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| The Spokane Art School & the MACThe Northwest Museum of Arts & Culture (MAC) is proud to carry on the legacy of the Spokane Art School. The non-profit art school officially closed its doors in May after nearly 40 years in business. While art class formats will change, the Museum is dedicated to continuing the Spokane Art School’s mission of bringing the arts to our community through an endowment created by the Spokane Art School. For more information about art programs at the MAC, contact sas@northwestmuseum.org.
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Is it enough that one woman recalls the way light rolled off the glaze of a cup lifted warm from the kiln, how it matched the precise shade of lipstick worn by her mother in the ‘40s, a permanent blessing shining from the cup’s rim?
Is it enough another can describe how the smell of paint thinner brings back that moment when a classmate confessed his shy desire not to paint geese, nor even the flight of geese, but the intimate specificity of emotion the first time he remembered hearing a flock pass overhead, their joyful noise louder than his parents’ argument?
Is it enough a woman admits she was bored with talk of shading, the subtle suggestion of lines, until she found, in the corner of a drawing in her sketchbook, some marks suggesting the features of her absent father’s face, how shocked she was to find him softer than she remembered?
Is it enough that couple fell in love throwing pots together, left streaks of wet clay on one another’s bodies, shared wedding wine from cups the color of freshly turned earth?
Is it enough one woman’s hands coaxed the color of violence from random scraps of cloth, that the needle stuttered and shook in her fingers, but stilled when she took a stitch, until she finally sewed herself back together?
It is enough this man knows of a single painting left by a woman cancer took in a rush, how it daily invents the house it inhabits, a woman, he says, whose two crooked fingers learned to hold a brush?
Is it enough that 40 years of students could learn how colors aren’t just pine pollen, basalt, or wheat, but also the dazzle of grass after rain, the breath of a deer lifting its muzzle from the edge of a lake?
Is it enough they will always know unmistakably the sound of a palette knife scraping canvas, the smell of wet boar bristles, the snap of beads on strings, the rap of a mallet & chisel on wood, on stone?
We hope it’s enough, this necessary shattering
of the self that moves us forward,
Samuel Green is the
August 27, 2008!
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