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GSU graduate student Monique Doyle will be exhibiting her thesis work August 2 – August 12, 2010. Reception on August 12, 2010 from 5-8pm. Doyle’s series of work “Remnants” captures the remnants of once habited structures and discarded personal possessions. The images are a documentary of neighborhoods, homes and personal possessions that were once a part of a full and functioning life, now left as part of the present landscape. These “Remnants” have become part of the landscape due to our present economic recession, and shows the deprivation of land and life. Doyle’s collection of images includes businesses and homes whose inhabitants are now just “Remnants” of past time. Doyle’s intent was to document areas such as Harvey, Illinois as well as the southeast side of Chicago. The facades of the buildings no longer have any redeeming qualities; they simply exist as an eyesore to most passer-byes. Doyle’s images are the scars that are left due to the harsh economic times these areas

Today I have Anthony Hamilton playing in the background while I am blogging and trying to make some rich brown gravy.  That has nothing to do with my post but I just can't help myself.  I love to write about everything that's going on around me. I have been volunteering at the library once a week because if I have enough hours in I don't have to pay fines.  I never want to give them their books back anyway sooo.... A young black man is tutoring a young black woman in algebra.  I know because I was tutored too.  She's not catching on to cubing and square roots.  He's so patient with her and knowledgeable.  Her small son is running around playing with the puzzles and stuffed animals in the children's section.  Why isn't this perspective of black manhood more often written about? One of the clerks there is a black woman whose mother loves opera.  I don't understand opera unless they speak English.  I suppose it makes sense for everyone to have their own per

Governors State University is pleased to present Figures in Abstraction, new work by Karen Keorpes. Figures in abstraction illustrates an abstraction of the figure in taking us away from the reality of what we show the world and pushes the figure into a visual display of our inner self. Karen Keorpes abstract oil paintings will be exhibited in a solo show at Governors State University, Visual Arts Gallery E-1580. The exhibition will open on August 31, 2010 and run through September 8. The opening reception is Friday, September 3 from 5:00-8:00 pm. The event is free and open to the public. Keorpes’ oil paintings evolve from her large collection of spontaneous sketchbook ink drawings. They are spontaneous drawings that I am compelled to draw these expressive figures as a way of unburdening my thoughts visually as if in a personal diary. Shapes and forms are used instead of words to create a visual story. Of emotions I have felt, seen, and heard on a

Complete Original Short Stories of Guy De Maupassant   I found this article as I was clicking aimlessly from one website to the other.  What I really like about the critique is that it exposes Tolstoy's humanity making him more accessible.  It is hard to believe I do not agree with everything he says; namely that a writer should have a moral connection to his work.  Consider the fact I get the chance to render an opinion about the thoughts of a writing genius.  Right or wrong I am thrilled! Anyway, I read De Maupassant's short story "Maison Tellier" (Madame Tellier's Excursion) in english of course, and Tolstoy's "God Sees the Truth, But Waits" in order to compare the writing styles of the two authors.  De Maupassant is like a reporter.  He records all that his keen eye sees and presents it to the reader, while Tolstoy tries to make a fable out of his story by giving unfathomable happenings religious meaning. I enjoy both styles of writing but hope t

A Poem Says It Better Than I Ever Could Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. The Eagle by Lord Alfred Tennyson (Fragment) He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.