New Year's Eve in New Orleans

The Saints are in the Play Offs! The players are requested Popeye's fried chicken on the flight to the game. Superstitions abide in this city where we mix our Catholicism with gris gris. Marie Laveau's grave just got a coat of pink paint for the new year. All things must be kept in proper perspective.

King Cakes are out at the neighborhood Rouse's Grocery Store; King's day is not until January 6th. We put out the King's cake for those travelers who are returning to places where there are no such things. WE are all King's in search of some great majestic force. Some find it in the guise of religious celebrations, other find in in honoring traditions both of the spiritual nature and the carnal nature.

A few neighbors have already put their Christmas trees out on the curb, our tree is still lite and celebratory! It is only the 6th day of Christmas. The season has just begun. The wise men have not even visited yet.

Some of us keep the tree up and decorate it in purple, green and gold. These are the colors of Mardi Gras and represent gifts, too. Purple stands for justice, green for faith, and gold for power. Very similar to the gifts brought by the Magi. The Christmas green and red is replaced with the tri-colors brought by the King of Rex.

We invite all to come to New Orleans for the carnival.

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Fleur de Bris Signs of Recovery

Fleur-de-Bris the Signs of Continued Recovery in New Orleans

By Rosalynn Moore

Blanche Debris, roast beef debris, and now Fleur-de-bris: All are gifts from the Crescent City. Blanche Debris is the name of a French Quarter character who reigns over the Mardi Gras Day Costume Review. Roast Beef debris is the name allotted to a very sloppy poor boy sandwich which is only as good as the amount of au juice that drips down your arms while eating. Fleur-de-Bris is the name, according to Heather Mattingly that she assigned to her debris encrusted flowers.

Revisiting New Orleans in June left me with the impression that Debris Art is massaging a wounded city. Several debris artists are displaying their healing processes using nuts, bolts, bottle caps, broken glass, shells, and imagination!

Annie Lennox’s song “Walking on Broken Glass” could certainly be the theme song of “Trina”, one artist who moved back to Gentilly in Eastern New Orleans after a St. Louis evacuation. While in Missouri, Trina became focused on stained glass art.  She reported that when she returned to her beloved hometown, “Windows were everywhere;…. me and my son, Max, were scavengers.” Like the crabs of South Louisiana, these scavengers make found objects homey, welcoming, beautiful, and hopeful.

The photo above is a window by Trina, into the chaos that blew ashore: hinges, film negatives, and a door knocker, all are embedded signs of recovery.

Stained Glass by Trina Mosaic Salon and Gallery 8125 Hampton St., NOLA 504-865-0809

In a second piece by “Trina”, broken vases are implanted to recreate “Eve’s” face. Like so many of the Gulf Coast survivors, Eve is resurrected from the shards of rediscovered treasures. Trina reports that individuals have brought to her relics from their homes to incorporate into memorial glass patchworks. These renderings resemble colorful band aids lovingly placed over wounds.

	“Eve” by Trina

 

                               

     I viewed “Fleur des Bris” wall hangings collaged from watches, plastic beads, bottle caps, and screws attached to wooden cut outs created by Heather Mattingly and Kerry Fitts. Heather is a carpenter by day and an artist by night who says that she misses her family.  She believes that her parents and two special needs siblings are better provided for in a non-recovering city. Her miniature shotgun relics are as colorful and numerous as the originals. I imagine that a busy post-Katrina carpenter feels the pulse of these old homes. Her mini-homes each hold a fleur-de-bris memory. Perhaps they, too, wonder if their former glory will be reclaimed from the ruins.

http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5135833  

These signature flowers are bouquets of strength in New Orleans.  Artists are expressing their grief and recovery as they explore the fringes of the devastation for tidbits of their former lives from which they create new offerings. The resulting images resemble the Mayan Sastun, a stone of light, flashing brilliantly as these artists apply their craft like the ancient healers, who also relied solely upon native materials to produce their healing balms.

I purchased a tiny key which hangs from a mother-of-pearl belt buckle. The flat three- notched key looks like one that would open a small precious chest. The key has a tiny silver fleur de lies attached on a loop. This whole group is tied together with a piece of white lace ribbon. I wear this as an amulet around my neck on a thin piece of leather that I tie up in the back. I feel like my heart is protected and held safely in place behind my amulet. Kerry Fitts has several of these necklaces for sale in the Magazine Metal Shop at 2036 Magazine St.  

