Saturday, November 14, 2009

Local artists capture the art of expression

I nervously walk behind buildings, across parking lots, finally reaching the sidewalks of uptown Athens. My palms sweat and my heart thuds with each step. Why am I so nervous? I should NOT be this nervous. This is absurd. I continue toward my destination, scuffling through freshly fallen leaves as I contemplate what these next two hours will have in store for me.

By the time I return to reality, my feet are nearly at the doorstep. I softly tap on the glass double doors. I told them I would be here now. Is anyone even here?

A man in his early 20s, wearing a V-neck T-shirt and dark-wash, fitting jeans, notices me and rushes over to let me in.

        He opens the door, but walks away. I follow at a distance. Where on earth am I going? And then I realize, This is it.


Somewhere Over the Rainbow

A rainbow of vivid colors surrounds me. I amble through the shop’s ceramic tiles, jewelry, T-shirts, magnets, ornaments, tote bags, baby clothing, mugs, stationery, prints. I feel like a squirrel in a Planters nut factory. And to think, all the artwork was created by artists with mental retardation and developmental disabilities. Unbelievable.

As I continued past the artwork on display, I notice three men huddled over—one drawing, one coloring, one painting.

The man painting sits in silence. With much thought and precision, he dips his foot-long paintbrush into a plastic serving cup filled with robin’s egg blue paint. He pauses, pondering, while a drop of thick, acrylic paint slowly drips onto the paper-covered table. He doesn’t say a word. Concentrating, he hunches, gliding the brush along a beige, faux-leather handbag. His brushstrokes are long and swift.

        “Great. There you go,” says Christine Miles with a low, gentle voice. “Nice. Nice job, buddy.”

        Miles uses her pointer finger to direct the artist’s next stroke, around large violet circles with golden glitter on top. Another artist added these shapes in the days prior.

        “I like the way you’re going around these, Paul,” Miles says to the artist as she traces her finger around each circumference, once again guiding his brushstrokes.

        All of a sudden, with one giant swirling motion of the brush, he begins painting over one of the orbs.

        “Let’s not paint over the purple circles,” Miles immediately responds, explaining to Paul that another artists worked hard on those violet spheres.

        Paul continues around the shapes, every-so-often brushing over part of a circle.

        Paul, like many other artists who work at Passion Works Studio in Athens, Ohio, has a developmental disability.


The Beginnings

Passion Works Studio supports collaboration between artists without and with disabilities, whether they are mental or physical. Open since 1998, the studio has let the developmentally disabled express their emotions. It helps “inspire and liberate the human spirit” through their artwork, according to the Passion Works Web site.

        The studio started as a three-week residency with artist Patty Mitchell. During those three weeks, Mitchell worked with employees from Atco Inc., a life skills and work training center for developmentally disabled adults, to create an installation of 100 papier-mâché birds to display at the Kennedy Museum of American Art at Ohio University. The next year, the Athens County Board of Developmental Disabilities granted Mitchell a four-month residency, during which she hosted workshops throughout Athens, said Joyce Frank, studio coordinator. The Kennedy Museum again displayed a compilation of the art produced at these workshops.

        From these two programs, the Athens County Board of Developmental Disabilities decided to make these residencies year-round, using grant money to fund them; however, once people started buying the art, funding transitioned to product sales, which currently keeps the business thriving. The money from sales also allows Passion Works to hire locals as either visiting artists, who have disabilities, or resident artists such as Miles, Chris Biester and Wendy Minor Viny.


Brought Together Again

Miles has a bachelor’s degree in studio art and a master’s degree in special education. Before working as an artist-in-residence, she taught at a preschool for special needs students. A stint at Passion Works has provided her with the unique opportunity to work alongside some of her former preschoolers, who are now adults, including Jason Licht, a 33-year-old with a long braided ponytail, who uses a motorized wheelchair. When Miles taught Licht in preschool, he was wrapped in a full-body cast and used a skateboard to get around.

“Jason has always had lots to say. Oh, bless your heart, Jason,” Miles said, gently smiling at Licht. “Now he gets to give me all kinds of grief.”

Licht is known to break from the norm of happy and bright drawings and present the dark side of disabilities through his art.

“Why is the art here limited to happy stuff?” asked Licht. “Some of us have pretty debilitating conditions.”

