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APPALACHIAN SPRING INSTALLATION

SEILERS’ STUDIO AND GALLERY

AN INSTALLATION AND POETRY

BY KATHLEEN SEILER

Familiar signs of spring from our zone 6 region.

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APRIL FIRST FRIDAY

SEILERS’ STUDIO & GALLERY WILL BE OPEN APRIL 1ST

No April Fools! We will be open from 5:30 till 8:00 pm

Ride the Rocker Bus to get around to the galleries.

New Works, Good Conversation, New Renovations

It’s almost spring

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The Water Show Poems

Kathy’s poems from the Water Show are finally published!

A collaboration of poetry and paintings exhibited at Seilers’ Studio & Gallery May 2017. All have to do with water, death, drowning, and rebirth as inspired by Moby Dick, by Herman Melville. It is a reflection on surviving life’s monsoons and the experienced death of the self. Metaphor is frequent, along with ironic humor.

Kathy’s book may be purchased at Amazon:

www.amazon.com/Water-Show-Poems-Kathleen-Seiler/dp/B09VWMGQTG/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2OH9LP27VQGT4&keywords=The+water+show+poems&qid=1648738129&sprefix=the+water+show+poems%2Caps%2C143&sr=8-1

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STORYBOOK CHRISTMAS OPEN HOUSE

SEILERS’ STUDIO & GALLERY WILL BE HOSTING AN OPEN HOUSE

FRIDAY DECEMBER 10TH FROM 5:30 – 8:30

Christmas music and decorations, Wassail (hot spiced cider), new artwork, and good conversation.

Christ Child by Doug Jeck

In order to protect the health of our mutual friends we ask you to wear a mask.

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FIRST FRIDAY JULY 2021

WE ARE OPEN!!!

(AT LAST!)

After more than a year of being closed, we are now open for our First Friday, July 2nd. Come join us to see the studio renovations completed during our hiatus. We have converted our gallery into a “living room” gallery and studio where you can see our work in a setting with furniture, artwork, oriental carpet, and library all in one. This is an answer to living in a “loft” type of space.

Most importantly it will be splendid to see you in person!

Also for First Friday, you can see a special painting, pre-asphalt period, “THE PREARRANGED COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE OF TWO CLOUDS . . . BUT THEY ARE HAVING LOTS FUN” along with Kathy’s newest poem at the Pioneer School Exhibition.

SEE YOU SOON

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A MEMORY

JIM ZECHIEL

(1941-2021)

“TO EVERYTHING THERE IS A SEASON AND A PURPOSE UNDER HEAVEN”

(Ecclesiastes 3)

January 19, 2021 we lost a dear friend. Covid and declining health took a toll. When I was informed of his passing, I felt a sudden and deep hole, an undesired vacancy. Jim’s presence was formidable; he was opinionated, at times brisk, always sincere, and compassionately caring. Our first meeting was in regards to our property line between the studio and Immanuel Church Downtown. We were planting a garden and didn’t want to infringe on the church’s parking lot. He was head of building and grounds.

He cheerfully said, “I don’t care where the hell we put the damn line. You’ve made the space look better than it has in years.” I thought, “You know, I could attend a church like that where a few swear words were used kindly.” I grew up where swearing was meant to inflict pain. That began a friendship of eight years.

One of Jim’s hobbies was collecting only Zanesville glass. In July 2015, our gallery exhibited Jim’s collection. During the opening, he discussed and lectured on the finer points of his collection. For Kathy and I, it was a time to celebrate a friend with his many friends.

Jim had friends in more circles than I could imagine. He was highly respected in education, church, community, and civic organizations. A funny smile came upon anyone I was talking with when I mentioned his name. He golfed his way through years of dialysis. He was loved by many.

He was here for a season. Isn’t it odd that in death there is an incredible hole, but his memory, his life, his character stand alongside the emptiness and fill it.

Thanks Jim

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MARTIN LUTHER KING JR DAY

January 18, 2021

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone

Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When my way grows drear precious Lord linger near
When my light is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When the darkness appears and the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

This Sunday morning I was watching Vineyard Columbus online* and at the conclusion of their recognition and remembrance of Martin Luther King Jr., one of their vocalists sang “Take My Hand, Precious Lord.” It was one of the best renditions of the hymn I’ve heard.

Shortly before his assassination, Dr. King requested this hymn to be sung that evening. I pondered that song and the times Dr. King and America faced, I also feel tired, weak, and alone with the chaos of the far right and their assault on our capital, the devastation of the Covid pandemic in the world, countless hyper-vigilant gossip and conspiracy theories, systemic racism, corruption in high places, and on and on it goes.

Will we rise to the occasion? Are we able to emulate Dr. King? Can we individually and corporately become men and women that stand for a righteousness that includes justice and mercy together, even if we are tired, weak, and alone? There is one who will take our hand.

*The music begins at the 27.52 mark.

My friend, Alan Cottrill with bust of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.