  Across the street at 2127 Magazine St., Ruth Marie Wright, who has her before-and after-Katrina self portraits hanging near one another, shows a happy pre-Katrina face and a self strangulation post Katrina death grip. Joan Trenor, the owner of the Cameron Jones Shop, says that the artist’s latest work shows a happier side with more of the joie de vivre that was illustrated before the storm. Ruth says, “My painting is my salvation.” Ruth Marie’s left hand is no longer wrapped around her neck in a self-strangulating hold, but those hands are stretching her mouth with her fingers into a huge grin with her tongue sticking out between her lips in a raspberry-like fashion. Her newest work has four women drinking and playing cards, and like the art her luck is improving, too. After moving around for three years, she now has a home near Lafayette, LA.  The return of humor and a roof over the head of her head and the head of her 50 year old disabled daughter, Andy, are certainly signs of healing.

      On another wall in the gallery there hangs a humorous dream catcher of sorts. “The Bone Woman,” the only moniker of a female artist has a soft sculpture weaving a crab shell, feathers, and broken boards from her post-Katrina home. She annotates the work with a hand-inscribed title: “Keep on Laughin’ and Da Whol’ World Smiles wit’ You.” Blessed be, Bone Woman. Joan says that The Bone Woman could certainly benefit from the sale of her art. Like for so many artists in New Orleans, the need for cash is a given. Returning to lost and destroyed edifices is such an overwhelming tasks, it could zap Mother Teresa’s energy. How these artists have recovered is a testament to their resiliency.  They represent the side of a city that history has bought and sold, one into which the Mississippi River, Lake Pontchartrain, and the Gulf of Mexico waters have poured trillions of tons of debris. Enough is dredged and washed ashore for thousands of art works.

Debris from this mighty river is used by its citizens to create levees, make a category 5 coffee with chicory, and wash its dirty laundry.  What it washes down is used to make furniture, frame art, and create a molten river brown that only flood waters dare generate.

                Heralded and sung about for generations, the river stills rolls along, and so do the artists who have the rich visions to make beauty from so unique a spot on our planet. This richness has been evolving for centuries and will continue to flow; lucky those of us who have the opportunity to see the many beautiful gifts that wash up onto our shores and who display the works for others to see. To end on a musical note, a sound track if you please, listen to Annie Lennox’s “Into the West,” from The Lord of the Rings.  Like the power that must be returned to its source, these artists desire to rise again out of the broken glass and shattered dreams and to exemplify to the world the healing power wrenched out of their Post-Katrina debris lives.
* Unfortunately, these galleries did not continue. They have been replaced by other types of shops.

Debris: Art and Artists 2008

Anchors to others

Wings to artist…

Dredged and washed ashore;

Debris from Katrina

Become feathers,

Strom churned energy,

“Kicked up a notch”.

Replacing the sour with the freshly

Enriched soil and soul fertilizer;

Mother Earth’s reclaiming her children;

Giving “new eyes” to see

Rust encrusted debris,

Turned focal points,

“Found” objects of art.

Rosalynn Moore

July 13, 2008

 While sitting in John Bech's French inspired restaurant last night I could not help remembering a trip to Provence that Bobby, my husband, and I took in 2002.  Bobby and I dined in a warm and rich atmosphere similar to the delights that we experienced in Provence many years ago. This trip required an hours drive across Lake Pontchatrain rather than a trip across the Atlantic. A highlight to this trip, that we did not have in France, was the conversations with both the chef Erik Loos and John Besh.  They separately visited with each of the many guests.

I began my epicurean experience with the pumpkin cocktail. A combination of Buffalo Whiskey served in a sugary trimmed martini glass. Josh, the bartender, even wrote and delivered to our table, the recipe for the caramel simple syrup that added the sweetness that I enjoy in a beverage.

Ashley, our server, who used to work at Galatoire's Restaurant encouraged our exploration of the menu. The beet and smoked shrimp salad that I devoured was enriched by the lovely pate that sat on out table with crispy French toast points. Ordering the snapper with turnips was a leap of faith on my part.

My eyes lite up when my entree arrived. My plate looked like an under water scene from the "Little Mermaid." The green turnips were stacked into two little columns and surrounded by white 1/4 inch cubes of the turnip root. This creation was wedged between a lovely piece of scored fish and a pallet of red wine matelote sauce. There were tiny sprigs of garnish that resembled beautiful coral fans added to my underwater scene. To my delight there were gruyere malfati balls to kick up the flavor. This dish was as delicious as it was creative and playful.

