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Sunday's Soiree

SUNDAY, December 9

The music of Sylvana Joyce and Chris Smith

OPEN MIKE:
Bring something to read that you wrote
or that someone else wrote

6:00 pm
Doors open at 5:30 pm

Wine and Refreshments served

$20 suggested donation

Doors open at 5:30 pm

$20 suggested donation

SPRING STUDIO
a/k/a Minerva's Drawing Studio
293 Broome St.
New York, NY 10002
917 375 6986

NEXT WEEK
SUNDAY, December 16


Writer Elizabeth Albrecht reads from new work
A reading of "Florida," a new ten-minute play by Steven Doloff with Jerry Levine and Susan Haskins
6:00 pm


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Make Music New York WINTER

FRIDAY, December 21

Andrew Bolotowsky plays masterpieces for baroque flute

including Jean Fery Rebel, Les Caracteres de la dance, 1715,

in the Broome Street corridor of Sara Delano Roosevelt Park and accompanies the audience and passers by

as they sing assortedholiday music to celebrate the season, led by Mary Hurlbut

12:00 NOON in the park corridor



 
SPRING STUDIO a/k/a
Minerva’s Drawing Studio
293 Broome St.
New York, NY  10002
Minerva Durham, Director
917-375-6086

Writings from A Recent Sunday Soiree
Minerva Meets Alene

Alene has been dead 27 years, but memories of her pop into my brain almost daily, snapshots urging me to eulogize her. Sometimes casual conversations about the past with friends leave me eager to tell Alene’s story, and whenever her daughter, Christina Mitchell, calls me or visits New York, I remind myself that Alene’s story is knocking at the door, waiting to be written.
 
Marianne’s Party
 
The winter of 1978 Marianne threw a for-women-only-pot-luck dinner party in her second floor, 4,000-square-foot loft on Ludlow St. When I arrived, I climbed up the long flight of stairs leading to Marianne’s loft, entered, and walked to the approximate center of the space looking around to see who else was there, when a dark, short woman positioned herself in front of me holding up a little box with both hands at the level of her third rib.
 
I was somehow imprisoned in her force field of energy and held at attention. For a second I wondered what she might unleash from such a small container. It wasn’t large enough to contain all the evils of the world, nor elegant enough to be the home of a magical genie.
 
She was strikingly pretty. My eyes settled on her bangs. They made a tidy level line straight across the middle of her forehead reducing its height and aligning with her eyes and cheekbones. Her tightly curled hair having been straightened by oil and a hot hair-iron became distinct and memorable. What natural style, I thought, despite its artifice. Could she be dispensing love potions. I wondered.
 
No, nothing so exotic.  She had heard that I was Virginia Admiral’s new friend and that I suffered from allergies, so she was offering me a remedy.
 
So began a friendship like none other that I have ever had, a friendship that lives today through my friendship with her daughter Christina.  
Alene's Daughter Finds Her (in two parts)

PAGE TWO - to be continued



Art Work by Minerva Durham

 


 

Continuing with Twelve Sunday Evening Fundraising SOIREES

This Sunday's Soiree, a link, and some of the writing you missed at last Sunday's Soiree

Please share this announcement with anyone you know who might be interested.  I include below some of what you may have missed at last Sunday's soiree.

Here is the link to the Sunday Soiree with a fabulous performance by Andrew Bolotowsky, flute, and Davis Galt, didgeridoo.

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBUItmBhBmQ&feature=youtu.be

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ANNUAL FUNDraising Drive

I am now holding the annual fundraising drive. The Sunday evening soirees at the strudio with admission by  $20 donation.  Please get in touch with me if you would like to perform or read during one of the soirees.

  https://www.gofundme.com/minervasdrawingstudio

 in advance of the annual autumn fundraising drive that makes up the yearly $40K deficit. (SEE below.)

Or, donate $50 in person and receive one of the charcoal and pastel drawings I’ve done on newsprint during my anatomical teaching sessions. Take it right off the wall. I’ve got lots of fine ones.


NEW GALLERY HOURS: 

Spring Studio, a/k/a Minerva's Drawing Studio, 293 Broome Street, will be open to well-wishers and gallery goers weekdays between the afternoon and evening drawing sessions,  from 4 to 6 pm, Monday through Friday.



THANKS TO EVERYONE FOR DONATIONS
to my GoFundMe page.


With your help and the help of donors who generously gave to me directly, I have almost reached my goal of $40K, the yearly deficit.

Today I am only a few thousand dollars short.
I will have to raise prices in the new year to lessen the deficit next year. I continue to offer my drawings and vintage paintings for sale to keep the studio going and to lessen the deficit.

Love,
Minerva Durham, Founder and Director
Spring Studio a/k/a Minerva's Drawing Studio


 

ALSO, an interview with Cheryl McGinnis:

https://www.facebook.com/cherylmcginnisprojects

Minerva’s Drawing Studio aka SPRING STUDIO
293 Broome Street, New York, NY 10002
Minerva Durham, Director, 917-375-6086
springstudio@earthlink.net

- Free Classes (A Series)

on Thursday Afternoons on:

The Interaction of Color

by Josef Albers -- at 4:15pm

Sharon Denning teachs the sessions:

Each week a chapter in the book will be read aloud, then the participants will try to solve the problem presented with color papers.

