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The CHA CHA SLIDE is the opening theme of this special assignment
At the time Lady Indy was doing community theater work at a local state college in a production of Mac Beth. One of the other cast members asked her if she would like a teaching assignment. OF COURSE….an artist that also teaches that is a bonus and also is a great backup when the market is running in the slow down mode. The following day she met with the Principle at a local alternative education school and was hired on that very day as an art teacher in the disciplines of textile and lost art forms. The assignment was under the Federal Juvenile Justice Department through the local school district.
Her paperwork turned in along with letters of recommendation, transcripts, background checks. and a priming of how to teach incarcerated children.
Staffing for this project were hand picked with the right credentials personality and experience for the work. She was also introduced to the head of the project from the National Endowment of the Arts in a meeting where the program was designed to reach these children who were inner city kids that were going in the wrong direction.
Based as an alternative education program for the Juvenile Justice system much like the Julliard Academy for the Arts in New York City. A chosen few were staffed to take on the young lions of youth that were either in detention centers or incarcerated in the county detention system regulated by the state and federal offices.
Through the process the staff would work as a professional and also be involved with the youth teaching them skills in the creative world that would give them focus, discipline and quality in study to enrich them, to make changes and a positive solution to their problem solving environments. Many of the youth were victims of abuse of all kinds, neglect and abandonment from their family members. The majority living with only one parent. and no father figure in their lives. They were exposed to much of what children should not have ever been exposed to. Alcohol and drug abuse, poverty, life below poverty level in some situations, shifted from one foster care to another was not always in the best interest of the youth..
In January 2000. Lady Indy started what she referred to as the Cha Cha Line. …the challenges with working with the inner city youth in crises.
Lois Principle for Alternative Educational system and Charter schools for Alternative Education
Dee Mac former Las Vegas Show Girl Dance
A Lee Roy Dance
Carolyn Nelson Fiber Arts and Lost Art forms
Lis Talav Painting
Bonnie Wade Poetry Literature
Amy Architect Design
to be continued
The childrens work was showcased at the Palm Beach County School District Office, and a reception dinner at the Marriot Hotel in West Palm Beach, that year of 2003. The children all made the centerpieces out of veliumn paper, with illuminated letters as a relief on the veliumn. The veliumn was then wrapped aroynd four wood sticks that were vertical, and glued in place. Inside was placed a LED lighted candle, and the image of the illuminated letters stood out as if they were stain glass.
At this reception, the CEO for United Way, non profit charities, attended. at the end of the program, I took one of the pieces over to him, and gave it to him as a thank ou and also for his acknowledgement of the work done for these children. He asked me to join him for breakfast at a local restraurant that following Wednesday, and for me to bring the outline of the program, as well as my resume. When I walked back to the table, Lois came up to me and asked what is going on. I told her I am meeting with the gentleman from United Way on Wednesday for breakfast and a meeting. I followed through, met with the gentleman, whose name I will include when I have refreshed my memory on names!!
He had a check for the program,, for computers to be purchased and used for the children …I was comosed with a smile and thankful to him for his contribution. When I returned to my car, I exploaded into a joyful laugh and prayed there would not be a traffic delay to keep me from getting back to the office. I presented Lois with the check, and her jaw dropped to the floor. It is what I call “A God Wink”. .
The project started six months ago. I was informed that I am going to have a lot of time on my hands and rather than look at four walls all day the gears switched over to creative mode.
NOTE” Don’t tell those in charge that sleep was an option.
I set out the adventure of creating a custom model of a miniature farm house. The objective is for terminally ill children in hospitals not as a toy they have to study the little house and come up with their own version of …..Naw it isn’t the Once Upon A Time first line but more like……”.Listen you all you won’t believe this stuff!/ Their story is what would they be doing living in this farm house and create a story and opening up the world of imagination! The little house will first go to the Children’s hospital in Seattle and others will have to await their turn as no deadline is determined. I cannot work this on a deadline schedule and fortunately have picked up an assistant. The project is funded through donations and when the goal is reached on the bottom line the house is delivered to the hospital. More on this to follow
The American Farmhouse is totally different from those of Europe and other places. Being that the United States is a large country most of it for a little over 130 years was made up of territories until the railroad started to go west along with the wagon trains …people walked most of the way across the landmass. When they settled the first and primary important element was SHELTER. Shelter from harsh winters, storms wildlife and warring Native Americans. Across the plains the first buildings were made of either timber rough hewn logs of the forests or bricks made of mud, particularly in the southern plains as the adobe mud clay bricks kept the heat of the desert regions out in summer and provided heat in the long winter months. Usually these buildings would have add-on outbuildings for livestock and also feed as well as commodes of wheat corn tobacco. cotton barley, beans. and the potato. The buildings were boxed either in square or rectangular in shape, and cross ventilation to allow the summer breeze come through the house. Being that the settlers had to live off the land and make it or bust, generally as a rule the structures remained simple. The cattle barons and horse barons of course were the elite and their farmhouse would also have the character of a more comfortable life. The antebellum plantations of the south with their Georgian or Federated architecture would grace the southland and unfortunately, in 2005 many of these historical homes of Louisiana Mississippi and Alabama were destroyed by hurricane Katrina.