Bobby had the quail gumbo which had the rice hidden in the quail stuffing. Yet another creative variation on the rich and flavorful local tradition. His sheephead fish came assembled with jumbo lump crabmeat, mushrooms, and  brown butter hollandaise.  We relished these gifts from the seas.

To end our charming evening we shared the Meyer Lemon Curd Tart with Italian meringue and preserved blackberry ice cream! A lovely combination. We sang Christmas songs as we crossed the foggy lake. Another wonderful food adventure in the city that makes eating such a gift.

Thank you John Besh for your vision and your selection of chefs.

http://www.laprovencerestaurant.com/restaurant-bar.html

 






"Will Ryman built a walk-in wood structure, coated in gold resin and packed with ideas about American history. He also packed the cabin with things that shaped our history: bullets, arrowheads, cotton bolls, chains, sparkplugs, iPhones, lumps of coal, and much, much more."
http://www.nola.com/arts/index.ssf/2013/10/star_sculptor_will_ryman_sets.html

Having third grade students close their eyes before entering the sculpture caught 6 little girls by surprise.  They had guest before entering the sculpture that it might be Santa's house. They marveled, as do most visitors to this intriguing piece of Americana, at the diversity of objects used to complete the interior of the cabin.

This representation of America has many of the students spreading the word. "You must see the cabin." They whisper to one another as they pass other touring groups.

I encourage all to see for yourselves what Mr. Ryman has created.
Ask yourself why you are standing on the chains on the floor of the gold gilded log cabin?

Awaiting the renewal of light into our world again. New Orleans has been given the title of one of the cities in the world where renewal and resilience abound. It is appropriate at this time of the year to focus on the spiritual rekindling of our city.

This cultural oasis invites the creative, slightly

imbalanced to walk, create, and play among us. We welcome those who see the world through different lenses. We enjoy the askew views and challenging perspectives.

The music, food, and dance of our souls invites you to partake in the resurrection of this city, these people, the cultural renewal and awaking of our New Orleans.

Lin Emery at NOMA

Walk up the grand marble staircase to the second floor of the museum and turn to your right and cross into the newer building and turn left. There's a treasure trove of Lin Emery's sculptures on exhibit. Movement, sound, and polished aluminum whirl around the white walls flashing reflected light from these kinetic works.

I watch with delight as we bring students into this space. There is a moment of silence while they take in the space.  One of the boys that toured last week said that he saw people and that we are all "connected."

I believe that the artist would have smiled had she been observing others observing her work.

While the docents were learning about this body of work, I sat underneath "Cumulus." The gentle rhythm and movement bounced the light all around me. I could even see myself in the work. Perhaps this is what our young guest saw. We observe and are brought into the sculpture. It's movements encircle us and draws us into the dance.

Please come and sit with Lin Emery's works for awhile. You may feel the connections, too.

The exhibit runs through January 12, 22014.

http://arthurrogergallery.com/artists/lin-emery/


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Moses, Too Ugly to Prostitute

I met Moses on the corner of Elysian Fields and  Clairborne Avenues. (There is so much symbolism here, that I'll save that for an entry onto itself.)

He was holding a sign that read," Too Ugly to Prostitute." This corner is always frequented by the lost children asking for a hand-out.  I have always been partial to these folks ever since my once very rich uncle became a street person.  I had but one single dollar left in my wallet which I gladly handed over to Moses, because "you made me laugh."

That's what I told him.  How typically New Orleans when the street children are using humor to implore our help.  I remember two street people on M Street in Georgetown, VA. four Christmastides ago.  They were one block apart on a busy shopping day, each had cups in their hands.  One was smiling, the other was very somber.  I gave to the smiling man.  I know that this sounds rather snobbish of me, but something in me said that was how I was to respond.  I reinforced the smiling homeless man wrapped in his blanket on that very cold December day, because he made me smile.

Ironic isn't it. I am supposed to make him smile with my donation.  I worked with some students at the Center for Jesus on Rampart Street years ago. We were preparing a meal for the homeless men and women there.  I will never forget how a homeless man, who had his seizure medication confiscated by the police, was ministering to us!  Here he was, with the potential to seize at any moment, telling us how wonderful God was.

I will leave the conclusions for you, dear readers to draw.

Peace,

Rosalynn

An Advent Reflection

Angst and anger
stuff right and left.
My brain brims
UN ABle to create.
Fear and anxiety
CREEP into all of
the crevices.

Oh, Heart,
Beat LOUDly
Over power the
noise in my head;
Making room for Jesus

New life and hope
"Seek and yea shall find,"
A tiny speck of space...

