Looking down from the TOWER, I cast a BEADY on the impressive audio-visual equipment. We had watched them get ready for this now nightly show, from beginning to fruition. And, now, the show had happened often enough, that we knew the rhythm. First a sequence of lights and simple patterns to CHECK that all was ready. Then the show would begin, moving chronologically through the art of the city, projecting images to an uplifting soundtrack, picking up on certain artistic themes. We still felt a thrill of excitement – not at all dimmed by having watched them set up and EQUIP the space. On the contrary, it is still thrilling and has done much to PIQUE our interest in the local museums. Every night, we notice new details, and we excitedly make plans for the next day’s museum excursions.

Georg’ann

She drew the nest as if she were a bird.
WOVEN line by line, from the bottom up,
working around to create an open PLACE for 3 small eggs.
The final image looks like a black and white photo.

It took most of the day. She’d stunned herself giddy, full of pride.
At 93 she’d never done anything like it before
despite a lifetime of art making utilizing fanciful methods.

How any drawing comes into being seems to me
sprinkled with PIXIE dust, magical even as I watch an image emerge.

It does PIQUE my interest, there is a desire to grasp
what is it she did, what was it that was different,
from all her other line drawings.

Mostly I set the intellect aside,
delighting in imaging this woman I love dearly
spending all day fully becoming an industrious bird
Like the robins and doves that build each spring
in the eaves of my porch,
I see her deftly dart and swoop.

Heather