A Country Cried     

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THE RAIN, THE SEA, AND NINOY

She took everything she could carry when she left Japan

She didn’t know where she would find it

But she knew where she was going

On her way back to the islands

It had been a rich experience living in Japan

Lots of experiences

Too many to think about

She keeps flashing on the image of Junji

Yakusa Boyfriend

Ebisuya

She said good bye

Without emotion

She had become very Japanese after four years

Living outside Kobe

In a small fishing village

She reached the islands

Came looking for a some brand new music

Something was out there

She could feel it drawing her there

This country and the people had become part of her

It was hot in Manila

Everyday it was hot

She was still living in Japan when he was killed

He was returning home

He was going to run for President

Democracy would return at long last

They really did believe in our democracy

The people embraced our values

They were thankful to us for saving them

She read about it one morning in Suma-ku

He was gunned down as he was leaving the plane

By some lone gunman

The gunman was seen in all the newspapers

Laying on the tarmac

Laying in the hot sun

For 12 hours

No one moved the body

But she knows that is not the truth

She was her way back to the island

He was walking down her dream path

When she saw him walking by

No glance

No look

He walked on

She took her dreams

Down to sea

And she dove in to the water

Her skin turned to bronze

Her hair turned golden blond

But he walked on

She saw his silhouette

As he sat beside the cave

His flute carried his feelings on the wind

And as his eyes secretly watched her

She took off all her covering

And she dove down

Into the sea of dreams

The girls began to gather around the fire

But still he avoided her

Until they told him of her music

Then the pain began

She watched his defenses grow

But on that first night

After the moon was full

They walked on down along the sea

They both lacked the strength

To leave it alone

And in their hearts

They pledged to all the stars above

That the music was their way

Of turning all that love on

They dove down

Into the sea of dreams

She brought the music back to the city

A Country Cried

When Ninoy Died

He was just trying

To right what was wrong

Put his people back on track

To where they once belonged

To where they once belonged

But they wouldn’t accept the changes

So they quickly rearranged it

When they killed this man

They thought it would

Be over

And done

Oh what a shame

Tell me brother

Who’s to blame?

A Country Cried

When Ninoy died

The recording was done in a studio in Manila

Upstairs the producer was meeting with the

Chief justices

Of the Supreme Court

To discuss the truth

Around Ninoy’s death

He would prove

That it was not Galman

Who shot Ninoy

But rather Galman

Had been killed the night before

And placed

In a refrigerated truck

Overnight

Then he was thrown out

Onto the tarmac

Frozen son

Who killed Ninoy?

For 12 hours Galman lay there

After Ninoy’s death

12 hours

To allow him

To thaw out

It was surreal

All of it

The song was banned on government radio

But they played it on opposition radio

She had to leave the country

She was passionate

About his death

About the people

About the fact that

We were about to send

$100,000,000

In military aid

To Ninoy’s country

She came back to her country

Everybody looked at her

Like she had already died

No one wanted to listen

She heard they were going to try and defeat him

So many candidates running

It was a circus

And in the end

It was Ninoy’s wife

Who was elected

President

People Power!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She left not of her own choice, but because it was the safer choice.

Following the movement of the people after Ninoy’s death, there was an effort by the govenrnment to frighten the people. Each individual or group of individuals that participated in this People Power Movement, was subject to their homes and businesses being burned down.

The oppressed rose up, fought back and won their country back.

 

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Rainbow Girls

 

I saw her walking the street one day

Not too long ago

One of my Rainbow Girls

My! My! Did she grow!

Black Tortoise shell glasses

Camouflage Converse Shoe

Mini Skirt

And a T-Shirt that says;

“Fuck You”

 

She’s my Silver Girl

Hard Life

Strong

Brilliant

 

But the sunshine yellow girl

That sunshine yellow girl

 

Now we got the purple girl

She was all smiles and curls

Big Ambitions

Wanted to see the world

 

Mmmmmm

Hiding her identity

From the authority

My purple girl…

She came from south of the border town…

She was hidin’ in my classroom

She brightened up my day

My Purple Girl

 

But that yellow sunshine girl

That Sunshine Girl

mmmmmmmm-

She changed my….

