In the heart of the winter, during a horrendously ferocious blizzard, I suited myself up and trudged out into the storm. It took me forever to get out and across the road to Tisbury Meadows where there is a beautiful tree I love photographing. The wind was howling and relentlessly brutal. There were drifts that reached mid thigh. Despite being freezing cold and wet, I shoot an entire roll of film, which is a lot for me. When I got home, I immediacy developed the film but I didn’t roll it right and it came off the reel in processing. Every single frame had gouges out of the film except this one. The minute I started printing I thought “how bazaar! She (She just seems feminine to me) looks SO calm despite this blizzard; so delicate and stately and serene in spite of this a howling and gusting storm as if to say: ‘That’s fine, do anything you want, be anything you want. I’m here.’” She’s so beautiful. If I had to sum up this tree in this picture I’d say: delicate & proud. Nothing ever fazes her. She deeply rooted.
Janet Woodcock began pursuing her passion professionally in 1980, studying at both the Art Institute of Boston and the New England School of Photography. She mastered her craft while working for several newspapers doing free-lance assignments. In the mid nineties, she decided to devote all of her energy into her own projects. Janet’s commitment to “the traditional craft of photography” is evident in her past and recent work alike.
The story behind this photograph for me was one of a deeply rooted tree withstanding the seasons, a witness to the change, and how quiet it all is. At first I felt a sensation of cold and quiet isolation in the photograph. Then the idea of children racing to the tree came into my mind. What came next was the idea of losing my mother. That just seemed to go hand in hand with the feeling of solitude.
One of its mainstays of Colorado’s exploding music scene is Wendy Woo. Her energetic personality, musical skills, and spirited songwriting have made her a fan favorite and has taken her to venues across the country including the Fox Theater and Red Rocks in Colorado, the Bitter End and the Living Room in New York, the Hotel Cafe in Los Angles, the Bluebird Café in Nashville, Sweetwater in Mill Valley, and Eddie’s Attic in Decatur, Georgia. Anticipating the rise of the independent artist, Woo formed her own corporation, Woo Music: record label (eight albums), publishing company, booking agency, and management company.
In the song I felt memories of being homesick for a time and the desire to capture it again. The song recalled for me looking back through an album of photos. We think we remember an event when we were young, but often we are really remembering a photo. Or the photo becomes a touchstone to that memory and as time passes all that remains is that one image in our mind. In the song, I imagined a woman looking at a photograph of her mother and herself from childhood. She wants to be both that child again with her mother, and also to embrace her role as mother. She is processing the shifting roles we play in the lives of the people we love. She is cognizant that one day it will be her own children looking back at an old photo remembering her. The line ‘the world keeps moving faster, but time just slips away…’ informed the image in my head. I tend not to use too much facial detail in my paintings because I want the viewer to place their own experiences and memory into the piece.
Lisa Golightly is an artist living in Portland, Oregon. With a BFA in art, her initial focus was photography, the influence of which can be seen in her paintings. Her work revolves around memory and how snapshots shape, influence, change and even create memory. She works in acrylic using found photos to create work that is both anonymous in nature but also very personal.
This painting felt bittersweet and a little melancholy. Although there is no facial expression in the image I got the feeling this was a mother and daughter somewhere down south waiting with trepidation for someone to go off to war or to return from war in an unknown state of wellness. The mother and daughter would have lemonade and sugar cookies on their back porch I thought. I chose rhubarb to represented the tension I felt in not knowing the mother and daughter’s emotional context. First hit of rhubarb is bitter but then there is a wave of sweet. I felt the melancholy of the image. There is melancholy in rhubarb.
Step 1: combine rhubarb, sugar, lemon zest and water in a saucepan. Bring to a boil and then lower heat to a simmer, stirring occasionally until the sugar is melted and the rhubarb is soft.
Step 2: Strain the mixture over a sieve or put it through a food mill or you could put it in a vitamix(though this may lake it slightly cloudy?) Let mixture completely cool.
Step 3: add lemon juice. Store in fridge tightly sealed until ready to use. You should have about 5 cups.
Step 4: use 3 parts water to 1 cup rhubarb-lemon simple syrup.
Gail Arnold has pursued two career paths, training in her late late teens as a chef in Paris, she made her way back to the US and enjoyed a stellar career working with such luminaries as Wolfgang Puck and Jonathan Waxman. She found her way to East Hampton, New York where she was the executive chef at Nick And Toni’s Restaurant. After a year of traveling and cooking, she worked as a private chef for a large family, concurrently returning to university to earn a masters degree in education. She currently works as a reading specialist in Cambridge, Massachusetts. Gail continues to cook privately for the same family (22 years later) in the summers. When not teaching students to read, she gives cooking classes to children and adults and invites friends over at every opportunity to share a meal.
As I was drinking The Rhubarb Lemonade, I tried to imagine what piece of art the chef was interpreting to choose those flavors. I imagined a love story that was too sweet to be true. I have not been eating sugar for a long time, so the taste of sugar really shocked my system. It tasted good, but it was a guilty pleasure. It was thick and I kept thinking about optimism and the color pink. And lemon. I chose visuals that would elicit in others’ taste buds the same sensations I was feeling. There is a psychedelic rhubarb kaleidoscope in there. That’s because the rhubarb went all disco with that sugar and lemon. My interpretation was heavily influenced by my relationship with sugar. At the end “I” am lying on a rock covered in sugar and the Buddha is waiting for me to regain consciousness.
The melding of music and film is nothing new, but two Martha’s Vineyard-based filmmakers are hoping to bring the concept to the next level with DocuTunes.TV, a grassroots Internet webcasting site featuring original documentaries about music and music makers. Their new – and first – full-length release, “Kate Taylor – Tunes From the Tipi and Other Songs From Home,’’ focuses on the life and music of Kate Taylor, a Vineyard resident and sister of James and Livingston Taylor. A screening of the documentary, plus a Q&A with Kate Taylor and the filmmakers, will be held at the Coolidge Corner Theatre on Nov. 17. We spoke recently with husband-and-wife team Liz Witham (Kate Taylor’s daughter) and Ken Wentworth, in the garden behind their studio off Main Street in Vineyard Haven.