The following week results will be pinned to the wall and discussed and a new chapter will be read.

 



Join us every Wednesday at 4:15 pm as Said Bouftass, anatomist who attended L'Ecole des Beaux-Arts and focused on the teachings of Paul Richer, lectures by drawing on the wall with in colored chalk.

FREE sessions of Anatomy at Spring Studio as we draw disarticulated human bones on Thursdays, and Fridays from 4pm to 6pm between figure drawing classes.
Thanks and love,
Minerva


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MODEL TRYOUTS
(PLEASE SHARE)

I, Minerva, who founded Spring Studio in 1992, tend to make slow, long-term relationships with models.

Artists who have drawn at Spring Studio may buy a ticket at the studio for a reserved seat for $20 or for a punch on their cards starting at 4:00 pm on January 7.
Artists new to the studio must buy a class card if they wish to attend the tryouts. Artists who have drawing cards may bring a guest for a punch on the class card.

Thanks,
Minerva


Police Report:
A Memoir Fragment for the Holiday Season

He was some mother's darling. He was some mother's son.
Once he was fair. Once he was young
And some mother rocked him, little darling to sleep,
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.

"A Tramp on the Street," lyrics adapted by Grady and Hazel Cole, 1939,
from a poem published in 1877 titled "Only a Tramp." (see postscript below)

Funny, in the bright afternoon sunlight the lines of the policeman’s face appeared incised into his flesh as though carved into pale, earth-colored clay, his face a sculpted mask. His eyes, two small dark points, focused on me. For a second I imagined that the flesh surrounding them was expanding into an immense barren landscape of hills and valleys -- monotone, dry and desolate.

I glanced down at his nametag. “CHAN,” it read.
As Officer Chan asked me questions, his partner exited the driver’s seat of their police car that he had just parked by the fire hydrant that is slightly forward of the last parking space on Forsyth Street’s southeast corner where Broome Street temporarily dead-ends. He stepped onto the sidewalk and positioned his body so that it closed the space between Officer Chan and the corner building.

A second police car drove up and parked illegally at the bend of the curve of Forsyth and Broome. Two officers got out, a woman who immediately leaned back on the car looking at me and slowly folded her arms with false nonchalance, and a man who took a sturdy stance stationing himself on the Broome Street sidewalk between the car and the corner building. In doing so, the two new arrivals made a complete semi-circular barrier that surrounded me and a homeless man who had asked me to help him. With the corner building to our backs, I felt imprisoned in a zone of deadly unfriendliness.

What had I got myself into? Why had two police cars shown up for a simple report of the theft of an ID, a bankcard, and a phone? Why were they surrounding us as though we were criminals?
“I own a business up the street at 293 Broome,” I said to Officer Chan. “This gentleman asked me to call the precinct so a report could be filed recording that his wallet and phone were stolen last night as he slept on a bench across the street in the park. The 5th precinct is too far away for him to walk with his unsteady leg. Would you please write up a report for him?”

The homeless man was small and short, probably of Irish descent. He leaned on a cane. Once he was a licensed plumber, he told me, and he had a grown daughter living somewhere near NYC.

Officer Chan said that he wanted to take him into the precinct to write the report. I argued and insisted that the cops write out a report on the spot. All of a sudden the homeless man said something flip. I immediately turned my face to him and said, “Don’t make jokes. This is serious. I am trying to help you. Don’t make it difficult,” all the while thinking to myself, “Oh, no, he could be one of those lost souls who want to provoke the cops into beating them up,” and all the while becoming panicked by the scenario unfolding. “Be careful.” I thought to myself. “These cops have guns.” My brain shifted into high alert, with an awareness that was not fear, but a distant cousin to fear.

I said firmly to Officer Chan, “You can’t take him to the precinct. I won't let him go with you. I know you don’t want to write up reports that make New York City look like a place full of crime, but this man needs a police report number in order to get replacements for his papers.”

After a brief exchange of words, one of the cops got a clip board out of the police car and began to question the homeless man and to write a report. It took about 20 minutes to get the information, and the task was done on the sidewalk in the daylight.

The report completed, the lady cop -- trim, tall, well-groomed, neatly costumed in NYC cop blue, cool, prime, fine, armed, and still leaning on the police car with her arms across her chest -- focused her eyes on me and asked with a touch of disdain in her voice, “Why are you helping him?”

Funny, I looked her square in the eyes and surprised myself as I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind, “Because I am a Christian.” Then I added, “Last year I had a stroke and everyone helped me, so now I have to give back.”

END


POSTSCRIPT
The evolution of the lyrics of "A Tramp on the Street" and over ten recorded versions of the song, including those sung by Molly O'Day, Hank Williams, Joan Baez and the Staples Singers can be heard on "Joop’s Musical Flowers: original versions of famous songs and songs covered by famous people."

http://jopiepopie.blogspot.com/search/label/Tramp%20on%20the%20Street%20%281939%29
The 1877 lyrics:

Minerva Durham 917-375-6086
Minerva's Drawing Studio
293 Broome St.
New York, NY 10002


A charcoal sketch on newsprint by Minerva

Photo Paula Court

Minerva’s Drawing Studio a/k/a Spring Studio
293 Broome Street, New York NY 10002
917-375-6086
springstudio@earthlink.net
Love,
Minerva

 

Paula Court - Photo - At Spring Studio


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