 

Pure As a Goddess

Dressed in White

Heavy laden with Pearls and Jewels

On her wedding night

So brave and so beautiful

And poor as can be

For the rest of her life,

My Pakistani White girl,

She gonna live in luxury

She was determined never to live poor

Since she was a little girl…

 

 

And sister RED

That Pakistani Twin

With the smile that goes ear to ear

And a heart that beats deep within

Living in the shadow of the Goddess

Hard to be a twin

These two little rays of sunshine

Mmmmmm

That brought us….JOY

 

But that Sunshine Yellow Girl

My Sunshine Yellow Girl

Mmmm …She changed my world

 

 

Mmmmmmmmmmm

And that Blue Girl

That Bosnian beauty

She got a story to tell

Vicitimized as a child…

It took her a little linger to grow

But she went off on her own

That Blue Girl

So many children in her family

And her Daddy

Man he kept her down

(I would counsel her about that)

She finally released herself

A teacher

 

My Blue Girl is a teacher

That silver girl is a dancer

My white girl

she lives in the medical land of the pharmacy

she educated herself

And now she’s living in luxury

With her mmmmmmmMan……

Who loves her so

 

 

 

But that Sunshine Girl

That sunshine Girl

From Mexico…

Mmmmm

Since she was a child

She changed me everyday day

She listens

To every word

And yes she did learn

Sunshine girl

She’s in the Art world…..

Yeah

 

These are my Rainbow Girls

But they changed my world

And the days go by

The student becomes the teacher

The teacher becomes the student

The child becomes the mother

The mother becomes the child

My Rainbow Girls

They’ll be here for .

…….awhile

 

They live in my heart………..

 

 

 

In the previously recorded sound piece, “Empty & Willin'”, produced and mixed in a recording studio, the thickness of the recording techniques is quite apparent.

Here the raw poetry is revisited,  I am using the  program called GarageBand, as a way to create a quick sketch, experimenting with new tools to in making sound.

The series continues with the second poem; “In The Sky”, and begins to merge with the focus of my paintings right now.

I am thinking about a question that Gauguin asked long ago;

Who are WE? Where did we come from? Where are we going?

 

EMPTY & WILLIN’

The SYMPTOMS were evident

In the Arts, In the Political Structure, the church, and the Family

It was the calm before the storm

The CRISIS before the TRANSFORMATION of an entire civilization

Doomsday speakers had their say

There is always a place in this world for the negative

It was the ones who thought positively

They were the TARGET!

To THEM we represented the PAST

The CONFRONTATION between the YOUNG and the OLD

FREEDOM and CONFORMITY

TRUTH and DECEPTION

But even as we grew, and became more a part of the system

They didn’t see us for who we really were

If they had listened to the voices in the sky who had inspired our minds

PERHAPS we would have spared the world such pain

But our world was set up

From the START our PLANET was involved in a CONSPIRACY in HEAVEN

That SHE took no part in

THAT WAS THE ANGEL’S BATTLE!

Those were Cosmic consequences that the planet had grown up with

EMPTY & WILLIN’

 

In The Sky

This round sphere spinning

Traveling around the great sun

Older than we realize

Hiding truths yet be revealed

In this time of man

The long history of earth

So Many stories and legends

Each one a part of the truth

Revealed over centuries

Millenniums

We think we know the story

We only know parts of the story

We have forgotten

Or lost

Most of the truth…

Buried and forgotten

Under the sands

Hidden from view

Lay the history of our planet

Under the sea

A world still so deep

Unknown to us

The hidden caves

Over time we discover

Bits and pieces of Ancient Texts

Cracked and dried out skulls

Traces of lives lived and lost to time

Mummies that reveal strangely shaped heads

And the Art

Everywhere

In every culture

Revealing something

Out there in the Sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sounds of painting, poetry, and piano come together in this sound piece created for my first CD.  The piano was recorded at Paragon Studios in Chicago, the voice at home in Wicker Park studio, and the sounds of painting were created the first month Rio and I were married.  As a sound man, he was surprised at the texture that my painting created as I gessoed canvas, and the canvas rumbled. I was working on a commission for a Set Painting for the TV Series, “SABLE”. Rio recorded 8 hours of the sound of painting which we then used in this sound piece for the album, “I & I”. I am working the next in the series of this genre which is closer to where my visual art is going at this time. I have posted a sketch of the new addition to this series concept…

The only way I can have you listen to the original version,

is to take you to the link on youtube: enjoy….

