Posts Tagged ‘home’

Found objects derive their identity as art from the designation placed upon them by the artist and from the social history that comes with the object.

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This is a photo of a paint drop cloth, that I have used for various painting projects in my home.  I see this paint drop cloth as  an art object. The creative process starts with my seeing this functional object as an art object and then  my  cropping of the photo  of this object. I don’t see this as abstract art because it is a photo of a functional object.

Where's dinner?

I have several bird feeders hanging outside of my studio, which is on the lower level of my house. There is a sliding glass door, where  our two cats sit to  view squirrels hanging from bird feeders we have hung from the bottom of a deck. The deck is attached to the sun room on the the upper level of our house. We tried to feed birds from a feeder on the deck, but took it down because the squirrels enjoyed eating the wood deck railings after they had finished eating all the bird seed. My wife took this photo of a visiting squirrel sitting on the deck railing, looking through the sun room glass door. He or she thinks it is a pet and is looking at us to remind us it is feeding time.




all God's creatures

I took this photo my grandchildren Sophia and Dominic’s plastic animals, that they play with when they visit the home of my wife Carolyn and I. This photo was taken several months ago.


Carolyn holding our daughter Audrey, April 1981

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My daughter Christy, the person on the right , played Mrs. Webb in the play Our Town. She has acted in many plays at the Pressor Arts center in Mexico Missouri. My wife and and I attended the Sunday afternoon performance.The woman on the left is playing Mrs. Gibbs.

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Christy in another scene during the performance. Photos are from the facebook page of the Pressor Performance Arts Center.

Below is a blog post by our friend Tim Carson who with his wife Kathy attended this performance.

Our Town is every town

by vitalwholeness

I was pleased to recently attend another presentation of the now classic stage play Our Town written by Thornton Wilder. As you know, the sparseness of this play makes it rich. And the running commentary by the Stage Manager actually interprets the normality of life in its bigger view. There are portions of the three act play that always bring me to tears, mostly in the closing act that pulls no punches in bringing the stark reality of mortality and eternity to the fore.

The Stage Manager warns us early on that however intrigued we might be with day-to-day life in Grover’s Corners and refrains of love and marriage, more somber themes are on the way. He wasn’t kidding. Up to the cemetery we go where the dead are “weaned away from the world” step by step.

The living can’t grasp the meaning of life until it’s gone and they sure can’t grasp eternity, not fully, though, as the Stage Manger says, “everybody in their bones knows that something is eternal.”

But it is Emily, dead too early, who captures the longing for life unobserved and missed when she looks back one last time. Her monologue is the nut of the play, and one sentence stands out more than any other:

“Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover’s Corners. Mama and Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking. and Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? – every, every minute?

And we lean in and listen to the answer of the Stage Manager, our resident philosopher: “No. The saints and poets, maybe—they do some.”

After Emily returns and takes her place in the company of those who have crossed over, darkness falls over Grover’s Corners and the Stage Manager helps us, one more time, to see how the ordinary turns under the aspect of eternity. After noting the time, the way we finite creatures understand time, he speaks to us and says,  “Hm…Eleven o’clock in Grover’s Corners…You get a good rest, too. Good night.”

Do we get a good night’s rest? The saints and poets, maybe.

Is this an Easter story? Part of it? Or larger than it?

Think about that as you watch the close of Act 3 in the Lincoln Center production with actress Penelope Ann Miller.

Here is a segment from  the director’s note by  Dave Roland from the play program.
“It is a play about what it means to be human, what it means for ordinary, unexceptional people to have life and identity, and to contribute their own verse to ” the powerful play.” And in it’s own uniquely powerful way, it encourages the audience to be sure that they are contributing their own verse, they take some time to fully appreciate the small, beautiful wonders of life and our relationship to those with whom we share it.”


My backyard is covered with these small wild flowers.This section of the flower is less than an inch. I took this photo with my new i-phone camera. I may create a drawing of this visually interesting flower. I have no idea what is the name of this flower. Weed or flower I like the design and colors.

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My photograph ” soda can ” is part of series of photographs of objects found in my home. I place objects together, in a still life ,that are chosen because of their shapes and colors. The shadows cast by these objects become part of the design of my still life photographs. For this photo I cut apart a soda can with tin snips and took a photo of the inside of the soda can along with the bottom of the can

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I placed a yellow newspaper wrapper on a small blue table that was used by my daughter when she was a child. The green shape is a chair that she sat on when she created art on the blue table.The dark stripe shapes are blind shadows. This photograph was taken during the 1980’s.

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My photograph ” tin snips and a cut up can of ginger ale soda”  is part of series of photographs of objects found in my home. I place objects together, in a still life ,that are chosen because of their shapes and colors. The shadows cast by these objects become part of the design of my still life photographs.


Cosmic Love

Cosmic Love painting by John Dyess

Reproductions of my painting “Cosmic Love” on tee shirts, framed prints, wall art, pillows ,greeting cards, phone cases, apparel and coffee mugs can be purchased on