Category Archives: ART
BAYBORO – Daily Bread of Life Ministries, a fixture in this community for almost three decades, recently laid the foundation for a new sanctuary.
However, Pastors William and Gladys Wright readily admit that funding for the ambitious project falls far short of what will ultimately be needed.
Enter benefactor Caroline Keel, a resident of Oriental, who recently donated more than two dozen original paintings to the cause. The framed paintings were acquired by Keel’s uncle, Dr. Constantine Saliba, and shipped to United States during the 1970s.
Saliba, now deceased, and his wife Noha, were successful business people in the Congo. In fact, he was so well known in the African nation that associates affectionately called him ‘Eli Africa.’
Although the Wrights have not yet decided exactly how they will liquidate the paintings, tentative plans call for either private sales or a full-scale auction early in the New Year. Over the next several weeks, the County Compass will give readers a look at most of the untitled paintings, which feature bold, broad strokes and vibrant colors.
For more information about purchasing any of the paintings, or even the entire collection, please call Gladys Wright at (252) 745-7244.
Special to the County Compass
ALLIANCE — Mona Kay Sadler, a local Certified Public Accountant and owner of Coastal Pet Portraits, won Platinum and Gold Medals during the recent Professional Photographers of America’s 2014 International Photographic Competition.
At Gwinnett Technical College in Georgia, a panel of 45 eminent jurors from across the United States selected the top photographs from nearly 5,000 entries. Judged against a standard of excellence, just over 1,800 images were selected for the General Collection and 918 (roughly 18 percent) were selected for the esteemed ‘Loan Collection’ –the best of the best.
The level of the award is determined by how many of the four images in each category entered by Sadler, receive the highest possible honor, which is acceptance into the PPA Loan Collection. Sadler was named a Platinum Medalist, meaning that three of her four merited images in the Master Artist category entered the PPA Loan Collection.
In 2014 Sadler is one of only 50 Platinum Photographers of the Year, and one of only 87 Gold Medalist.s
Sadler’s images for the Loan Collection will be on display Feb. 1 – 3, 2015, at the Gaylord Opryland in Nashville, Tenn. This International Photographic Exhibition is held in conjunction with Imaging USA, an annual convention and expo for professional photographers and several photographic associations.
Other examples of Sadler’s work can be seen at her website www.coastalpetportraits.com or on display at her accounting office in Alliance.
Does Mermaid qualify as recycled Nautical Art?
By Aven Rosch | Special to the County Compass
AURORA — I was looking for a new project. Something I had never done before, only dreamed about.
I was reading the Compass and admiring the quality of the paper, the ads, and great local reporting when a light bulb went on inside my head. I could make my dream of a life- sized mermaid from the Compass.
The covering of (skin) — soon to be Bond Creek Mermaid — would be made from the Compass’ high quality paper turned into a solid new form of paper mache.
Researching on the net, I discovered other uses for everyday stuff. My brain began working at overtime speed as I started gathering some of the following:
Soda bottles (16 ounce size), old panty hose, Styrofoam meat trays, Styrofoam packing chunks, masking tape, aluminum foil, a balloon, old non-skid shelf liner, cardboard empty paper towel roll, flour, wood glue, Elmers glue, linseed oil, pre-mixed spackle, and rolls of cheap toilet paper. And of course, stacks of the County Compass I had saved.
It was January 2011 and I had no studio, therefore I took over the sunroom for birth of the Bond Creek Mermaid. Later known as “Circe.” Two and one-half months later, Circe came into being during my bout with the shingles, complete with her Sea Horse and Octopus pals. Fortunately, she and her pals were up 12 feet high in the house the next August when Irene hit.
More ideas bloomed in my head in the aftermath of Hurricane Irene that had nearly wrecked my new studio with four-plus feet of water. Maybe the assorted bits and pieces of the debris could be salvaged in the form of ‘recycled art.’
Anyone who is interested in a recycled Nautical Art theme, along with many other creative local artists, can put the dates of Dec. 8 & 9 on their calendar. The 10th Annual Holiday Craft Fair, located at the Aurora Community Building, will happen Saturday Dec. 8 from 10 am until 5 pm, and Sunday, Dec. 9 from noon until 5 pm.
All proceeds benefit the Aurora Volunteer Fire Department. Additionally, there will be a BBQ dinner on Saturday available at the Fire House from 11 am until ???
By Jeff Aydelette | Staff Writer
PAMLICO COMMUNITY COLLEGE – The Shore at Night is a local production, set for Sunday at 3 p.m., to celebrate the 50th Anniversary of Silent Spring, a 1962 book by Rachel Carson, which is generally acknowledged to have launched the environmental movement in this country.