EMPTY & WILLIN’

The SYMPTOMS were evident

In the Arts, In the Political Structure, the church, and the Family

It was the calm before the storm

The CRISIS before the TRANSFORMATION of an entire civilization

Doomsday speakers had their say

There is always a place in this world for the negative

It was the ones who thought positively

They were the TARGET!

To THEM we represented the PAST

The CONFRONTATION between the YOUNG and the OLD

FREEDOM and CONFORMITY

TRUTH and DECEPTION

But even as we grew, and became more a part of the system

They didn’t see us for who we really were

If they had listened to the voices in the sky who had inspired our minds

PERHAPS we would have spared the world such pain

But our world was set up

From the START our PLANET was involved in a CONSPIRACY in HEAVEN

That SHE took no part in

THAT WAS THE ANGEL’S BATTLE!

Those were Cosmic consequences that the planet had grown up with

EMPTY & WILLIN’

(A new sketch poem…)

In The Sky

This round sphere spinning

Traveling around the great sun

Older than we realize

Hiding truths yet be revealed

In this time of man

The long history of earth

So Many stories and legends

Each one a part of the truth

Revealed over centuries

Millenniums

We think we know the story

We only know parts of the story

We have forgotten

Or lost

Most of the truth…

Buried and forgotten

Under the sands

Hidden from view

Lay the history of our planet

Under the sea

A world still so deep

Unknown to us

The hidden caves

Over time we discover

Bits and pieces of Ancient Texts

Cracked and dried out skulls

Traces of lives lived and lost to time

Mummies that reveal strangely shaped heads

And the Art

Everywhere

In every culture

Revealing something

Out there in the Sky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHEN DID YOU DECIDE TO LIVE?

There have been many “Becoming-Rain” moments in my life that could be referred to as “deciding to live” moments.

My first memory as a very small child was noticing the first bud on a tree branch in the very early Spring in the backyard.

It is an indelible memory that triggers each year after the winter solstice.

I think I decided that I was living and knew that I was a part of something bigger than me.

I began to live when I first saw the lights of a theatrical stage, and danced my first ballet.

I decided to live when dance became my language as young girl.

I began to live when I stepped on an airplane at the ripe age of 18 years old and headed out west in the middle of my senior year of high school. I stepped away from a male dominated family, and culture, and began the journey I am still traveling today.

I decided to live when I remained there, and in the end, attended University of California, Berkeley; priceless years, most of the great artists and scholars I studied with have passed on, but they were some of the ground breakers in Modern Art.

I began to live when I stood up for the rights of the Filipino people under the dictatorship of Marcos…as an ex-peace corps volunteer using my voice to speak through my music…

People Power followed that movement…

I began to live when I walked into the studio of Peter Voulkos,

His energy and huge personality filling my senses with the possibility of Art as a life…

And I decided to live as an artist in the darkened art history auditoriums of the great art historian Peter Seltz. Wild haired and magical, he transformed my vision of how it was possible to transform the world through Art.

I decided to live when I committed my life to Art, through teaching, through creating, by exploring many mediums, and continuing in the search for meaning in my art making, no matter the medium.

I decidcd to live when I gave Bob Dylan a painting, and he thanked me from the stage.

I bought a guitar and began my musical journey.

I decided to live when I took the stage for the first time at The Earl of Old Town in Chicago and became Patti Rain.

I decided to live when I married Rio.

I decide to live when we committed to the Wicker Park house and created a beautiful home out of rubble.

I decided to live when I took on two adopted children, both special needs amidst teaching 1200 kids a year

I decided to live when I retired from CPS, and chose to focus on my Art.