I started researching different architectural concepts of a farm-house design. I found one and then made specific changes to the design to meet the conditions of the project and its objectives. Besides it created a great therapy for myself at this time, with strengthening cognition and spacial imagery and the strategy of working upside down. No this is not standing on my head to design. but a right brain exercise in which I put a photograph or drawing in front of me, turning it upside down and then on another sheet of paper, follow suit with the same process. Instead of identifying the object work the lines to convergences and think of line and space, rather than wall. door. window. fixture.
One advantage as well was, I didn’t have to follow the schematics of electrical plumbing, elevation and the building codes of both federal and state regarding structures. The codes for live load and dead load. The first model was a house of cards in a sense it was in paper.
The foam core was used rather than balsa wood, as where I am, sawing would have to be done by another person. The inventory of what was needed. and a listing as well as pricing.
The decision was the scale of one inch equals one foot. Those that measure in centimeters look it up!!
A visit from my brother gave some good insight although he didn’t think anyone would want the little house. I ignored that statement. He said also the next one needs to be smaller. Ah…Nope. can’t do. and besides I don’t see anyone coming up with the recipe for those magic cookies in Lewis Carroll’s book, “ALICE IN WONDERLAND” or “ALICE THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS”. and YES the Queen was my nurse as it was. who could not visualize what the structure is to be when all she saw was a bunch of foam core boards tape glue and a blade as well as a pair of scissors. And a daily dose of “Where are you going to put this?”
Just wait and see………..
Six months later after making the initial design, and reworking some of the design due to new ideas formulated into a structure that was finally ready for the permanent foundation.
In the meantime pieces were coming in faster than a New York second and my nurse said no more….when the load one day was twenty boxes!! HA!
So the story begins with pictures………as when I was carefully sliding the house over to it’s foundation…….it created its own earthquake disaster. It was Japan and Ecuador all at one time. I refused to cave in while others were saying, here is the trash can. The doors windows, and all the furnishings were put in boxes and a new design was in order. Nothing was really lost!! Nobody died and no animals died either. It was just the beginning of an idea that is work in progress.
While in the college years her minor was in architecture and the only reason for her to not finish and finalize her work was the math scared her to death!! Oh, no problem with Geometry but she lost the battle trying to figure out Algebra as it was a lost cause and didn’t make any sense at all. However it always intrigued her to carry it out and for short periods of time would work with architects, and even lectured at Talisen West, the Frank Lloyd Wright institute out of Scottsdale Arizona. The staff there wanted her to continue her studies however the timing wasn’t right when being a single mom with two small children and the living quarters for the first two to three years was a tent in the Sonoran desert.
While preparing for another journey to Mexico to work with the Native Americans there
it was Memorial Day weekend and she had her list made out of what to take down with her and going about finalizing class terms with her students and a call came in from a friend who was an Architect and asked her to stop in he needed her advise on a project he was doing. She finally gave in and said to him, that she would be over that afternoon’. It was a typical late spring day in south Florida. Rain everyday could be put to clock work when she walked into Noe’s office. Noe was hispanic American and as a friend, she met up with him a couple of years back at the city council meeting in the city of West Palm Beach where she gave a short address regarding a sculptor from Seville Spain who was interested in putting in a memorial piece of work for the city.
She sat in Noe’s office and his assistant brought out a model of what was to be the sculpture and ceramic studio of the new wing at the Armory Art Center in West Palm Beach. Noe related the story. “Carolyn, am having a problem with this concept as he was also the assistant architect, the principle was out of New York City. The model had to be complete and ready for presentation that following Wednesday to the board of directors of the Armory. She observed the model which was made of white foam core, plain streamline edges with a top that extended from one end to the other. she then told him. “Noe. you don’t have a sculpture studio…..you got a chicken ranch!”
Noe asked how should it be done!! thinking for a minute she said you have to allow heat to escape and at the same time have light come in, so why not turn the roof at angles such as the Opera house in Sidney Australia. His eyes lite up. YES! that will work and then proceeded to ask me to join in and help rebuild the model. So much for packing my luggage that weekend.
After two and a half days the new model was complete the palm trees made of pipe cleaner wire and green tissue paper that looked well….imagination had to come into play with those.
Noe offered to take her to the airport however as it was a very early flight she declined the offer and told him to contact her at the University of Sonora about the outcome of the presentation.
She received word that the board did approve the concept and the building was carried on.
A year went by she was back from Mexico and was teaching at the Armory art center and there was the ribbon cutting reception for the completion of the project. She went up to Noe and congratulated him. and in shaking his hand he softly said “We got a roof!…..and both smiled. Her name didn’t appear on the project mostly for reasons of contracts and the fact she was not called upon however she had the honor of being part of the project and when she would drive by the center and see the sculpture studio would chuckle to herself and say “Yep, that is my roof!”