Tickets can be purchased at the door of the Delamar Center. General admission is $10; children under 12, $5; and all first row seats, $20.
The program is co-sponsored by the Pamlico Community College Foundation. Proceeds will benefit the Pamlico Community College Foundation and the Rachel Carson Reserve in Beaufort.
Wendy Osserman, Artistic Director of New York City-based Wendy Osserman Dance Company, has choreographed and directed this tribute to Carson.
Featured dancer, Emmalie Carawan, is a senior at Pamlico County High School. Supporting dancers are Caroline James, 11, and sisters Mary Carol and Nora Simpson, ages 8 and 6.
The concept as well as music for The Shore At Night is by Douglas Alvord, who will open the program with his composition, UNDERSEA.
Osserman will perform a new solo echoing the theme of the seashore. She will be accompanied by Jane Tigar, who will play a Native American flute made by Charles Littleleaf, a tribal member of the Confederated Tribes of the Warm Springs Reservation in Oregon.
Nelda Coats will read excerpts from Carson’s eloquent writing, which will no doubt include her famous quote:
“It seems reasonable to believe that the more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race.”- Rachel Carson
Sometimes life diverts us from our goals, but if we don’t ever set them, we risk reaching the finish line in life without having met any of them. Reading Editor Jeff Aydelette’s tale of fulfilling his Cadillac dream prompted me to review my own Bucket List.
To me, a Bucket List isn’t a simple list of things you want to achieve in life, like
completing one’s education or career goals. I once gave a talk to a room full of folks and pointed out that “If we are lucky, what’s going to happen to us is that we are going to get old, get sick and then die.”
If that’s my best scenario, I want to make sure that I approach my end with gusto.
I’ve left instructions that my headstone is to be inscribed “No Regrets.” As I complete my seventh decade, my Bucket List has become a big deal to me, and I enjoy contemplating what should be on it, and researching new opportunities to have once-in-a-lifetime experiences.
I’ve already checked off a number of items on my own Bucket List, which contains both small and large goals — experiences that challenge and satisfy, and in some cases, terrify me (I’ll talk about shark diving some other time).
Sailing from Newport Beach, Calif. to Oriental, N.C. was a lovely journey I shared with my late husband, and I’ll never regret devoting several years to checking that item off our mutual Bucket List. I wouldn’t sell my cherished memories of those years for any amount of money.
The latest item to check off my Bucket List was a simple, but long-held, dream to learn to use a lathe and make myself a wooden bowl. I competed that item in May of this year.
When I was growing up, girls didn’t even know they could want to do woodworking. My father was an accomplished weekend woodworker, but neither one of us realized that was something he could teach me. It was long after retirement that I bought my first power tool bigger than a Dremel.
It was a stunningly gorgeous German-made Hegner scrollsaw, the sight of which still makes my heart go pitter-pat. It was a running joke in my marriage that my husband always referred to it as “that saw you won’t tell me how much it cost,” but after that I started getting the best gifts ever–a huge bandsaw, a dual disc/belt sander, and best of all, a floor model drill press.
Oh, and Forstner bits fit for the finest Christmas stocking!
I repeatedly told my spouse that he was a lucky man indeed to have wed a woman who didn’t like champagne, didn’t wear jewelry, was allergic to fur, and asked for power tools for Christmas.
One tool, however, that eluded me, was a wood lathe. I had actually bought one for myself, but before I could even remove it from the box, Hurricane Isabel destroyed it in 2003.
Other life circumstances intervened, and until this year I wasn’t able to replace it, but now there is a big box waiting for me to open Christmas Day. (Note that if we get a hurricane this year that box is being evacuated with me.)
I like to do research, so I have read books and watched videos on woodturning, and took an introductory class on using a lathe. Then in May, I had the opportunity to take a one-day class from a master woodturner who was visiting Chapel Hill. I even booked a hotel for the prior evening so I wouldn’t risk missing even a minute of class time by having to commute so far.
I didn’t have my own tools, but the owner of the shop where the class was held kindly lent me tools and taught me how to sharpen them. I was even invited back for a lesson on how to make most of my own tools.
I left late that lovely spring afternoon with an imperfect, but immediately beloved, bowl made from a chunk of Red Maple. Although I technically checked off using a lathe to make a wooden bowl from my Bucket List, I also carried home with me a passion for learning to make all sorts of items with a lathe.
A real bonus was meeting other folks who share my love of sawdust.
Not everyone appreciates my simple bowl. When I tried to show it off to a grown
Granddaughter, her response was “And it took you all day to make that?” No dear, it took me 69 and 1/2 years to create that sweetly proportioned bowl.
However, the next one won’t take nearly so long.