Let the LIGHTS shine in;
Pin hole size at first,
Because I am unaccustomed
Yeah, uncomfortable..

Keep prying, pealing,
Surely the space will
O   P   E   N
Surround the sorrow
With healing light...

THere it is:
Hope, beauty, love, peace and
Joy...

It's been there, all the while,
Waiting for me to exhale:
The oxygen rushes in
Sparking the DNA and creation.

My wish for all on this Thanksgiving Day, 2013. Please sing your own song.

Singing Your Song

Gifts from the sea,

Soul Food to nourish and inspire

Honey for our ears and spirits

Sweet sounds of laughter

Bubbling up and over into our day-to-day strut

Blended compositions of music

Spread out on a sheet for all to hear, sing and enjoy.

Our songs are many;

The symphonies of our life;

Heard, heralded, harked,

Sing, hum, dance out loud;

In High Definition;

Strut, march, twirl,

Lead the band; don’t follow.

It’s your composition.

Sign off on it;

Accept, acknowledge it.

Bath in its energy

Let your DNA rejoice.

Your time is here and NOW

         Oak Street Poor Boy Festival

No we are not honoring poor boys.  We honor food of all shapes and sizes. Yesterday, we strolled down Oak Street from St. Charles to the river, and found that we could sample everything from Zapp's chips dipped in dark chocolate to the entire thanksgiving meal between two pieces of Leidenheimer's bread.

Leidenheimer's bread was at all of the 30 vendors food stations!  This New Orleans tradition has been encasing poor boys for 117 years!  Eating the bread alone has always been a treat.  Imagine our delight when Oak Street Cafe wrapped it around turkey, corn bread dressing, and cranberry sauce!  Now that's how you sell leftovers to your loved ones after Thursday's celebration!

The line for G.W. Fin's fried lobster poor boy was a 30 minute wait, and well worth it!  I met two young men who work for the Pelicans, one from Cape Cod and the other from New Jersey.  All you have to do is smile at others waiting for good food and the conversation flows.

When I asked the chef from G.W. Fin how many pounds of lobster he'd prepared, he said,"I'll have bad lobster karma from now on."

I hope that his dreams did not include large claws like the ones on our sandwich!

Trinity Episcopal Church Ministry

What a privilege for me to be involved in the Trinity Episcopal Church Wednesday night gatherings. Last night Father Jim Morrison read the gospel about  Zacchaeus who climbed up a sycamore fig tree so that he might be able to see Jesus. Jim jumped up and around the altar and even climbed up onto the podium like the gospel character looking for Jesus.

The children were engaged and I was laughing.  Such antics are helpful and quite moving. "How do you physically look for Jesus in yourself and in one another?" he asked.  I find myself reviewing the words and the scene this morning.

I used to climb the trees in City Park to view the world from a different angle. Like Leonardo, I guess I need to look at these things from three different views. I appreciate the view of Fr. Jim from the top of the podium.

Thank you Father Jim and Trinity Church.

http://www.trinitynola.com/document.doc?id=1374

Second Graders at NOMA

Today I shadowed two of the NOMA docents as they guided artist-in-training through a" Look at Architecture" and "The Elements of Art."

 I observed student drawing columns, identifying the animals represented in the griffins that guard the original building, discussing architectural features in a Dutch painting, and having fun!

Seeing the works through these inquisitive eyes made me smile.  There are no false boundaries yet imposed upon their searching eyes.  They see things that adults are too busy thinking to see.  Once the ideas were discovered they were remembered.  I believe the Newman students are all going to add griffins to the city that they are designing.

The second group of students, came with curiosity.  One little girl with a multitude of braids on her quizzical head thought that the museum was filled with toys.  She observed a boy blowing bubbles and noticed that he was wearing a red dress.  I wonder how she will interpret that?

Art stimulates the brain and the imagination.  The all-girls group saw the Elements of Art through Miro's  Portrait of a Young Girl with a circular hat and the jewelry of Sargent's Mrs. Asher.

My hope is that they will all be inspired and continue to be brought to the museum.  My earliest and fondest memories were of visiting NOMA when I was young.  Those early visits gave birth to my art appreciation and my desire to lead others into this world.  Thank you citizens of New Orleans and Mr. Delgado for the support.

