Online Art Exhibition
Call and Response: Collaboration at a Distance Round 14, Special Edition: Nature

Call and Response: Collaboration at a Distance Round 14, Special Edition: Nature

In March 2020 when we went on lockdown due to the pandemic, the Shoebox Arts team created “Call and Response: Collaboration at a Distance” as a way to stay connected and to check in with and support each other. We are just finishing up Round 14 and have enjoyed the process, experiences and friendships that we have made. The project draws on the tradition of Jazz and Exquisite Corpse as a way for the artists to ping pong creatively off of each other.

Please join us for the opening reception of the online exhibition via zoom Sunday March 27, 11am-1pm pst.

Cover photo by Sue Jenkins

Call and Response: Nature Artist Talk March 27, 2022

Adeola Davies-Aiyeloja and Sandy Huse

Aidan Mirowsky

Anda Marcu and Dellis Frank

Andi colombo and April Bermudez

Ann Storc and Ilke Iter

Anne M Bray and Kathryn Pitt

Ashley Hester and Christine Hippeli

Aurora Bewicke and Faina Kumpan

Austin Lubetkin and Lina Kogan

Betty Rosen and Robyn Alatorre

Corinne Lightweaver and Theresa Knopf

Cynthia Cole and Sina Evans

Debra Bianculli and Kess Kin

Elisabeth Kelvin and Michal Greenboim

Eva Marie Amiya and Julie Williams

Genie Davis and Maddie Maser

1 Genie Davis

All the selves you were are already past

There is something about tomorrow,
the invisible link
between hold-music
and war,

the inevitability of what was,
the return of what will be.
And if you find yourself lost,
at sea, on your knees

cajoling, capitulating, praying,
protesting, binging festival movies,
online, unlinked, tethered,
then free—

so it seems, those slivers of you
slide together in new ways.
There are more funerals,
“Celebrations of life,”

the backwards slip of time so fast.
And yet the future gleams.
Through a power outage
in a dark desert motel,

the night around you like
a blanket, the fire
blazing up against paler stars,
the light of which is just

distant but fiercer than any
flame. You ask my name.
I have changed that too,
in a heart adrift in clouds of snow.

White crowns on the cactus,
ruts dissolving down an empty road.
It is time to end resistance,
it’s time to go home.

1 Genie Davis
2 Maddie Maser

3 Genie Davis

I am a Sky

I am a Sky full of stars,
Jupiter and Mars,
translucent shell.
I am mother of pearl,

once a girl,
creature of loss,
gathering moss,
in a forest of tears and rain.

I am a moon,
yellow in June,
liquid as light,
shimmering bright.

I am the cloud,
doubtful but proud,
shivering grey on the wind.
I am my skin,

animal sheath,
howling the heath,
victim of peace,
waiting to break.

I am the wind beginning
to ache,
spring on the flower,
the future – my power

But I may not see.
Blind as the air,
surfeit with care,
ever veiled but in view.

I am a sky,
I am you.

3 Genie Davis
4 Maddie Maser

5 Genie Davis

Hear Me Now (Ghost Sounds Singing)

She’s still listening to the sounds of rivers,
the liquid infinitesimal fluttering
ff water wings and reeds.
If memory is

translucent, transcendent,
then so are these words (if you say them/see them).
We listen within this world together,
a song you cannot see.

Dragon flies dart blue emeralds across the boardwalk,
the hush of flight, sky path, the connect