Main Porch Stairs Quincy • Page 8
Updated: 10/06/04

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    Indian Summer Happenings***  
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M e a n w h i l e , the Chief engages in less important activities, mumbling something about choosing one's battles wisely and: "Manitou, kick ass of all the damn totem pole carvers...".

Adze in her hand, hiding next to a cedar log, Chief's squaw says to the fellow totem carvers to be patient when her man gets grumpy: the Chief is either hungry or thirsty for a fiery water; he'd be his sweet himself soon again. (And she runs away to mix healing margaritas).

Some of the Chief's insignificant creations on this page (such as the stairway, left) were not done during this particular trip but on previous, not yet well documented, occasions.
     
 
It's been an old Indian tradition - the totem carver is to be spoiled, fed, housed for free and accommodated in any way by the whole tribe and protected by the Chief and Shaman. No wonder everybody wants to be a part of the carving team...:)... It is also said that the totem carver usually works slowly (to prolong such a pleasant arrangement...), bastard!!!
 
 
 
 
Blue sky... listen...
A whole new room with a window aiming directly to the archery targets !:)... [not the room's main purpose, though ... says the Chief].
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
*** By "Happenings" we don't mean the art form called "happening" = original-creative-bohemian events but simple activities and progress on the (more-less) construction site in Quincy. This (photo->) documentation, as well as other sections of this website, are mainly intended as a visual communication billboard for the families back in our homeland, for a few friends and for our reference, not as any artsy cyber spot. Some day we might see a happening happening in Quincy, planned or naturally shaped up, regardless. A few trips to Quincy were already close to it if not even better, in a way... Quincy and the whole Plumas county is a magical sanctuary we love to share with those of similar spiritual values. The place itself is an art of its own class.

Event schedule and Invitations list the upcoming trips.		    

THE GREAT ART HAPPENING

I thought I saw a carcass there
a great big slab of beef.
I looked again and read the sign –
"Deep Retro", by O’Keef.

I thought some builders left some junk,
some corrugated iron.
I looked again and saw it was -
"New Opus', by O’Brien.

I thought I saw the washing out
All flapping on the line
I looked again and saw it was -
"Defiance 3", by Kline.

I thought I saw a pile of dust
Some kids had trailed across.
I looked again and saw it was -
"Third Stanza", by Lu Moss.

I thought I saw a whitewashed tin
High mounted on a broom
I looked again and saw it was -
St Jude, by Yakko Zoom.

I thought I saw a dangling leg,
A man, with swinging saw.
I looked and gasped, “My God, it’s real!"!!"
The leg dropped to the floor.

It made me laugh, it made me cry
They said I shouldn’t mind it.
For after all, they said to me
“Art’s only where you find it”.  
               
Mandi Reid