Wednesday, June 30, 2010

INDEPENDENCE DAY

"The Signing of the Declaration of Independence - July 4, 1776"
by John Trumbull (painted circa 1786-1820)

July 4, 1776 - The day the Declaration of Independence was signed - we can only surmise that it had to have been a day of exuberance! A day of gratitude! A day of elation! Yet a sobering experience knowing that from that day forward they would have to do it all on their own. To form a government that was not totalitarian and/or a monarchy. That it was a government, as Abraham Lincoln so poignantly and eloquently phrased during his Gettysburg Address some 100 years later, "....of the people, for the people and by the people..."


The Declaration of Independence was a new beginning, a re-birth of sorts, a 'turning point for humankind' with a government deeply rooted 'in sensitivity to Divine Truth.' It also became a blueprint for moral government that had never before entered the consciousness of nations.

In other words a DEMOCRACY - FREEDOM.

The sacrifices our forefathers had made were insurmountable given the time, the way of life, the primitive technology. All they knew was that they needed to be FREE of the great power of the time - Great Britain - England. But do we all realize the path that was taken prior to that day?! The lives lost in battle, through sickness, through starvation and being frozen were great. Not to mention those who were maimed whether it was due to loss of limb, loss of sight, loss of compassion for their fellow "Americans" and/or loss of mental stability due to the grave circumstances they experienced.

And yes, there were the visionaries, who had a knowing of what was to be and they too bore witness to all the atrocities that took place and having empathy, experienced it all as well as fighting along side their fellow countrymen. Yet they stood tall with bravery and courage, moving forward to run the new country with a new government. They took responsibility for their actions creating one of the greatest powers in the world - the United States of America. Of course they weren't aware of what they had done or started then...Or were they?

A particular event took place while in battle in the dead of winter 1777. General George Washington was beside himself for he did not know how to proceed or how to protect his men from the bitter cold, from starvation - they were facing inhuman odds as the battle of Valley Forge loomed. He being a God fearing man, a believer in a higher being relied on his Faith and began to pray. He knelt down in the snow as his men watched him seeking an answer.

Below is an account of the actual event General Washington experienced. His "colleague and an eyewitness of what took place, Anthony Sherman, recounted the story of Wesley Bradshaw. The oral history was originally published in the "National Tribune," December 1880." Read on...for who knows... (the following was taken from "Angel Power" by Janice T. Connell, 1995, Ballantine Books, New York)

"George Washington. . .would hardly have been the type of man one would expect to be seeking visionary manifestations, or easily be taken in by them. From he opening of the Revolution we experience all phases of fortune, now good and now ill, one time victorious and another time conquered. The darkest period we had, I think was when Washington, after several reverses, retreated to Valley Forge, where he resolved to pass the winter of 1777. Ah! I have often seen the tears course down our dear commander's careworn cheeks, as he would be conversing with confidential officers about the condition of his poor soldiers. You have doubtless heard the story of Washington going to the thicket to pray. It was not only true but he used often to pray in secret for aid and comfort from God, the Interposition of whose Divine Providence brought us safely through the darkest days of tribulation.

One day, I remember it well, the chilly wind whistled through the leafless trees, though the sky was cloudless and the sun shone brightly. He remained in his quarters nearly all afternoon alone. When he came out I noticed that his face was a shade paler than usual, and there seemed to be something on his mind of more than ordinary importance. Returning just after dark, he dispatched an orderly to the quarters of another officer, who was presently in attendance. After a preliminary conversation of about half an hour, Washington, gazing upon us with that strange look of dignity, which he alone could command, said:

'I do not know whether it is owing to the anxiety of my mind, but his afternoon, as I was sitting at this table engaged in preparing a dispatch, something disturbed me. Looking up, I saw standing opposite a singularly beautiful female. So astonished was I, for I had given strict orders not to be disturbed, that it was some moments before I found language to inquire the purpose of her presence. A second, third, even a fourth time did I repeat my question but received no answer from my mysterious visitor, except a slight raising of her eyes. By this time I felt strange sensations spreading through me. I would have risen but the riveted gaze of the being before me rendered volition impossible. I essayed once more to address her, but my tongue had become useless. Even thought itself had become paralyzed. A new influence, mysterious, potent, irresistible, took possession of me. All I could do was to gaze steadily, at my unknown visitor. Gradually the surrounding atmosphere filled with sensation and grew luminous. Everything about me seemed to rarefy, the mysterious visitor herself becoming more airy and yet more distinct to my sight than before. I now began to feel as one dying, or rather to experience the sensation which I have sometimes imagined accompanies dissolution. I did not think, I did not reason, I did not move. all, alike, were impossible. I was conscious only of gazing fixedly at my companion. Presently I heard a voice say,

