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Letters to Strangers?
August 24th 2006
Dear Stranger,
Read on. Do not stop until you get to the end. One of these letters might be written just for you. You will know when you recognize it…and hopefully you will act with faith and trust in the Universe, and all that is good.
This letter writing is An Act of Faith, an action few people will trust, permit or even contemplate. Though perhaps some will understand as time passes and results take effect. When one cannot complete a task on ones own…well then reaching out is perhaps the best the best way to find a solution. I know this through experience. Truth, truly is stranger than fiction.
As the Universe dances with The Three Fates I quietly contemplate alternate routes to the final destination. On these cyber paths, for me less traveled roads, I hope to meet a Sage filled with wisdom and tenderness, business men and women that have no desguise or agenda other than to promote good will and peace through their abilities and energy, as would a good artistic director seek to maintain a constant flow of trustworthy creative talent at his disposal. Not necessarily at his mercy. I hope to make new friends, and maintain that friendship, reguardless of the fears I have of losing that friendship in whatever context life presents itself. I hope to meet a man that will dance and delight in similar things, encourage, and permit my mistakes to enhance the quality of life. But most of all, I hope to make the heart of a stranger a bit less hardened, a bit more understanding, and maybe supportive of his or her physical or emotional environment. Of my artistic progress through this world, am I searching for Patrons? Certainly.
But more important I hope to offer a hello and hug, a howdee and a hey, the only way I can from this View Point…through my writing and art. Dance with me through the pages and posts, be comforted, and delight in this as much as I have in creating it. Yes, I enjoy attention, comments, and visitors. More than this, I love the thought that maybe someone found a way to cry when they couldn’t, or an avenue of hope when they were all alone. With tears in my eyes, I know how much of what I feel is meant to be shared with others.
Several days back I sent an email to Howard Lutnick of Cantor Fitzgerald, the largest company to have taken the greatest strides towards recovering since 9/11. Might I add, they also had the greatest losses. But loss and grief in all its forms, whether through War, individual trauma, or Community devastation has to express itself. Sometimes it comes quickly, rending the heart and soul with such impact that you are numb for years afterwards. Or worse, living in confusion. I wrote asking him to take a look at my art, after having run into a book about the days after, and see if there wasn’t something I could do as a sculptor, feeling rather brazen by comparing my talents to Rodin, a favored sculptor by this company, and questioned whether this would now be the time to consider a community work of art.
As an artist I must seek commissions, grants, and funding. I think of this as another form of prostitution… so these pages, this blog and it’s content, in a crude way, I could say is my pimp. My abilities and time conflict with a mundane job to keep a roof over my head. Yes, we all have our struggles with ordinary life needs, medical bills, housing, transportation and sustenence. If you read any of my previous posts you will be able to observe a change in thinking over the last few months and know that we/my family have been through a few troubles.
Currently I am dealing with fussy programs on my computer, and an external attack that caused the temporary loss of much work. And while this is another obstacle, among many lately, I keep plugging away. Because I must. So read on reader.
August 24th 2006
Dear Mr. Warren Buffett,
I am going to attempt to quit smoking. One, I can’t afford to continue. My physical health is suffering because of this one last addiction. Two, my bank account is suffering. I can’t afford to smoke. So replacing the cigarettes with something, that rediculous oral fixation, hand to mouth movement, is something I’ve been thinking about, and even discussing with a fellow blogger through a few crude jokes.
I remember hearing that you own See’s Candies. And I know just how good See’s Lollipops really are. (and the Chocolate Raspberry Truffles)
Between the Peanut Butter, Chocolate and Caramel, I could probably quit smoking altogether. These have been used for school fund raisers in years past, and are available in stores out west. Here, I have to wait for a kiosk to open right before Christmas. Or order over the internet. Since I have no credit, or debit, charge or whatever, I must buy in person. So there is this little problem. Sort of, one, I haven’t the budget, and two, I haven’t the means. So I’m looking for a fair trade. My skills as an artist for a years supply of Lollipops, one months living expense/bills, and a small art program that costs about two hundred dollars from Wacom. A Cintiq would be fabulous, but I am trying to be reasonable in this bargain. I will design a series of Christmas or Easter Characters for See’s candy. As a Theater Arts Student in Design, Costume and Sets, Makeup and lighting, I feel more than capable of creating boxed sets. As an alternative I could sculpt designs for molds with the proper materials for wax casting?
And while this conflicts with the materialistic consumerism image I am trying to avoid…I have a need, a talent, and an ability that should be used. So perhaps a compromise with my conscience is needed. Serving the public through my work and abilty is not wrong. What about a Quit Smoking campain? I bet there’s a ton of people out there that would really delight in recieving a quit smoking brochure that comes with a candy!
So as you see, I am a thinker, and a doer. What say you Mr. Warren Buffett?
I await your reply.
Sincerely,
Kristine
This is just one from a series I did last year for prior to a Holiday Event where I was
face painting and had printed up more than a hundres different ones for kids to color.
Here is the letter that I wote to Mr. Lutnick.
Dear Mr. Lutnick,
As an artist and poet that observed and felt the fibers of ancients keening…
I have pondered the possibility far too long, and am now preparing smaller works to post on my blog, of 9/11 sculpture. I am a “natural” when it comes to clay and my hands. I’ve not enough to feed these dreams that shift inside my soul needing a place to stand and touch the hearts of the living. I come to you for help, offering my vision, and daringly compare myself to Rodin. Lacking the experience but containing the courage and talent, know how, hutzpah…to complete a series of work that expresses the tangible process of grief, I am as ready as I will ever be…to begin. I need your help to finish.
For most of these last years I have wandered through my emotions, words, thoughts, researching the stages of grief, living through my own, observing life, filling the creative well, and while any such proposal might have been offensive earlier on, I come to you now with a dream in response to what was lost.
It is my intent to obtain a commission that would last several years, during which a seven part series would be created, some by families own hands in smaller pieces to be cast as part of the foundation for each sculpture withinin these seven groups. I believe most people are ready for my work now. My gut tells me it is time to do this.
While my blog is just a simple little space of whinings and complaints, a catch all, there will be one section devoted solely to my sculptural works. Please accept this invitation…you will know when it is the right time.
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My experience with the lost wax process dates back to the early nineties. I am a theatre arts major between the creation of several plays over the next two years if commissions are substantial enough to support this dream. My long term goals are musicals.
My heart is too full to do this on my own. Help me please, to help others.
Thank you,
Kristine McAnelly
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By: Fundraisers on January 15, 2007
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