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Poet Artist Collaboration XV
Deadline: January 13, 2016


How to Exhibit at Crossings

UPCOMING EVENTS

Poet Artist Collaboration
April 4 - May 4

Public Reception:
Crossings - April 16, 6:30pm
7:30 - Program at State Theatre

 

EXHIBIT SPACE

PAST EXHIBITS

 

 

CURRENT EXHIBIT

6/20-7/30

Reception: Saturday, June 25, 6:15-7:30

Jean Formo and Anna Mason


    

Jean Formo - STONE STORIES    

Stones have stories to tell.  Beneath their seeming permanence, there is an ongoing transformation. They are even now, evolving, changing, becoming.  In a thousand years the smooth, patterned pebble in our hand will not look as it does now.  In time, the ocean will claim it, tossing it with the tides and storms until it is but a fragment of its former self.  Very slowly it will evolve into a grain of sand. The pressure of sand upon sand will usher it into the next stage.  Layers of sediment will eventually become rock, sometimes in the form of rock cliffs.  Eons pass and the cliff erodes back into the ocean, particle by particle. Storms and centuries come and go and the rocks become sculpted into pebbles once more.  And so, the wondrous pattern continues.

Most of these cliff-to-ocean “shingle beaches” curtain the coasts of Great Britain. The water’s edge is heaped with hilly mounds of pebbles.  Nearly always a rocky cliff rises up between the beach and the greedy ocean. The pebbles are so numerous there is barely room for sand.  One needs sturdy shoes to traverse a shingle beach, along with an appreciative ear to take in the noise of footsteps on such a terrain. On a shingle beach there is no need to hunt for the best, the most attractive stone.  One only has to reach blindly into the mix for a handful.  Each and every stone will be like a small colorful masterpiece on its own.  And yes, the stones really ARE that blue! On mornings after storms, the stones will have temporary neighbors….a few shells, a tangled necklace of kelp, or a feather fresh from the wing of a plover, now out of sight.

For me, stones have always had a meaning beyond their physicality, beyond their rates of hardness, shape, color or mineral content.  They speak to me in a metaphysical sense, being teachers and examples of wisdom, steadfastness and surety.  And the stone I may be drawn to touch, to bring home, could also have been the property of some ancient human who gave it personal meanings.  

In this new body of work I want to honor the miraculous cyclic life of the stone.  These beautiful treasures, like us, are always on their way to becoming something else.