Please note I am not the owner of the music, by Ennico Morricome (2000))
Credits for the music go to Ennico Morricino at youTube.com Veru appropriate music for this adventure and thank you.
It was the summer of 1996, on a trip down to the Casa de los Amigos to codirect the casa, as well as assist in setting up a project where a group of American youth, were to help build a schoolhouse in the isolated village of Trigo Merino (Brown Wheat). A couple was already stationed there, and we arrived one Saturday morning to clean a primative barn, all the time, am praying that I don’t run into nasty spiders or a rattle snake. I grabbed a bucket and carried the bucket and a broom to start in on the project. This is where the youth (tennagers) were to sleep during their short term stay.
I was met by a cow, who had blocked the barn doorway. Her attitude was all over her face, when she saw the bucket. The attitude of “i GAVE ALREADY, MA’AM? said it all and it took a few minutes to move her,, and the others, Luci, Panco and Adela as well as two youth directors started the cleanup. From the way the barn looked, it had not been cleaned in quite awhile and managed to find some very dusty cobwebs (fancy term for a spider web) and with the extra help, it didn’t take as long as I had thought. Brushing disinfectant cleaner into the floor boards, while others repaired and replaced some floorboards. I was all to glad to know, it was not going to be my sleeping quarters.
As we hiked down the hill to Adella/s casa, we could see on the cliff over to the right, a terrace with two fellows working. They saw us, and fired a rifle. This was a warning shot to tell us not to come close to them. There were also open pits along the road, tat had toughs on each side of the leanto. This was where they would process rocks, and did the prospecting. everything was hush hush, we couldn’t speak loudly. The inhabinants of this pueblo were told that there is gold in this mine, and that they would all prosper from it. They were lied to. The mine was run by the drug barons, and no one spoke of it, for safety reasons.
After lunch, we all took a hike three miles in the rugged terrain to a waterfall, and refreshed ourselves by standing under the falls. The water was cold, however so refreshing on the hot summer day. We didn’t have to worry about drying off ourselves, as the heat of the day, and the low humidity of the desert dried our clothes within fifteen minutes.
We returned to Adellas home, and in the pen were two pigs, Christmas and Thanksgiving. I went into the pen and had forgotten I had crackers in my pocket, Thanksgiving sniffed them out, and of course he also thought he was a lap dog, and had a mud battle with the pigs over crackers. Pigs are slippery when wet, and managed to get mud everywhere. The others were no help in the matter, they just stood at the fence and laughed.
There was a back entrance into their small cabin, that went directly to a shower, with warm water!! It was the only facility in the house, the other conviences were still using a latrine privy, at least it didn’t have a roof on the top, or loose floor boards to kick to chase the lizards and other creepy species away. The latrine was a two seater as well.
Supper consisted of refried beans, with cheese, chopped tomato, onion, and grilled beef tips. It was quiite, in this isolated village, no telephones, no cell phones, no electricity, only the cracklying of wood in the woodstove, the smell of fresh grated cheese, a cat or two paying a visit, and down the dirt road, the braying of a donkey.
That evening, after dinner, we played the Sonoran Gin Rummey. Those players who lost the hand, had to get up and take the black soot from the wood stove and draw on the other players face. Photo will be coming!!
They were short on beds, and i got volunteered for the kitchen table. A few large pieces of cardboard was put on the table first, then three quilts and pillows. Actually it was quite comfortable as I didn’t want to awaken with a chicken walking on my head.
The next morning was an early start of visiting other families in the village, and informing them of the project that was all in agreement in this iscolated village. I had to pay a visit to the latrine, and while in there, gunshots fired out. The gunfight at the OK Corral Part Deux commenced. I shouted out, and they stopped, was able to get to safety before they started up again. When these things occur. no one talks about it to others, as you don’t know who is a family or friend or enemy of who got shot.
i had to be very quiet when I gave a fellow thirty five US dollars for a rock the size of a meatball, that had a spot of gold. I still have the rock, and have not broken it. It maybe a nugget, or a chip. Eitherway, bringing it back was easy, as I put it with the dirty laundry in my suitcase. Nobody is going to go through that!
Later that afternoon we headed back to Hermosillo, and continued working with the people in the city, teaching English to a group of ten. Attended a wedding and danced until four in the morning, ….and ..that is another story.
Project : Reign for horse
Warp: Various colored hand spun, hand dyed, source of dyes are not fugitive, but permanent ranging from marigolds to indigo, and include bamboo. These are the building blocks of weaving, the strong vertical threads and fibers.
Weft: works at weaving the warps together, horizontally and are invisable, they are the same color and textured yarns of the outer border.
Length: Three and a half yards per warp yarn
Width: One and a half to two inches
Twenty Two weaving cards set as the heddles for the pattern
Pattern: Rams horn