"Son of the Republic, look and learn!"
while at the same time my visitor extended her arm eastward. I looked and beheld a heavy white vapor rising, at some distance, fold upon fold. This gradually dissipated and I watched before me lay spread out in one vast plain all the countries of the world: Europe, Asia, Africa and America. I saw rolling and tossing between Europe and America, the billows of the Atlantic Ocean, and between America and Asia lay the Pacific.

"Son of the Republic," said the mysterious voice as before, "look and learn."

'At that moment I beheld a dark shadowy being, standing, or rather floating in mid-air between Europe and America. Dipping water out of the ocean with his right hand, he cast it upon America, while that in his left hand went upon the European countries. Immediately a cloud arose from these countries, and joined in mid-ocean. For a while it remained stationary, and then it moved slowly westward, until it enveloped American in its folds. Sharp flashes of lightning gleamed through at intervals; and I heard the smothered groans of the American people. A second time the angle dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it as before. The dark cloud was then drawn back to the ocean, in whose heaving bellows it sank from view. A third time I heard the mysterious voice say:
"Son of the Republic, look and learn."
'I cast my eyes upon America and beheld villages, towns and cities springing up one after another until the whole land, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, was dotted with them. Again I heard the voice say,

"Son of the Republic, the end of the century comes. Look and learn."

And with this the dark, shadowy angel turned its face southward, and from Africa an ill-omened spectra approached our land. It flitted slowly over every town and city of the land. The inhabitants presently set themselves in battle array against each other.

'As I continued to look I saw a bright angel, on whose brow rested a crown of light on which was traced the word UNION, place an American flag between the divided nation and say:

"Remember ye are brethren."

Instantly the inhabitants, casting from them weapons, became friends once more and united around the National Standard. Again I heard the voice of my most beautiful and mysterious visitor say,

"Son of the Republic, look and learn."

At this, the dark shadowy angel placed a trumpet to his mouth and blew three distinct blasts; and taking water from the ocean he sprinkled it upon Europe, Asia and Africa.

'Then my eyes beheld a fearful scene: from each of these countries arose thick black clouds that were soon joined into one. Throughout this mass there gleamed a bright Red Light, by which I saw hordes of armed men, who moving with the cloud, marched by land and sailed by sea to American which country was enveloped in the volume of cloud.

'And I saw these vast armies devastate the whole country and burn the villages, towns and cities that i saw springing up. As my ears listened to the thundering of the cannon, the clashing of the swords, and the shouts and cries of millions in mortal combat, I again heard the mysterious voice say:

"Son of the Republic, look and learn."

As the voice ceased, the bright angel, for the last time, dipped water from the ocean and sprinkled it upon America. Instantly the dark cloud rolled back, together with the armies it had brought, leaving the inhabitants of the land victorious. Once more I beheld villages, towns and cities springing up where I had seen them before; while the bright angel, planting the azure standard he had brought in the middle of them, cried in a loud voice,

"While the stars remain and the heavens send down dew upon the earth, so long shall the Union last."

'And taking from her angelic brow the crown on which was blazoned the word UNION, she placed it upon the National Standard, while people kneeling down, said. Amen.

'The scene instantly began to fade away, and I saw nothing but the rising, curling vapor I had first beheld. This also disappeared and I found myself once more gazing upon the mysterious beautiful visitor who said,

"Son of the Republic, what you have seen is thus: three great perils will come upon the Republic. The most fearful is the third, but the whole world united shall not prevail upon her. Let every child of the Republic learn to live for God, His land and the Union."

'With these words the beautiful visitor and the bright angel accompanying her disappeared from my sight.'

"Such, my friend were the very words I heard from Washington's own lips and America will do well to profit by them," concluded the narrator of this Oral History."

Two hundred thirty four years later we still struggle to keep our freedom in tact. We deal with threats from outside our country as well as threats that have infiltrated our country. We also don't realize how our rights are being slowly changed as laws are passed which are for the good of all. The old saying "it takes only one bad apple..." is the best way to describe the reason for the changes.

