Intersections... from feeding
the world to remembering dear ones,
from understanding the sacramental energies and fruits of the earth
to witnessing the occasions of grace inherent in the structure of all
breathing beings, the ECVA artists in this exhibition offer both divinely
abstracted and humanly grounded perceptions. We hope that as you view this
exhibition of intersections, you are able to discover, define, and
perhaps even re-define your own.
The following poem by ECVA President,
Ken Arnold, provides a fitting first step into this exhibition.
Intersected
by Ken Arnold
“Where are you?
What are you doing?”
Not cell-phone
banter, she needs to know.
She thinks I’m
lost. She’s been waiting.
“I’m at the
corner of Walk and Don’t Walk.”
It’s an old
joke, but that’s where I am,
at an
nondescript crossing without signs
in a city I
don’t know. This is her town.
“A red Mercedes
just passed”—
I check the
sun—“going east.”
Her exasperated
sigh is familiar.
I am not lost. I
know where I am,
at the
intersection of now and then
where my body
has been deposited
between a
mailbox and a fire hydrant
in front of a
diner’s gaudy facade.
We always wake
up where we are.
“There’s a cafe
here.” I tell her the name.
“I’ll come to
you,” she says, with
love’s
assurance. I go in for a coffee,
sit by the
window to watch as others
arrive at the corner and wait for the light.
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