"Composing a Mood"

Mark Seawell's well-composed "Mirror Lake"
Yes, that’s right! A show! Personally, and persona-ally, it’s very exciting. Deadlines are always exciting. (Plus, I need to get something finished for the Black & White competition at the Eccles. Bahahahaha.) Alicia and Camille Washington are the co-creators/owners/producers of the Good Company Theater (www.goodcotheatre.com) located at 260 Historic 25th Street in Ogden. (It’s up on the second floor, and stairs are not optional.) They’ve realized that their theater could be used on Sunday afternoons to showcase… something. Voile! “Something on Sunday” is born. Or will be. So, I’m working hard, gestating. I don’t want this baby coming out premature, or ugly. I should say “babies”, as I’m about to be a twin. My twin is not identical. He is Mark Seawell, a talented landscape photographer, who looks nothing like me and probably takes his newsletter seriously. (mseawell.zenfolio.com) What do a painter and photographer have in common, besides patiently supportive spouses? An eye for composition and mood, duh. Composition? Mood? Isn’t that art school foo-foo clap-trap? Yes. Yes, it is. But too bad. We’re going to hang photographs and paintings that contain both, and then… wait for it…. we’re going to talk about them. Not once, not twice, but three times. (Evil laugh) At 3pm, Mark and I will demand your attention and compare/contrast one landscape from each of us. Then we’ll do it again at 4pm, and fiendishly, again at 5. Focusing on different paintings each time of course, we’re not monsters. It would all be too, too much, but we’re supplying wine and small delicious things to strengthen your resolve and shore up your general faith in humanity. Art will be for sale, as will greeting cards and (hopefully) small prints, Mark might have calendars, but you don’t have to buy anything and admission is bupkiss, nada, zilch, which you know you can afford. If you do buy something, a percentage will go to the theater. Parking shouldn’t even be bad on a Sunday afternoon, and there are entrances both on 25th street and in back by the parking lot. You just have to haul yourself up a flight of stairs. Call it exercise; physical, mental, social and chemical.
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