Birds of a Feather...



                                Every visitor is somehow shaped by the space. Today the visitor was Maya.


All the World's a Stage...

                                                                                                                      ...and we are merely players.

Interrogated by Light


There is a line in a Shakespeare Sonnet-

"Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines..."

which I am reminded of in this photo.

The brightness exposes all and leaves no place to hide,

inner definition is lost and the background becomes dark by contrast.

The shadow looks on from a distance.


A Winter Poem



This is the beginning of the new exhibit in the Genesis Gallery.



Good Will to All



"Soul Cake"


A soul cake, a soul cake,

Please, good missus, a soul cake,

An apple, a pear, a plum or a cherry,

Any good thing to make us all merry.

A soul cake, a soul cake,

Please, good missus, a soul cake,

One for Peter, two for Paul,

And three for Him that made us all.

God bless the master of this house

And the mistress also,

And all the little children

That round your table grow;

The cattle in your stable,

The dogs at your front door,

And all that dwell within your gates

We'll wish you ten times more.

A soul cake, a soul cake:

Go down into the cellar

And see what you can find;

If the barrels are not empty

We'll hope that you'll be kind;

We'll hope that you'll be kind

With your apple and your pear,

And we'll come no more a-soulin'

Till Christmas time next year.

A soul cake, a soul cake:

The streets are very dirty,

Me shoes are very thin,

I have a little pocket

To put a penny in;

If you haven't got a penny

A ha'penny will do;

If you haven't got a ha'penny

God bless you.




Back to Back (we've got each other covered)

Today we Welcome the Sun

In and out of Focus


It is interesting to note that I can only truly focus on what is close to me.

What is more distant becomes blurred, less articulate, more open to interpretation. 

On the other side of now...

Waiting for the Snow

Trying to fit a lot on our plate

and looking for a  moment of empty



Trying to Find Water

A Work in Process



Zan continues to make new pieces to add to the exhibition, here, in the collage gallery. 

Visitors can view her extraordinary masks and also see the materials and way that she uses them.

A reception will be held this Saturday, November 10th from 2 - 5 pm. 

Visit to see more.

Holding Possibility







                          What is empty?










             What is full?

Divine Order

When it Rains it Pours

Dia de los Muertos The Day of the Dead

Somewhere on an Island Far Away

                                                                                                                   The mystery plays on...



Trick or Treat








my head is somehow not connected to my body.

A giant puff ball with two little eyes looking out.

That is just how it is today.





Zan Redcrow takes us with her into the woods

and through her work introduces us

to those beings who dwell there.

Faces that look out at us

often without our knowing

hidden as they are

behind all that grows.



Work is on exhibit from today October 25 - November 24 in the Collage Gallery.


If only we could fly...

Feeding the pigeons


                                               The figures in the west Genesis Gallery have taken a walk to the east side

                                                              where the pigeons gather and the sun shines brighter.




A corduroy day

small hills and valleys settled with chill

not familiar yet

this morning sharpness

snaps cold fingers

in a call to attention

cutting through pretense and falsehood

only an arms length away.

An epidemic of such proportion that it infiltrates my dreaming

stirs itself into my first bitter sip

I can sometimes hear it whispered in the periphery of listening

to your calm reasoning.


Insects are intensely scary when they are swarming

a plague of locusts

are not anything like the grasshopper you find and hold in your hand

spellbound by the fine precision of its creation.

Mobs are the wasps that sting

so better not to get too close

but their wings, like the butterflies a thousand miles away

are causing the winds to lift the edges of our smooth flat sheets.

They may soon resemble sails with us on boats

we no longer know to navigate.


A corduroy day

with nap and ridges

like fur on the back of a fearful dog

reading the morning news. 



Alita ( truthful one)


I am learning to sculpt soap stone from a master

my first attempts are from his cut offs

small twisted bits resembling cashews

but larger

each one fitting inside the palm.


