Carlo Cesta 2007
Installation detail at the Tree Museum
Persona Volare's Granite Club exhibition at the Tree Museum closed this past weekend. I'd like to thank the curators, Anne O'Callaghan and E.J. Lightman for making this project, that took up the spring, summer and fall, one of the best exhibition experiences we've ever had. (even though I did whine non-stop about black flies, mosquitos, allergens, sunshine, and Turkey Vultures.) (I take it back. I loved the Turkey Vultures. And the dinners and the bonfires and E.J's beautiful family and hospitality)
 
John Dickson and Lisa Neighbour 2007
Collaborative installation outside view and original outhouse model
That is my kind of commode!
Ode to the little brown shack out back
http://www.emptage.com/Bobby%20Bare%20-%20Ode%20to%20the%20Little%20Brown%20Shack%20out%20Back.mp3
They passed an ordinance in the town they said we'd have to tear it down
That little old shack out back so dear to me
Though the health department said its day was over and dead
It will stand forever in my memory
Don't let them tear that little brown building down
Don't let them tear that precious building down
Don't let them tear that dear old building down
There's not another like it in the country or the town
It was not so long ago that I went tripping through the snow
Out to that house behind my old hound dog
Where I would sit me down to rest like a snowbird on his nest
And I'd read that Sears and Roebuck catalog
Oh I would hum a happy tune peeping through the quarter moon
As my daddy's kin had done so much before
It was in that quiet spot daily cares could be forgot
And it gave the same relief to rich and poor
Don't let them tear .. (chorus)
Now it was not a castle fair but I could dream of future there
Build my castle to the yellow jackets drone
I could orbit round the sun fight with General Washington
Or be a king upon a golden throne
It wasn't fancy built at all we had newspapers on the wall
It was air-conditioned in the wintertime
Oh it was just an humble hut but its door was never shut
And a man could get inside without a dime
Don't let them tear .. (chorus)
|
Carlo Cesta 2007
Installation detail at the Tree Museum
Persona Volare's Granite Club exhibition at the Tree Museum closed this past weekend. I'd like to thank the curators, Anne O'Callaghan and E.J. Lightman for making this project, that took up the spring, summer and fall, one of the best exhibition experiences we've ever had. (even though I did whine non-stop about black flies, mosquitos, allergens, sunshine, and Turkey Vultures.) (I take it back. I loved the Turkey Vultures. And the dinners and the bonfires and E.J's beautiful family and hospitality)
John Dickson and Lisa Neighbour 2007
Collaborative installation outside view and original outhouse model
- L.M. 11-07-2007 9:19 am
That is my kind of commode!
- J@simpleposie (guest) 11-07-2007 4:25 pm
Ode to the little brown shack out back
http://www.emptage.com/Bobby%20Bare%20-%20Ode%20to%20the%20Little%20Brown%20Shack%20out%20Back.mp3
They passed an ordinance in the town they said we'd have to tear it down
That little old shack out back so dear to me
Though the health department said its day was over and dead
It will stand forever in my memory
Don't let them tear that little brown building down
Don't let them tear that precious building down
Don't let them tear that dear old building down
There's not another like it in the country or the town
It was not so long ago that I went tripping through the snow
Out to that house behind my old hound dog
Where I would sit me down to rest like a snowbird on his nest
And I'd read that Sears and Roebuck catalog
Oh I would hum a happy tune peeping through the quarter moon
As my daddy's kin had done so much before
It was in that quiet spot daily cares could be forgot
And it gave the same relief to rich and poor
Don't let them tear .. (chorus)
Now it was not a castle fair but I could dream of future there
Build my castle to the yellow jackets drone
I could orbit round the sun fight with General Washington
Or be a king upon a golden throne
It wasn't fancy built at all we had newspapers on the wall
It was air-conditioned in the wintertime
Oh it was just an humble hut but its door was never shut
And a man could get inside without a dime
Don't let them tear .. (chorus)
- The Bru (guest) 11-08-2007 6:26 am