Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Goodbye to All That


This is, I promise, the last that you'll be hearing about my solo exhibit that closed on Saturday at the Alaska State Museum.  The exhibit has been taken down, the icons are being returned to those who so generously loaned them and the museum staff is readying the gallery for the next exhibit. 

I'm grateful for it all -- the work of preparation, the exhibit itself, everyone involved from start to finish.

A couple of thoughts.  First, I've been surprised at how tired I've been at the end of each day helping to take down the exhibit.  Which is, I suppose, a reminder that I'm just about a month and a half away from my 64th birthday.  I used to manhandle that 6'x3' icon (above)by myself, which the museum staff is taking down with a lift.  Twelve years later, I don't think I could pick it up by myself - I'm no longer strong enough (that, and my back!)

Secondly, as the show was coming down, it occurred to me that I won't be doing anything quite like this again.  It was a retrospective exhibit, which occurs at the end of one's career as an artist.  I may exhibit again but most likely nothing like this.  This particular chapter of my life has come to a close.

Which is alright, as it is an inevitable part of life and growing older.  An exhibit is relatively easy to say goodbye to.  Not being attached to your body, to your strength, to your various abilities and skills, to the illusion that your life somehow belongs to you, well, there's a challenge.

In the end, I think, it is gratitude that allows one to say goodbye with thanksgiving and equinimity.




Monday, April 23, 2018

"Windows Into Heaven" Final Week


This is the final week of "Windows Into Heaven", my retrospective solo exhibit at the Alaska State Museum in Juneau, Alaska, which closes on Saturday, April 28th.

I'm grateful to all of the churches and individuals who generously loaned icons for the exhibit, to museum curators Jackie Manning and Aaron Elmore without whom this exhibit would never have come together and who did a beautiful and sensitive job arranging and hanging the work and the exhibit labels.  Thanks as well to all of the other museum staff for their many kindnesses and assistance throughout the entire exhibit, especially Brian Wallace who created a panoramic photograph of the entire exhibit.

Many thanks also to the Juneau Council of the Knights of Columbus for supporting the publication of the booklet that accompanied the exhibit.

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

"Windows Into Heaven" Solo Exhibit Held Over

The Alaska State Museum has decided to hold over my Solo Exhibit "Windows Into Heaven" for an additional two weeks: the final day will be April 28th.

If you are visiting Juneau before then (or live here and haven't had a chance to come by and see the exhibit), please come by before it closes and take a look.

Friday, April 6, 2018

Christ is Risen! ¡Cristo ha resucitado! Si Kristo ay nabuhay! Xristos Kuxwoo-digoot!

The Paschal Icon: The Descent into Hell 

One of the more beautiful Catholic liturgical traditions (and useful if you are a procrastinator like I am!) is the octave.  Easter and Christmas each have an octave -- sadly, Pentecost lost its octave after the Second Vatican Council -- that lasts for eight days.  Eight being the number of super perfection (seven being the perfect number,  It took God seven days to create the world, seven Gifts of the Holy Spirit, seven corporal and spiritual works of mercy and of course, seven sacraments.

But it is on Easter, when , in the words of the Exsultet, Christ "broke the prison bars of death and rose victorious from the underworld"  which is the dawning of the eighth day, when all is brought to fulfillment in the Resurrection of the Lord.

There is only Easter Sunday, but it lasts for eight days.  Which is why, almost a week later, I am finally getting around to sharing Easter greetings with those of you reading this blog!

(In case you are wondering, the Easter greeting "Christ is Risen!" in the title of this post is in English, Spanish, Tagalog and Tlingit, all spoken by those who make up the Catholic Church in Southeast Alaska where I live.)

Saturday, March 24, 2018

Blessed Oscar Romero, Pray for Us!


Today is the anniversary of the martyrdom in 1980 of Blessed Oscar Arnulfo Romero, who gave his life as as a defender and advocate of the poor of El Salvador, whose oppression and suffering cried out to heaven itself.

On his feast day, I find myself reflecting on these words that he preached:

"For the Church the many abuses of human life, liberty and dignity are a heartfelt suffering.  The Church, entrusted with the earth's glory, believes that each person is the Creator's image and that everyone who tramples it offends God.  As the holy defender of God's rights and of God's images, the Church must cry out.  It takes as spittle in its face, as lashes on its back, as the Cross in its passion, all that human beings suffer, even though they be unbelievers.

The suffer as God's images.  There is no dichotomy between  humans and God's image.  Whoever tortures a human being, whoever abuses a human being, whoever outrages a human being, abuses God's image, and the Church takes as its own that Cross, that martyrdom."

Blessed Oscar Romero, Pray for Us!

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Seven Years of Civil War in Syria


Yesterday was the seventh anniversary of the beginning of the catastrophic civil war in Syria.  It began with the Assad regime violently repressing demonstrations calling for the resignation of Syrian President Bashir al-Assad and a democratic government, which quickly escalated into a brutal civil war.  First, between Syrian factions and then became a proxy war between neighboring countries that either backed the government or the various rebel factions.

The big losers have been the people of Syria, whose homes and towns and cities have been destroyed, who've been imprisoned and "disappeared" by the thousands and who have been forced to flee the relentless violence in their millions, seeking refuge either within the country, in neighboring countries or in Europe. 

As ourHoly Father has asked us to do, let us continue to pray for peace and an end to the violence in this unfortunate country.

Prayer for Peace in Syria

God of Compassion, 
hear the cries of the people of Syria. 
Bring healing to those suffering from the violence.
Bring comfort to those mourning the dead.
Strengthen Syria's neighbors in their care and welcome for refugees.
Convert the hearts of those who have taken up arms.
And protect those committed to peace.

God of Hope,
inspire leader to chose peace over violence
and to seek reconciliation with enemies.
Inspire the Church around the world
with compassion for the people of Syria.
And give us hope for a future of peace
built on justice for all.

We ask this through Jesus Christ,
Prince of Peace and Light of the World.
Amen.

Monday, March 12, 2018

Pure Gift, Pure Grace

Ivory Billed Woodpeckers by James Audubon

While in Sitka this past weekend my friend Fr. Andy, the Catholic pastor there mentioned that he thought bird watching was a particularly good pastime for priests and deacons.  Some of his reasons were obvious, others less so. 

  • Bird watching gets you out of the house and outdoors, walking around.  
  • Its an education in paying close attention.  
  • It involves silently looking and listening.  
  • Its a contemplative, even prayerful activity.  
  • Watching birds involves actual and not virtual reality. 
  • And its got just enough competition built into to keep most guys interested (eg. the sacred "life list".)


I'm just a civilian when it comes to birdwatching (although I'm thinking that after our conversation it may be time to get my binoculars and start watching).  I wonder too if watching birds might be a kind of pedagogy in the transcendence and mystical presence of God. 

Transcendent, because like God, wild birds are entirely other - they exist in an reality that may intersect with ours, but which we are unable to participate in except by analogy or imitation.

Mystical, because like God, these creatures are beings entirely outside of our control.   Birds appear and disappear as they please.  They can't be summoned up at will or controlled by us.  Rather, their presence is pure gift, pure grace.