Blasts from the Past: Photography Shows (2009 to 2012) Part I

Leslie and Julia in 2007, at Village on the Cannon, below some of the photographs I made.

During these odd grey and isolated days, as the count-down begins for my textcentric posts each day in April to celebrate National Poetry Month, I have been thinking of poetry’s sister art, photography, and the ways I have tried to “write with light.”

This March, I have been looking out of the window more often. Also deep into closets and filing cabinet drawers, clearing and sorting accumulated paper. I’m having some surprising and delightful discoveries of forgotten moments; finding forgotten enthusisams that can be relived; and also experiencing moments of saying “Huh? Now why did I think this was so valuable?” Maybe you are doing this, too? With the mind more still it is easier to assess what really needs keeping. And it is easier to see the way life has moved us in new directions.

Take, for example, my love affair with photography. It started when I was a child pouring over the photograph albums kept up by my mother. I began taking photographs with a point-and-shoot camera in high school, and after seeing a life-changing exhibition of work by master Henri Cartier Bresson, I began to try to think in pictures, so balance the moment in terms of light and shadow, background and foreground, sharp and soft focus. When I was a junior in college, a young woman in my dorm, Jean, gave me a tutorial in one of the University’s student dark rooms. (If I can locate it in the now-mouldering stacks of mimeographed paper I have yet to sort, I plan to share here a poem I wrote about that day.) When the following summer I traveled to Wolf, Wyoming to work on a ranch (as a waitress on a dude ranch, I hasten to add!) I took a few images that still help me recall my early passion for photography. (Some of these I published last year, on Shakespeare’s birthday.)

I never became adept at F-stops or with baths of developer and fixative. Still, I kept pointing and shooting. I worked with professional photographers to secure the images needed to illustrate the profiles I wrote over thirteen years for a now-defunct publication for a prominent foundation. When Julia was born, the pace of photo snapping accelerated. In the years that Tim worked for fallen film giant, Kodak, I got my first digital camera, which was freeing. (From there, I discovered the digital SLR, followed most recently by the ubiquitous iPhone camera.)

When my father died, in December 2003, my grief created a turning point through photography, when I undertook a ninety-day study of an amaryllis against the backdrop of a friend’s painting. This spiritual and artistic exercise taught me as much about lifespan as it did about light and shadow.

Then, two much more brave and experienced artists helped me to move to a new level.

In 2005, a friend, Patsy Dew, and I, decided to collaborate. Some of you might recall Kalafield Images’ posters of locally sourced images, our five years of shared presence at the Northfield Arts Guild’s annual Art Fair during Defeat of Jesse James Days (2005-2009), our cards in local shops. Patsy is a bold and consummate artist in many disciplines, a Northfield Living Treasure. Her companionship emboldened me to share my work through sales and exhibitions. Patsy is still very active as a photographer. For a real visual treat, check her website.

Meanwhile, my sister, Karla, inspired me not only with her (VAST) technical expertise but with the exquisite images she captured in the wilds around Atlanta, Georgia where she lives and anywhere she travels. (A search on “Karla Schultz” here will yield many posts that showcase her images of light, landscape, flora, and fauna. One of her pictures of me appears below.) Her encouragement, gifts of equipment, and especially advice on software and camera care were invaluable. Most valuable of all has been the periodic opportunities to go with her on what we call “photo safaris.” I continue to learn from her work and her example.

A trip to Paris in March 2009, gave me new confidence. I brought back images that eventually led to an invitation for a solo show in Minnetonka, the subject of the “Part II” on this subject I plan to post soon.

Even as I have left printing, framing, and exhibiting behind, sharing images here instead and focusing more and more on poetry, prose, and essay, I still recall the thrill of seeing a photograph I had made printed large and hung like a window on an inside public wall. And so I thought I would share some of the highlights here, combining images of a variety of exhibitions.

SEBASTIAN JOE’S (2009)

An early foray was at a coffee shop in the Linden Hills area of Minneapolis, near Lake Harriet, where we lived prior to moving to Northfield. I recall my heart pounding as I inquired about showing my work, my astonishment at the easy “Oh, sure” that resulted. Once the date was set, Tim, my trusted artistic friend, Bonnie Jean Flom, and I drove with the framed photographs, wire and wire cutters, putty (to secure pictures to the wall.) I had already gone up to measure the walls and check light conditions so I knew what I wanted to print, and how to group them. Here was the artist statement

As a poet and photographer, words and images are fluid – not quite interchangeable, but closely related – with arresting visual images giving rise to poems and poems coloring how I view the world through my camera lens.

