I ordered the print version and it is worth it:http://www.fishfoodmagazine.com/family-portraits-issue-1-1/. Poetry, Essays and photos with photos of artwork too.
My work appears on pp.107,108,109 and 110. Here are 2. The other two, please treasure hunt in the magazine. It's also online.
Mythic Couple, "WE"
"Adam and Eva in the Garden," mixed media ceramic- the earbud plug actually comes in and out of the socket hole!
What do I do?
Written after Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre, December 14, 2012
Inspired by the poet Maxine Kumin, “What you do”
Aurora, rosy-fingered dawn gave her name
to a town in Colorado
where a redhead opened fire
and filled their movie theater
with real-red-blood.
That was last year.
December afternoon, lowers itself to dusk
cellphone loose in my hand
Lake Carmel, mirror quiet
“Getting chilly,” I say to my childhood friend.
Bleep-bleep. Breaking News.
Mass shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School, Fairfield County, Connecticut
That’s 26 miles away!
My world drops.
shrivels— two dark-moon eyes, in a watery pear of lake.
Between shock-stabs she and I remember—
atom bomb drills. The dive under our wood-topped metal desk. How we cowered and clung together,
pigtails wedged into the sharp corners.
It hurt to crawl out to a world
about to fry. Please, we whispered—2 little girls,
please don’t let us die!
26 dead
20 children
6 grown-ups
details to follow
gunned to bits.
I speed dial my daughter in Virginia.
Blurt and squeal-sob the news.
Manage to advise,
Turn off NPR in the car
when you pick Hayden up from school.
Pulse my breath
protect him. Four year old laughing sunshine of my life.
What do I do?
Limp home
rant for pages in my notebook
squirm—a mass of blood-streak-sleep
night following night.
I plunge into my studio
sculpt
guns—His Hers, Junior, Princess
fingers stiff, stuck into shooting clay
eye rims red
daylight fled, sink into my bed.
Weapons’ whisper
blood- barrels thrust. Blow
sweet-first-sucking-kiss of bullet
god-speed juicy babes.
Strew those pink, brown babies,
make them climb. Put them to sleep
safe in ready-aim-fire-nests.
Spring Guns, Summer Guns, November guns
December.
Fireplace upstairs
flames the small room
brash-red-orange.
Like Betsy Ross,
count, cut,
7 red,
6 white stripes,
place and space rows—6/5, 6/5, 6/5, 6/5
stars on a field of denim blue.
Stitch and glue
tear white sheets
scraps-rip. Become hearts ripped
100 rounds a minute.
Fly and dance the pistols, the rifles the
Sakos™, Sig-Sauers™, Savages™-
swift, above the stripes.
I pledge allegiance (under god), to the flag of the United States of America
my child-hand over my heart.
each day, year
after year, I stood behind the wood-topped metal desk.
The needle pricks my finger.
America under gun loses her stars
We bleed.
July 18-August 12, 2017. On view my: Mixed Media Quilted Flag, ”America Under Gun”
Artist’s Statement
One week after my Exposure 2012 show at Ceres, the massacre at the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, occurred. As a grandmother, with a grandson close in age to the murdered children, the horror resulting from America’s love affair with guns hit hard. For months, in order to penetrate their mystique and macabre hold on us, I sculpted guns and wrote poems to accompany them.
I found out that Wal-Mart sells them on line at a discount with free shipping. There are pink guns for women and guns for children of all ages- even toddlers.
The guns themselves on all of my pieces are my approximations of the real deal, both modern and ancient, as well as some which are fantasy exaggerations.
The flag on show, was the culmination of the series. In researching art images of the American flag, the blue field with stars is depicted on the left. Mine is a studied reversal, to highlight the emotional “right brain” field. The famous pieces in museums are by men.
Since Sandy Hook, there is a never-ending stream of mass mayhem and murder with legally acquired military grade assault rifles.
They have nothing to do with protection or hunting and continue to be readily available. This artist’s statement is being written shortly after the mass shooting inside Bronx Lebanon Hospital, New York City.
So, I consider America under gun. I have included photos of the work in progress. First came the paper renditions, which I had to arrange to “dance” across the flag. At the time I was moving and only had a big enough surface to begin with on my bed! Then I moved to the floor. I used quilting techniques with my sewing machine and took advantage of modern iron &stick-on purchased stars. The torn and bleeding hearts are dyed with mercurochrome, an old fashioned antiseptic I found in an abandoned medicine cabinet, which stains beautifully. Plus, there is the irony imbedded in using a medicine, which is woefully inadequate to heal those of us left behind.
The poem was inspired bypoet Maxine Kumin’s stirring, “What you do.”
An exhibit featuring fine art created by members of the Connect Visual Arts Forum!
This exciting exhibit will open on Sunday, July 16 from 3-5pm and will continue through Sunday, July 30, 2017 with gallery hours, Monday, Tuesday & Thursday from 11:30-3:30pm and Saturdays and Sundays from 1-4.
Belle Levine Art Center, 521 Kennicut Hill Road, Mahopac, NY
Two earth goddesses from a set of four. One has a new home. Only two can be shown at this show. And the last one an orphan? She is available through the website!
Curator Patricia Brody
We celebrate these women’s stories, here to rouse them from 100 or 1000 years of restless death. As every goddess knows, nothing’s worse than
being ignored.
–From Patricia Brody’s intro to Dangerous To Know (Salmon, 2013)
Featured Poets
Elizabeth Lorde-Rollins
http://momeggreview.com/2017/06/13poetry-and-art-by-elisabeth-frischauf
See my poem and my fellow workshop poets in this MomEgg Review issue
Sunday, May 21– Friday, June 16. This Exhibit is part of a Series of events and activities presented in partnership with the Mahopac Library and the Southeast Museum to celebrate women in art and history on this Centennial Anniversary of the NYS Suffrage Movement.
at the Belle Levine Art Center, 521 Kennicut Hill Road, Mahopac; 845.803.8622
My photo collage, "Celebrating Women, Stand Tall, Stand Proud, Stand Together" will be available
"Finding Her Voice," abstract earthenware ceramic sculpture with under-glaze and glaze, also available