He showed me one of his pieces titled Bad Hare Day, in which a hawk captures a hare mid-jump. Though Licht used bright colors, these are not the typical mixture of blues, greens, pinks and purples. He utilized chestnut brown for the sky, along with a combination of grays, browns and deep greens for the animals and grass. With this piece, Licht aims to display that happiness can be interrupted in a second.

“There is an opportunity for release anytime you have art tools in hand,” said Licht, who tends to draw eagles, hawks and anything intimidating. “We need a creative outlet because if we don’t have these things, we’ll explode.”

And for all you single ladies, Licht said he is available.


It’s a Business

Joyce Frank keeps the business running by ordering supplies, scheduling the artists and organizing projects, marketing and sales. Before receiving a full-time position with Passion Works, she started as a part-time coordinator of community art nights at Atco.

“I like the challenge of never knowing what’s going to happen,” said Frank. “There are always new things to do; there’s never a typical day.”


A Passion Works Vet

Biester—a man in his early 40s with a full, bushy beard and straggly long hair covered by a Montana trucker’s hat—started as a volunteer, and one year later became an artist-in-residence when a full-time position opened.

When he was growing up, his family friend was born with multiple disabilities, and because of this, he always had an interest in working with the disabled. A construction accident in 1993 caused him to spend two weeks on life support in an intensive care unit in Columbus, which contributes to his empathy.

Biester has been exposed to art and music his entire life, and therefore knows no different. He graduated from OU with a degree in art education, though he’s not sure of the year. Working at Passion Works was his first job “totally associated with art,” which adds to the uniqueness of the occupation and causes it to be the perfect fit for him.

“I’m always intrigued by what they can do through art,” said Biester, referring to the limitations the visiting artists overcome when completing each piece. “You live vicariously through your art.”

Each day, Biester enjoys seeing the artists and hearing about what he calls their “adventures.”

Biester emphasized the rareness of working in collaboration with other artists. Miles referred to this aspect as a “layering of talent,” in which multiple artists add their unique flair to each piece. For example, as I observed the artists, Miles pointed to portions of the work and was able to identify artists who participated in the creation. With each layer, the artists-in-residence add definition and shading to enhance the objects. They outline wolves, fish, flowers, birds, bats, houses and skyscrapers with black Sharpie or white paint markers, without changing the visiting artists’ images.

“Stuff happens regularly that’s amazing; everyday is amazing,” Biester said. “Each new accomplishment and victory makes it seem worthwhile.”

* * * *

Throughout my two hours at Passion Works nearly two weeks ago, I began to realize the effort each artist puts forth in his or her art. Walking out of the studio, my emotions transform, fascinated and happy to sad. I don’t want to leave. Man, I could sit and talk with these artists all day and just watch them work. I never thought about the precision, concentration and patience that goes into every piece. How do they not become frustrated? What goes through their minds? What does a completed piece mean to them? I somehow can’t even imagine what their responses would be. All I do know is that I want to return.

To be awestruck. Impressed. Humbled.

How To Bead

Like I promised, here is a photo slideshow of me making my first pair of earrings. Enjoy!



An Explosion of Color

This week marked the end of the quarter, and let’s just say that I’m exhausted. The stress has built up over the past 10 weeks, and by Thursday, I was in dire need of stress relief.

I decided to try a new stress-reliever: beading.

I used to love making necklaces and bracelets when I was little, but as I got older, I grew out of that. But as of Thursday, the no-beading era has come to an end.

I dragged my friend Alex, who documented the trip with photos, on the 15-minute trek across campus to
Beads & Things on Shafer Street.

As we neared closer to the shop, which is on the first floor of a small, red house, I started to get excited to de-stress.

I slowly turned the squeaky knob on the white, wood-framed glass door, not knowing what was in store for me behind the door.

We walked in, puzzled as to where to go next. Seeing beads around the corner, I figured I should probably head in that direction. Lo and behold, as soon I stepped around the corner, I was totally engulfed in beads … and things.



The sunlight streamed through the windows and reflected off the mirrors and glass shelves, ultimately bouncing off the beads and causing a prism effect on the walls.

Before getting there, I assumed beads would be hanging from walls, but I never imagined this many. It seemed as if every inch of the room was covered in strings of beads, strategically arranged by color, or with the shelves that house tiny glass dishes filled with beads from foreign countries, gems, stones and various other trinkets and charms.





As I slowly paced the length of the room, my eyes did not leave the dazzling array surrounding me, until a female employee—wearing layers of simple clothing with her hair loosely pulled back—asked if I needed any help.