Where the saw blade severed them from the whole

that flat is now vertical

seven  heads standing in a row

small twisted mouths singing their hearts out


cashews don't sing


but they are compulsively delicious

and sculpting is quite compulsive

even more than cutting one's nails

filing the rough edges and a nose appears

or a forehead bevelled on the cusp

fingertips feel the smooth countenance appear

holding three dimensions in the hand.

An Excursion

Yellow door and a tailless black cat
we enter the day
striding up the slight incline
towards the car.
A purposeful departure towards coffee.

There are still puddles after the nights rain,
all else has been blown dry.
Autumn sun shines bright and rises late,
roses are still blooming at the café garden as we park.
No one is sitting outside.

We are on a mission
to pick up stone.
(notice the journey is not of one)
A highway destination
I navigate from the passengers seat,
turning my head to examine the pattern of balconies in the clouds,
reading the bill boards as they flash by.
An undulating fleet or army or troop all moving as one,
the Roman army on wheels peacefully invading Jerusalem
or the Spanish armada crossing the channel.
A  cinematic view of the expressway.

On the return
the vehicle is heavy with purchase
five unfinished sculptures in the back
carried in strong arms and laid on the floor in the gallery
waiting for hands to shape them into life.



Living Stone

    by Master Sculptor Floyd Kuptana


This piece was created in the 'beneath the stair' studio at Gallery Arcturus and was finished today.  It is on view for a limited time in the upstairs Kuptana Gallery which features his most recent sculptures and drawings. 

Singing the Japanese Blues

A little bit happy

a little bit sad

to be back




A Patch of Sun


I am sitting in a patch of sun

the only place I found today

to stop my pacing restlessness, from moving me around.

I don't need glasses

except to read  signs and headlines

the fine print and ingredients

price tags at the local second hand.


Some five dozen pairs of magnifiers

stashed on every floor

all dollar store zoom lensers.


It's a gift of age not to see the details

the shock of loose skin and spots,

which fade and tighten

when seeing hangs from a string 'round the neck.


What are we all trying to do?

Sweeping up the butts outside

picking up the shit.


trying to clean up the mess left behind

to create some semblance of beauty

some hint of order.

A lasoo or drawstring around what matters.


Sometimes hunger is demanding and insatiable

mostly it can be forgotten

lost in boredom or enthusiam

equally displaced.


Maybe we'll get a dog

I can't imagine what that will change

fear of complacency

barks on the inside and frightens what might be different away.


We are sitting on opposite sides

of a small table

or kitti corner

or lying like spoons in the bed

one end of the couch

or the other

driving fast forward

sometimes reverse.

It's a journey we are on, together.



between two worlds

the five faces of Floyd



Being your apprentice

I watch

what you had finished yesterday


in your fearless hands

soft agreements disagree

dangerous spinning blades

make time move faster

a lifetime

from birth to death

in minutes

and in the aftermath

something survives

with all its struggling




Taking Root, Here and There



Sae will be travelling to Japan and deborah will also go on a short trip at the same time.

We will continue to post our blogs but they may be somewhat erratic due to time differences. 


Exploring the Depths

Introducing our resident sculptor and rock star...


Floyd Kuptana occupying his studio under the front steps of the gallery,

where he is creating a new masterpiece while teaching me, his newest student, the tricks of the trade.

The Space Calls the Show

What began last week in the gallery as 'o v e r t u r n e d' has evolved to include 'Hortense and Hernan'

and has added the important quality of seriousness.

All the exhibits which take place in the gallery are a conversation, in the space, with the space and for the space.

It is the medium of the space which allows visitors to have an experience of something other.  

Ok, Let's get this over with

The Winds of Change are Blowing

Wondering which end is up?


                                          Part of a new installation in the main gallery entitled;- 'o v e r t u r n e d'


A little bit scary, a little bit risky



This image is telling the story that humans are part angel and part donkey (the horse is just pretending)

Sometimes the donkey is wild and crazy.

Sometimes there is balance and agreement between the parts.