKIKZQ5-4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/VmonvDfMVZw/s1600-h/snowydays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVKIKZQ5-4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/VmonvDfMVZw/s400/snowydays.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283435025020877698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to wish everyone a very MERRY CHRISTMAS here in Nevada County. May your stockings be full of Love and Joy. from everyone at the Red Crow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for an interview with Photographer Gabe Cano on boxing day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-9173137175051236246?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/9173137175051236246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=9173137175051236246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/9173137175051236246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/9173137175051236246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-grass-valley.html' title='Christmas in Grass Valley'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SVKIKZQ5-4I/AAAAAAAAAFs/VmonvDfMVZw/s72-c/snowydays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2994919431337358968.post-1977657329628737450</id><published>2008-12-21T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T15:37:54.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack and the Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SU7S2s1P8RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kGmfCT9SyWo/s1600-h/opening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SU7S2s1P8RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kGmfCT9SyWo/s400/opening.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282391250141442322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the snow kept many of you away on our first opening, it was a roaring good time and a few key invitees made their way through the cold and sleet to enjoy some free wine!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all seriousness....we will be having an  encore opening sometime in January so STAY tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2994919431337358968-1977657329628737450?l=theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/feeds/1977657329628737450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2994919431337358968&amp;postID=1977657329628737450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1977657329628737450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2994919431337358968/posts/default/1977657329628737450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theredcrowanthologies.blogspot.com/2008/12/barack-and-queen.html' title='Barack and the Queen'/><author><name>Ingrid Nelson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09293316153237214730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09914396752842703313'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ks3IyekOWTQ/SU7S2s1P8RI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kGmfCT9SyWo/s72-c/opening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>