“Umm… Yeah.” I replied, also explaining that I’d never been there before, and I had no idea what I was doing. After telling her I wanted to make gold earrings, she handed me two gold-covered metal pins and then sent me to pick out the beads I wanted to use. It literally took me 10 minutes to decide on four pairs of beads.


Once I finished the grueling process of decision-making, she asked me to pick out the type of hooks as well. Saving myself some time, I pointed to the top hooks and said, “I’ll just take those.” I really don’t liking having 10 options of hooks.

Knowing I was clueless about jewelry-making, the employee walked me through the
process.

Surprisingly, making the earrings was easier than I anticipated; however, it does take patience and steady hands. And the best part is that it cost me less than $4 to make, which is worth it.

I’m not sure why, but the 30 minutes I was there made me relax. Maybe because the experience took my mind off classes and the work I have left to finish? What I do know is that I’ll definitely be back next week to take off the stress of finals.

P.S. Check back soon for a slideshow of the earring-making process.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A Quick Chocolate Fix

Since I went to the Village Bakery yesterday, I decided to try and make my own form of pastry. In the dorm.

Because I don’t have access to an oven, I looked online for an easy microwave-friendly recipe for desperate college students living in a dorm, or quite simply, me.

Yes, cake is available in the dining hall, but I wanted to make my own.

The ingredients are simple and accessible in the university markets, and the best part is that you don’t even need eggs or oil. You need your favorite cake mix in a box and milk, or as the recipe says, “Water if you’re desperate.”



Thankfully, my roommate has a measuring cup (except that in the recipe the milk is measured in tablespoons). Because of the milk measurements are in tablespoons, we guessed using regular teaspoons. Luckily, Jess knew that there are three teaspoons in one tablespoon. After we measured the milk and dumped it into the measuring cup, it turned out that four tablespoons equals ¼ cup. Imagine that.

I stirred the milk into the mug, where the 1/3 cup of cake mix sat waiting.

After mixing the two ingredients together, I popped it in the microwave for two minutes on high and watched it rise. I was thrilled at the sight—my mug whirling around as the chocolatey goodness rose.


Three. Two. One. Beep!

I immediately opened the microwave door, and much to my dismay, the cake collapsed in the mug. I started poking at the mass of chocolate with my spoon. The cake resembled a slimy sponge. I know, sounds appetizing, doesn’t it?

“It’s good, it just has some slimy spots,” my roommate Kirstin said.



And it really does taste like cake, cheap cake, but it’s sufficient for a college student who doesn’t have much money.

Beware though, it leaves a mess in your cup.

“We should grease it with something,” Jess said, referring to the mess it made in my mug.

“What?” I asked.

“Grease,” Jess said.

Let’s just say that even if I had grease, I don’t think it would be a good idea. So for now, I’ll just deal with the messy clean-up.


Saturday, November 7, 2009

Crumbs and Carrots!

Today, my roommate, Kirstin, and I visited the marvel of East State Street, the Village Bakery.

Kirstin had never been there before, and I had been bugging her all week to take me there. (She has a car on campus, and I was too lazy to walk a mile when my tummy was rumbling.)



We walked through the glass door to find a counter stretching the length of the shop. Along one side of the counter are pastries, cookies, breads and cheesecakes galore (my personal favorite). To the right of the counter is the beverage station with four coffee varieties and tap water for drinking.

The mid-morning sun brightly shined through the windows that completely encompass the front of the building. The aroma of freshly baked bread mixed with the scent of coffee, herbs and spices whirled at me from every direction.

Employees with plain and simple clothing, wearing bandanas to keep their hair out of their faces, scurried behind the counter like mice, twisting and turning through the maze of the open kitchen.

Giant chalkboards with the day’s menu hang above the counter. Each chalkboard has a different category: salads, soups, beverages, pastries, morning nourishment and cookies. On Sundays, the menu is revamped for a 9 a.m. to 2 p.m. brunch, which is a bit pricey if you ask me, even though the quality is excellent.





Although I was craving a pastry, I decided on something new. (OK, it was because I worked out before, and I guess I wanted to keep up with the health kick, at least for the day.) I ordered a side salad with feta dill dressing, which was yummy but interesting, and a cup of Cuban black bean soup.