Remember the apparition General Washington had...perhaps we are actually partaking in what he had seen more than 240 years ago...perhaps we should re-evaluate some things so that we can have the outcome he was privy to so long ago.

As stated before, "...of course, they didn't know it then the country they formed was the greatest power in the world or did they?"

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Final Session of Spring Piece Talks

The final session of Spring Piece Talks will take place on Sunday, June 27th from 1:00 pm to 4:00 pm at SoBoBo Art Gallery, where unique meets sublime.

Meet with the creators of the art that is on exhibit at SoBoBo.
See their creations!

Find out how and why they came up with the final piece.

Don't be surprised if you are bitten by the creative bug and
decide to try something new on your own!

Come see! Come talk!
Ask questions and you will find the answers!
You can even make suggestions, because, once you
join in the lively discussions you can't help
but to understand the makings of the creations!

A good way to spend a Sunday afternoon...

Looking forward to seeing you!

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The American Scene



"Shabby Sheep"
(oils)
by Marcia Wiltsie
The "American Scene." Hmmm, could be a farm as depicted in Marcia Wiltsie's "Shabby Sheep" (pictured above;) could be the Empire State building; could be the streets of New York or any other big city as in Laura Hoffman's "Alley Sillhouette Series" (pictured below) in the United States;

could be the Thimble Islands right off of the coast of Connecticut as seen in Rick Senft's oil painting entitled "Thimble Islands" (pictured below;)

"Thimble Islands" by Rick Senft

could represent the economic conditions in the United States - the line being drawn between wealth and poverty which can be seen in Genna Riggi's "Mama Said There Would Be Days Like This..." (below;)


"Mama Said There Would Be Days Like This..."
(lithograph)
by Genna Riggi



or it could just be Any Where, USA or even any living style... These are only a few that have popped into mind, but that is only one's interpretation of the "American Scene."


To see what others perceive to be the "American Scene" you must join us on Thursday, June 24th! Starting at 6:00 pm at Firehouse Gallery (81 Naugatuck Avenue, Walnut Beach - Milford) with an Opening Reception of the exhibit "American Scene." It is a jurried show and will be judged by J. Robert Greiner. Mr. Greiner is a graduate from the University of Nebraska with a B.F.A. in Education. In the U.S. Army he was a graphic artist. After his service he had two years of art training at the Pratt Institute in New York. For 32 years he was employed at Sikorsky Aircraft as a graphic artist. Mr. Greiner has exhibited his acrylic and watercolor paintings, mostly of the New England countryside, in Connecticut and Nebraska.

Afterwards, head down Naugatuck Avenue and turn onto Broadway to grab a bite to eat at Lazy Lobster (6 Broadway), enjoy the eclectic SoBoBo Art Gallery (17 Broadway) and find where unique meets sublime and over 70 local artists reveal their talents! The music of Andrew Hungaski will fill the air as you have a delicious treat from the Walnut Beach Creamery (19 Broadway) to end the evening!

Looking forward to seeing you!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

In Retrospect of Memorial Day

"Five Star Flag" by Allan Dudek



In retrospect, Memorial Day is truly a somber day to honor all of our fallen heroes fighting for our freedom, our rights represented by The Constitution, the Bill of Rights, the Declaration of Independence - All of which are our guardians, our guides to how we made the United States of America a great country, a great power is what is protected by those who gave their lives defending it all.

In Allan Dudek's "Five Star Flag" (pictured above) he shows us the five branches of the Armed Forces - Air Force, Army, Coast Guard, Marines, and Navy. "They truly are the stars of our country!"

Our fallen heroes, our military forces have fought for those in the other countries as well who are oppressed and facing genocide but it seems those countries who asked for help don't seem to care we are there, taking for granted our presence and taking what was given them to use against us.

As seen in Allan Dudek's "Class of '42" (below) - his depiction of WWII military personnel, including women, makes one realize the sacrifices our American Armed Forces made during that time. Fighting in Japan, the Philippines, Hawaii (was not part of the United States then), Germany, Northern Africa, Europe, basically the world! trying to stop a one world power, Adolf Hitler. The United States were fighting, at that point, for our lives as well as the lives of the people in the rest of the world.