I decide to live when I accepted the LRMFA program’s invitation…

I keep on Living ….through the pain, and the memories…and the joys…

I continue to make the decision to live.

Making the decision to live for me, happens each time I make the choice that will allow me to continue to grow as an artist. There is always the dilemma of time and place, there is never enough time. But when deciding to live you accept the inevitable that time requires and try to use and bend time. The artist clock is an eternal and internal clock connected to nature and the seasons, connected to the pulse of humanity, each time we choose to live, we expand our possibilities as humans and the possibilities of what can contribute to the other humans on the planet.

Deciding to Live is a decision to BE.

The readings this week we raise the questions about the price of ART. About how we are  schooled in art and how our creative content is marketed and we become embedded in the contemporary art market.  How much is a painting worth? Who decides this?  How do we as aspiring artists, who have committed to the higher education degree that will certify that we are professional artists, manage the art market? What connections do we need? Who are the collectors? And for those of us who are not partaking in the dance, where does that artist who creates for the sake of creation, fit into this market?  Does art have meaning if it remains hidden from the rest of the world?  And how is the market structured, who fuels the prices?  An interesting story is the art of Kazuo Shirage.

The Art Market has rediscovered the work of the Japanese artist Kazuo Shiraga, pushing the market prices for his work from $300,000 in 2003 to over $1,000,000 in 2007, after a group of collectors visited Japan in the last few years (2005)  and purchased every piece of art they could find on Shirage. His work is now sought after, due to the collectors and their desire to make their own purchases of his work more valuable.

 

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The work of Kazuo Shiraga and Jackson Pollack are linked together by their common desire to incorporate the entire movement of the body in the work itself.  Jackson Pollack’s style of painting,was referred to as  ‘Action Painting’, Abstract Expressionism.  When we study the work of both artists, we see a connection both in the methodology and execution of the paintings.  The images of the back and white works, side by side, reflect the commonality of their work. Finding the books of the art and practice Kazuo Shiraga in Jackson Pollack’s studio, after his death, indicates that Pollack was interested, and perhaps very influenced by the style of the ‘Gutai’ artists in Japan. Shiraga was part of this group, and was also interested in the work of Jackson Pollack.  “Gutai’ refers to the post-war art movement of abstract artists in the Osaka area, in the 1950’s. Inspired by the Japanese style of ‘Shodo’, a version of Japanese ink painting, using very large brushes, and using the art of meditation to ‘find’ the image in the blank paper, bith artists work intuitively.  Working on the floor like Pollack, these paintings are very reminiscent of the work of Pollack. Shirage was sometimes suspended from ropes above his work, using only is feet to paint the image. These two artists, East and West, have a connection that I find very interesting.and each of them has seen a huge rise in the value of their work, after the deaths.

 

Truth or Fiction?

We encountered para fiction in many different practices in our readings. I begin to think about the idea of truth, fiction, deception, exaggeration, and the LIE.  In thinking about these concepts in creative work, I am thinking about how to create something that is not quite either…but perhaps both.. with TRUTH embedded within the work…

The Art Institute of Chicago

presents

“Woman and the Painted Spirit”

An Exhibition of Women Painters 1910-2010

100 Years of Art

 

Marion Mahony-Griffin

Georgia O’Keeffe

Judy Chicago

Alice Babers

Patricia Rain Gianneschi

Hilma af Klint

 

Special Lecture

by

Sylvia Rohr

Art History Professor

The School of The Art Institute of Chicago

Thursday September 2, 2012

6 p.m.

New Women’s Gallery Theater

Marion Mahony-Griffin Wing

 

We begin this evening’s lecture tour by looking at three women featured in this exhibition.

Why these women?

Each painter featured, in this exhibition, pioneered a life-style and a style of Art that was, either rejected, misunderstood or left unrecognized by the establishment of the so-called Art World, with the exception of O’Keeffe. Why?

   This is what we will investigate this evening.

Perhaps the greatest dilemma we have is coming to terms with the forgotten artist, Marion Mahony-Griffin. Dying alone, in Cook County hospital, Marion was cremated and placed in an unmarked grave in Chicago.