Photography helps me see everything around me with more tenderness, noticing beauty where I might otherwise overlook it. I’ve learned that each moment is distinct and unrepeatable. In a split second the light changes, the subject changes, I change. These photographs were taken in various locations (Northfield, Minnesota; Minneapolis, Minnesota; Atlanta, Georgia; and Paris, France). I hope they give you pleasure right here and now.

“Beautiful Woman Kanji” (Blois, France)
“Girl Singing” (Outdoor Market, Paris, France)
“Quest” (Paris, France)
“Wren House” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Gingko” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Leslie at Sebastian Joe’s” (Photo by Karla Schultz)

NORTHFIELD ARTS GUILD GALLERIES (2006-2012)

The Northfield Arts Guild has been a place of welcome for this budding visual artist. I first started showing photography in the yearly Members Show. In 2009, I was invited to show work in a satellite gallery they maintained in our local Allina Medical Clinic.

“Security Food” (Bayfield, Wisconsin)
“Song of Childhood” (Lonsdale, Minnesota)
“Blossom” (Northfield, Minnesota)

I was also thrilled to be included in a show of thirteen artists, curated by Patsy Dew and Meg Ojala in 2011, called “Northfield Ties.

“Northfield Ties” (2011)
“Dry Well” (Savannah, Georgia)
“Palm Rose” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Leaf on Kelp” (Darling Marine Center, University of Maine)
“Luna Moth” (Willett House, Darling Marine Center, University of Maine)
“Gold Heart” (Northfield, Minnesota)

And in another show in 2012, “Small Works,” included two of my black and white images.

“Laundry Day” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Wedding Dress” (Taylor’s Falls, Minnesota)

Also thanks to the NAG, I connected with an arts consultant who worked with hospitals and clinics. Through her, I was able to sell some photographs that are (I understand) in various collections. There are two here in Northfield. Here is my favorite.

“Garden of Quiet Listening” (Carleton College, Northfield, Minnesota)

THE CROSSINGS AT CARNEGIE (ZUMBROTA, MINNESOTA) (2010)

In January 2010, Marie Marvin invited me to show work in the art center she created in Zumbrota, Minneosota. The exhibit, and the lively opening, was a heady and heartfelt evening.

Kieran Aus and Julia Braulick at The Crossings Gallery Opening (Zumbrota, Minnesota)
“Helianthus” (St. Peter, Minnesota)
“Luminous Tulips” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Guess Who?” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Urban Trees” (Outside the High Museum of Art, Atlanta, Georgia)
“Missing You” (Lonsdale, Minnesota)
“Fame” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Flow” (Como Conservatory, St. Paul, Minnesota)
“Prow” (Bayfield, Wisconsin)
“Chrome Yellow” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Refresh Yourself” (Orlando, Florida)
“Ice Heart” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Wren House in Winter” (Northfield, Minnesota)
“Democracy: Call and Response” (Stone Mountain, Georgia)

The Crossings has also been important to me through its annual Poet-Artist Collaboration which invited visual artists to interpret selected poems, then brought everyone together for a reading and exhibit and general celebration. Now that The Crossings art center has closed, I was cheered to hear that the event lives on under the aegis of the Red Wing Arts.

As my attention has moved away from exhibiting photographs (aside from here on the Winona Media site!) I thought about the sheer bulk and poundage of those images that had their moment in the sun. Many of these framed prints are still in our house, but one house can only shelter so many. Some have been sold over the years, and many given away. It is really rather pleasurable to encounter work around down, in the homes of friends or in a few public spaces like the Allina Clinic. I think of it as the grownup version of the thrill children have when they see their art work displayed on the refrigerator door of a neighbor.

Thank you to everyone who has cheered me on in my love of trying to take pictures, and especially those of you who have come to the various gallery openings over the years. On these grey and secluded days of narrow orbit, I am cheered by seeing again the shapes and color in these images. I hope that they have give you a moment of respite, too.

If you have read this far, thank you for joining me in scrolling down Memory Lane!

“Majesty” for April 13, 2019

Majesty
      for my sister, Karla
 
All winter, this view has comforted me:
your photograph, on canvas, filled with green,
palest blue sky, golds, and red glowing leaves,
supported by lattices of tracery.
 
You sent it for my bleak, frozen birthday,
knowing mine falls when our branches are bare,
knowing how our heavy skies glower grey
as unpolished silver here. I can stare,
 
up from understory to sun-fired glow:
a tree circled by delicate vine, a view
as heart-lifting as a stained-glass window.
Today, on your birthday, I offer you
 
heart-felt lines of thanks for the quiet majesty
of your soaring spirit, your care, your artistry.
 