NOMA Museum update

Today we toured the new exhibit by Camille Henrot, Plasma, Plasma, Stealth.  This mixed media display connects the Cities of Ys, France with the Houma Indians from south Louisiana and the thorny question about the definition of culture.



http://noma.org/exhibitions/detail/72/Camille-Henrot-Cities-of-Ys

"Seeking to tie together two cultures, the Houma, and her own, Henrot recalls a legend told by her grandmother, a storyteller from Brittany, France. Brittany was an isolated coastal region of France that has maintained their culture through oral histories and storytelling. According to this legend, titled “City of Ys,” Ys was a luxurious coastal city protected by a seawall. In some iterations of the story, Princess Dahut of Ys, convinced by a foreign knight, stole the key to the floodgate from her father, King Gradlon. As a result of her transgression, the floodwalls collapsed and Ys was submerged underwater. However, the legend adds that the city continues to exist under the waves."

"Henrot draws an analogy between the physical loss of land in Ys and southern Louisiana, but there is also a religious suggestion. In another video of Plasmas plasma stealth (2013), Kirby Verret, a member of the Houma, recites bible passages for a Sunday sermon. Sliced into images of Verret is video footage of young girls getting dressed in traditional Houma costume, braiding their hair slowly and wrapping it in fabric and fur. This video poignantly shows the religious tidal wave of mainstream U.S. culture that has subsumed much of the original traditions of the Houma."
http://noma.org/news/detail/243/Camille-Henrot-Cities-of-Ys-at-the-New-Orleans-Museum-of-Art

 Here is a poem that I wrote comparing Venice to New Orleans.  Camille actually has a reference to Venice as an add on to one of her video pieces.

La Serenissima*

Venice and New Orleans both on the edge of destruction

Both sinking into the sea.

One in the Adriatic; the other in the Gulf

Both altars to international trade, travel, and influence.

Both colorful and flirtatious

Housing the creative genius of blended cultures:

Bellini, Titian, Marsalas, Sachmo, Percy

Myths of the Greek and Romans gods present everywhere;

From the streets of the muses to the lofts of the artists;

Lumbering under the rise and fall of the seas

They continue in spite of the gods’ plagues.

People continue to visit the cathedrals;

Feed the pigeons, and feast on the multi-cultural cuisine

Looking over their shoulders for signs of the next disaste;r

Taunting the heavens, dancing through the streets in masks and colorful customs;

Endymion ageless under the crescent moon.

Sleeping away fears and warnings of global destruction;

Waking only to imbibe in pools from the Andros.

We lull ourselves back to dream-

A more suitable ending to the “Feast of the Gods.”


The Feast of the Gods, by Giovanni Bellini
La Serenissima: the most serene republic of Venice

Trinity Episcopal Church was the venue for the New Orleans Opera Association's production of "Noah's Flood," by Benjamin Britten.  As I look around at the audience, I see, as usual, opera lovers who have supported the art form for many years.  I wonder how this art will be preserved for the future.  This production using students from 36 youth choirs from across the city brings a satisfying smile to this novice opera fan.

This is how it is done.  This is where the wonder begins.  This is engagement of the young.

Thank you for the investment in the future of the opera.  Not only is the future more secure, so too is my faith in the ability to garner co-operation from peoples of all faiths and persuasions.  Hearing the combined voices in a beautiful church, bolstered my faith.

















http://www.nola.com/arts/index.ssf/2013/11/benjamin_britten_centennial_co.html

Red, yellow, and orange

Paving the road to winter;

A bedding of dried remembrances.

Insulating Mother Earth.

We come dragging our feet

Annoyed by the sneezing

Allergens of the season.

Can we dance with the leaves,

Yield, let go

Risk the fall?

A new exhibit at the New Orleans Museum of Art, Sequence in Time, includes 132 samples of the museum's excellent photography collection.  Russell Long, the curator of photography, has created a wondrous display of how photographers have captured and created history.

The docents had an opportunity to view the exhibit before the tags were posted.  We were allowed to roam through this large grouping of photographs and interpret the manner in which these were grouped.

I found an extraordinary small photo of  what appeared to be a human shape that was draped in a cloth.  I was fascinated with the image enclosed within fabric.  It reminded me of the covering of the religious statues in the Catholic Church during lent.  I was drawn to this small photo because it was so graceful and mysterious.

Learning that this was a photo of Martha Graham dancing the "Lamentation," brought a smile to my face. How challenging and intriguing it is when a snapshot of history can illicit so many different interpretations.

I recommend the exhibit to all.

The image inserted is not the NOMA photograph, but similar.
http://noma.org/exhibitions/detail/61/

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