Until the late 1900’s, Marion lay forgotten in Grace land cemetery, in Chicago. It was the work of a fellow artist in this exhibition, also a Chicago artist, Patricia Rain Gianneschi, that helped to establish Marion’s place in this museum as the genius behind the Prairie School Style of Architecture. Gianneschi brought to light her story, creating a performance Art piece that combined, ballet, drama, painting, historical research, and a bit of revelation, with the students of George B. Armstrong School of International Studies in Chicago’s Roger’s Park in 1999. The piece will be performed for the first time since the children’s performance, this evening as part of the opening of this newly built theater, honoring the artist, Marion Mahony-Griffin.   This Performance Art piece, a two year collaboration between The Art Institute of Chicago, The Chicago Public Schools, The Chicago Conservation Center and The Polk Brothers Foundations was part of ‘The City In Art Project “ from 1999 – 2002, and was mainstreamed on the web site of The Art Institute in 2000. It remains there today, as one of the highlights of early technological advances in Museum Education at the turn of the new millennium, prior to the creation of the Art Institute’s New Modern Wing. I was the coordinator for that project. This piece featured one of the only surviving murals by Marion Mahony-Griffin. It is the feature painting of this exhibition. It was restored in 1998. It features a nest of blue heron, being fed by their mother with several woodland fairies assisting. In the second panel, we see the father heron “winging his way”, with more fish to feed his babes, while two water fairies assist him. Marion’s belief in fairies captivated Gianneschi and her young students, and it was through her research she discovered an unpublished manuscript here at the Burnham Library entitled “The Magic in America”. Here Marion described her mural at Armstrong,

“standing on a table in the hallway to paint it”, and her belief in fairies.

Gianneschi eventually wrote a children’s book, and some of these some of the paintings are featured in this exhibition. One painting in particular, created in the summer of 2002 at Ox-Bow in Saugatuck Michigan, where she was Artist In Residence, was used as the illustration for the page that told of the year of Marion’s birth, 1871, the year of the Great Chicago Fire. Instead of a cow, as the story goes, we see a horse, as the animal who “kicked the lantern and started the fire”. Upon closer examination, we see that the horse in the painting was inspired by the Mexican Muralist, Diego Rivera. It was after the painting was completed that she realized she had confused the story and remarked,

“It was the horse who kicked the cow, who kicked the lantern, that started the fire! We’ll tell a new story!”

The painting is full of images reminiscent of Kandinsky. Rain studied the writings and paintings of Wassily Kandinsky both as an undergraduate student at the University of California, Berkeley, and as a graduate student at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago. His writings compliment the writings of Rudolf Steiner, and together these spiritual artists influenced the early development of her work. She is a spiritual painter with influences from Rudolf Steiner, and Arthur Dow, to Peter Voulkos and Hans Hoffman. Two of these influences we know O’Keeffe shared, Arthur Dow and Rudolf Steiner.

Marion Mahony-Griffin was a Theosophist, and a follower of Rudolf Steiner. Her architectural genius is evident in the work she did in Australia and India, illustrating their common belief in the spiritual aspect of architecture. The work that is included in the text, ‘THE GRIFFINS IN AUSTRALIA & INDIA”, by Turnball & Navaretti, documents her architectural genius. She did in fact, create the first modern architecture on the continent of Australia. Her renderings of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Architectural drawings, most of which have not been seen until this exhibition, are executed on silk. These beautiful renderings lead one to believe, that she too was aware of the teachings of Arthur Dow and his compositional exercises known as Notan, a concept in Japanese Art. Notan is a Japanese word that means, “dark, light”. It refers to the quantity of light reflected, or the massing of tones of different values. Notan beauty means the harmony resulting from the combination of dark and light spaces – whether colored or not – whether in buildings, in pictures or in nature. Certainly we can make a strong argument that Marion was aware of these concepts, and that after Frank Lloyd Wright visited Japan, these concepts influenced the development of The Prairie School Style of Architecture. We know today Marion is the second most important founding member of The Prairie School. The idea of enclosing sacred space, of being in harmony with nature, utilizing the elements of ‘Notan”, and a search for spiritual truth, are themes that are repeated in the work of all three artists in this exhibition of many, we have chosen to focus on this evening.