"Class of '42" by Allan Dudek


Since WWII our Armed Forces had responded to South Korea's plight in the 1950's known as the Korean War, losing lives. And then the United States was called on by France in 1959 to help in Vietnam. Once our Armed Forces had entered the fight, France left, leaving it to us. For 12-years we lost many men and women to what seemed to be a never-ending battle. Our men and women were considered and treated less than heroes when they came home in their coffins because of the tone made by those who opposed us being their. It was the first time the private world news media were involved in reporting...it was the beginning of the end of our Armed Forces.

Those men and women who fought in the Vietnam War are heroes and should never be forgotten. They had to endure more than one can ever imagine - from watching in disbelief infants, babies, toddlers children being used as live bombs, to learning a new technique in warfare - jungle warfare; from having to do an 18 month tour to doing more than one consecutive tour (not the 4-6 months done now); from going to Vietnam believing what our government was trying to do after being left in the dust by France and other countries to coming home to be buried in a country who hated them. That alone is the worst, the epitome of feeling like a failure when your own country shuns your son or daughter who gave their life to save the lives of those who were being forced to live a life of oppression.

Please know - NOT EVERYONE HATED YOU!

Now to fast forward to today. Our Armed Forces who are trying to keep order in Iraq, protect and build in Afghanistan have sacrificed their lives for those people being oppressed, killed in genocide killings, being pounced and trampled on by the greed and power of one individual's beliefs, forcing these people to bow to what he/she wants. We have lost many, our hearts and prayers go out to those families who have lost a loved one in these battles. And again it is happening with protests at the funerals of these fallen heroes.

Just remember, NOT EVERYONE HATES YOU!

But what brought us to this day and who actually were the first responders to these horrific acts that perpetrated on our soil? We all remember and will never forget the day that will go down in infamy. The infamous day of September 11, 2001.

September 11, 2001 - First Responders, as they are called, arrived to a pile of melting, twisted steel and iron, glass shatters, papers flying, inhaling deadly, toxic dust from so many different forms of building materials and seeing people jump to their death. The members of the police and fire departments. One must remember, our military forces could not and cannot respond because it is against the law for them to do so on our soil. That is why each state has the National Guard, and the Coast Guard.

Seeing the "The Day The World Cried" by Matt Roe (below) is heart wrenching. It brings back the memories of our schools being locked down, our local and federal buildings being in lock down, a hushed silence falling from the sky as you traveled down the roads to get home, an instinct to gather all family members.



"The Day The World Cried" by Matt Roe

From the beginning, the members of the police and fire departments are the defenders of our soil. Our own terrorist attack by Timothy McVay on the federal building in Ohio, the Waco Texas siege, the bombing of the parking garage at the World Trade Center in 1992, the Fort Hood attack, the attempted, and thankfully failed, bombing in Time Square, the arrest of the terrorist. The recent arrests of those who have tried to blow up planes, area targets of bridges and the list goes on.

Why aren't the First Responders - men and women - who lost there lives included in this day of remembrance? After all, they have given their lives while trying to save the fallen citizens of our country, trying to thwart grievous attacks against us on our soil - they should be remembered on Memorial Day! They have given and sacrificed as our Armed Forces have. It truly is sad to learn that many of those first responders are dying now because of the residual effects of that infamous day of 9/11.

Michael Brotschul's "Night Watch" represents the constant vigilant efforts of our Armed Forces, whether they be policemen, firemen, military personnel. And it is a somber realization they should be remembered always, not just on Memorial Day.





"Night Watch" by Michael Brotschul

And to think after all of this, someone actually said "Happy Memorial Day!" Remember the Memorial Day parades of yesteryear when they were silent and all you heard was the footsteps of the veterans and active personnel of the armed forces marching, the clicking of the color guards rifles hitting the ground as they did their routine, perhaps you would hear a trumpet in the distance playing taps and then twenty one volleys of fire. A somber day.


Someone actually said "Happy Memorial Day!" You know, though, maybe there is something to this. Perhaps we should re-think it, perhaps we should remember our fallen heroes but yet learn that it is okay to go on and enjoy living, celebrating our freedom, our rights. They fought for us so that we can enjoy life, they fought for us so that we can celebrate life, our freedoms, our rights.


It is okay to be sad because we miss them and they are not here to enjoy the life, the freedoms, the rights they fought for, but don't you think they would rather be remembered in a way by not celebrating their memory in sadness, but to celebrate it with life!

Just a thought...

Peace! Enjoy Life! and please don't forget why you are able to enjoy life here in the United States...