Leslie Schultz

Regular Winona Media readers know about the keen ability of my sister, Karla Schultz, to find and capture images of the natural world. Her images are dazzling and humbling, and I am grateful for her permission to share them here from time to time.

For the past four years, I have been happy that, since Karla’s birthday falls on April 13, right in the heart of the National Poetry Writing Month marathon, I have had the perfect spur to concoct and share a sororal paean. Though I can’t be with her on her special day this year, I am happy to know that right now she is out with her cameras.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KARLA!!!!

Earlier this morning…
Considering the patterns….
The artist’s signature…

“Butane” for April 2, 2019

Butane
 
That was the name
of my special horse,
the electronic one,
part of the game
my daughter and I played,
when homework was done,
played over and over
here in this room.
 
She was horse-mad, 
horse-knowing, then;
saved her money
for riding lessons;
pondered the breeds
and drew them for hours,
over and over.
 
I don’t remember
much about the aim—
just that our stable
held fine mares
who ran like the wind,
whose names all rhymed
with rain, and we would
call them
across the finish line,
over and over,
a joyous refrain.
 
Sometimes I would urge
something against
the rules: “Run,
Butane! Go beyond!
Break free, right through
the fence! Right off the screen!”
 
And off she went,
off-grid, out of view,
off on her private
adventures. My coltish
girl would collapse
against me with laughter.
 
I would stroke her
long, red mane,
and we would talk
about life and the game
and happily ever after.
 
Leslie Schultz
(photo by Karla Schultz)

Until this morning, I had forgotten all about mighty Butane, the only horse ever entrusted to my care. As I lit a beeswax candle with a butane lighter, though, her name came back in a flash. Though only a temporary set of pixels, (aren’t we all?) Butane was a champion.

These photos of Julia from not so long ago seem from another age–the young poet riding herd over her words, near her first Sidewalk poem; the experienced rider at the end of year show; the piano student pausing to admire a tree outside her teacher’s house. Okay, I will admit to a little nostaglia as Julia rides expertly the last laps of her college career, soon to be breaking free into her own as-yet-unscripted adventures.

Meanwhile, Tim and I are enjoying our rarer times together with Julia more than ever, and are lining this empty nest with the richness of memory and with the glitter of the new, just-beyond-the-horizon insights and adventures. LESLIE

April 25, 2018 NaPoWriMo Challenge Poem: “Opinion Piece: Afternoon Interlude”

Recycled Glass Path (photo: Karla Schultz)

Whooping Crane Vocalizing (photo: Karla Schultz)

Opinion Piece: Afternoon Interlude

Yesterday, perched on a chair,
in a friend’s lofty house,
knitting a sock of maroon wool,
discussing difficult new fiction,

I dropped my knitting, half-rose to stare:
down through the wide, clean window.
Over tufts of straw-bleached grass
and a partly thawed pond,

the low, long, elegant swoop
of a lone sandhill crane
flowed to its conclusion
oblivious of utterance. Full

of its own light and syntax,
punctuated only by wing
and pinion, it appeared to be made
solely of cadence, of insight.

Leslie Schultz

Whooping Crane Preening (photo: Karla Schultz)

Sadly, I have no photographs of Sandhill Cranes. These photos were all taken at the International Crane Foundation in Baraboo, Wisconsin. (The last image is one I took; the others are all by my accomplished sister!)

May you soar today in your daily rounds! Leslie

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April 13, 2018 NaPoWriMo Challenge Poem: “Enchantment” & Photography By Karla Schultz

Enchantment
for Karla

Remember those pajamas with feet we padded in,
how we sat near the television, clutching
each other in fear when Dorothy’s house
pinned down the first witch and her striped stockings
shriveled? We shivered as the tiny silver
screen shimmered with image after image.

Most magical of all, that sudden wash
of color, of eyes opened at last
to besetting wonder: beauties and dangers.
As I see it, sister, you carry Oz
with you everywhere. Fields of bright poppies
wake you up, and you bring us all to light.

Leslie Schultz

For Karla,

You scatter pixel dust with practiced hand,
transport me to a rare magical land.
The measure of your magic is to show
beauty abounds and seeing makes it grow.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KARLA! MANY HAPPY RETURNS OF THE DAY!

A number of older posts feature Karla’s incomparable photographs, from vistas to insects and everything in between. Just search on “Winona Media Karla Schultz” to find dozens, each one amazing!

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