What was different about O’Keeffe that allowed her work to be seen and her success celebrated for most of her artistic life. Was there a struggle for O’Keeffe? Unlike Marion, O’Keeffe enjoyed success at an early age, and certainly was not forgotten. Was Alfred Steiglitz the reason for her success? Would O’Keeffe’s work be as well known had it not been for her association with the most important curator of early Modern Art?   We can never know. What we do know is that she was fortunate to have the luxury of a rich artistic career, with the time and money to focus on the development of her artistic philosophies. She had no children, but did teach in her early career. Marion Mahony-Griffin, like Gianneschi, spent her later years , after the death of her husband, in the nurturing and raising of children. Marion took her three orphaned grandnieces and nephews in, and raised them as her own, donating the materials documenting her career to the Art Institute of Chicago.

Patricia Rain Gianneschi, raised two adopted children and taught Art at the same school as Marion Mahony-Griffin’s sister taught art in the 1920’S, the home of “The Woodland Fairy Mural we looked at on this evening’s tour. Their choice to become the caretakers of children, certainly affected the time spent making art and the time spent developing philosophies of their Art. But both artists managed to develop strong platforms based on their mentors and the philosophies set down by the spiritual artist, Rudolf Steiner. O’Keeffe’s spirituality was enriched by her life in the high desert of New Mexico and the spiritual environment surrounding her in that Native-American landscape. Her love of polished bones and smooth rocks, which she collected and are still on display at her home in Abiqui, New Mexico, I feel, connect her to the spiritual beliefs in early Japanese Shinto. Gianneschi lived and worked in Japan for four years, and all three artists had a connection to the spirituality of Japan and the art-forms developed from eastern spiritual belief systems. We know that Gianneschi was influenced also by the work of Hilma af Klint, and the work of her teacher Alice Babers, wife of Paul Jenkins. She also studied with and was mentored by Peter Voulkos at University of California Berkeley, where she earned her first degree in Art.  Her connection to Judy Chicago was during her studies at UC Berkeley where she Judy at the opening of “The Dinner Party” in San Francico in the mid-1970’s. The influence of Klint, led her to investigate many of the symbolist painters and the era of the Spiritualists in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s in America and around the world.

These women painters were responding to their environments and the influences of modernity and the spirituality of the times.

images  Marion Mahony Griffin

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Alice Babers “Through Sleep to Orange”

 

P. RAIN Gianneschi The Great Chicago Fire” 

Chicago Fire 1873

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Hilma af Klint (October 26, 1862-October 21, 1944) was a Swedish artist and mystic whose paintings were

amongst the first abstract art.  These were painted 1902-1907

Below

Judy Chicago

“The Dinner Party”

One of the most, if not the most, important creative work done on the history of women.

In the 1970’s Chicago was part of the founding of “Woman House” in L.A.

She was at the forefront of the Women’s Movement.

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ATTENDING TO THE SOUND

 

The day begins

I crawl through the opening

A barrier between this plane and this reality,

Into the dense images produced through

Attentive Listening

 

Listening for the portal, I jump through

Allowing my body to become the tool

Automatically stretching the sound in my ear,

To the touch of my fingers, through the pen

I am in my body

I imagine space

 

A dark background, the stars like smoke or fog, so dense, so thick, almost cloud like

Pushing and pulling sound

Like a Hoffman painting, thick with color

Meant to open the channels of inner space

 

That one low range

Always the lower chakra

Hitting and stirring sensations

Moving now into a spiral form

Each note expanding

 

Push

Pull

 

 

 

A Collage of Images meander through this video of Dylan’s 1991 unreleased “Series of Dreams”.  The images and video presentation move the viewer through the poetry and into the mind through the music of the Artist…here TIME is fractured seamlessly.  40 years or more woven into one beautiful tapestry of iconic images.