The salad was sort of atypical because the sprout to lettuce ratio was equal, and I’m not used to that many sprouts. Have you ever heard of feta dill dressing? I hadn’t until I looked at the menu, so I figured, Oh, what the heck? Why not? And honestly, the name is very telling because it tasted like feta cheese, with a sprinkle of garlic and dill pickle juice. It may sound nasty, but if you like feta, I highly recommend it.

And the soup was great, except that it was a bit watery. Unlike the other black bean soups I’ve tried, this had chunks of sweet potatoes and a bit of cream poured on top, which gave it a slight milky taste.

Though I didn’t get dessert (Remember the health-food kick?), I promised my roommate that we would definitely be back during finals week for a nice, little Village Bakery treat.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

A Look Ahead

Over the last five weeks, I’ve led you to my favorite local treasures here in Athens: Donkey Coffee and Espresso, Athens Book Center, Casa Nueva, Athens Underground and Bagel Street Deli. I must say, I’m glad I had an excuse to visit each of these, and then promote them through my posts.

As a part of this project, we are required to have an interactive map. So for mine, I decided to mark the places I’ve been to in pink, the places I will be visiting shortly in purple and where I live in yellow.




View "Where Are You Going? Where Have You Been?" in a larger map

As you can tell by the map, I haven’t really branched out from on- or near-campus attractions. After this week, I intend to change that. While my next few treasures are still within about a mile (walking distance) from my little corner on East Green, Read Hall, they’re a bit of a trek for me, though I’m sure I can manage.

So, without further ado, I would like to present my final few destinations.

Passion Works Studio 
Passion Works is an art shop and studio located on East State Street. The best and most unique part about this artwork remains that it is a place were creativity is born and collaboration is the key.

Beads & Things 
This shop not only carries beads from around the world, but also bags, sarongs and gemstones. Customers are even allowed to make their beaded art in the store, where they will receive free instruction by employees.

Village Bakery 
The Village Bakery offers a wide selection of baked goods and pastries made from locally grown produce. This café measures its success on its “social, environmental and financial impact in the local and global communities,” according to the menu.

Miller’s Chicken
Though I don’t know much about Miller’s Chicken yet, I’ll be updating you as soon as I do. I do know, however, that its menu items include fried chicken, seafood, fries, sandwiches and salads. I’m definitely anxious to try it.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Who Needs 7-Eleven When You've Got Bagel Heaven?

Whenever I think of where to go for my next post, I automatically think of food first. So, without further ado, I’d like to present Bagel Street Deli, the best fast food shop in Athens.

During class on Wednesday, my stomach was hankering for a tasty, toasted bagel sandwich, or “bagelwich.” I’d been waiting to go to Bagel Street for days but never had the chance.

  Class was over; the time had come.

My friend Jess and I headed from Scripps to Court Street. Bagel Street came into sight and my mouth began to water at the thought. What shall I get this time? I pondered.

Jess and I pulled open the glass door and excitedly walked into the narrow, dimly lit restaurant that smells like toast. The red brick walls are covered in aluminum foil figures and the chalk signatures of loyal customers.

We continued down the thin hallway to the ordering counter. To my left hung two gigantic chalkboards with their signature selections sorted into categories: Breakfast Served Anytime, Originals, Carnivorous Cravers, Poultry Pursuers and Veggie Delights.

Each of these creations is served on your choice of bagel (There are 22 to choose from!).

My typical Bagel Street experience involves me getting a Tom’s Turkey with an Oweo for dessert. Wednesday was my lucky day because Tom’s Turkey was the special of the day for only $3.25.

Once we ordered and received our bagels, we ate at a table created with Naked Juice lids.

I carefully unwrapped the warm aluminum foil, suddenly smelling the aroma that was being concealed by the foil. I took a large bite, getting a taste of everything (sun-dried tomato bagel, American cheese, mayo, tomato, lettuce and turkey). Within 10 minutes, I devoured the entire thing, without one crumb to spare. Jess did the same with her OU Bagel (a wheat bagel with cream cheese and bacon). I think we finished our sandwiches so fast because we knew what was coming for dessert.

The Oweo. A delectable, gooey mess made of two, fist-sized chocolate chip cookies with cream cheese in the middle. The sandwich is then steamed, which brings out the flavors. The two of us split one of these delicious treats, and that too was gone within minutes. 

Although it took us literally fifteen minutes to eat, the uniqueness of the place kept us there chatting for about an hour, which was probably the best hour of my day.