
Call and Response: Collaboration at a Distance Round 17, Special Edition: TIME
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 17 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.
April Bermudez and Shloka Shankar

Skeleton Leaf


Tied to Time


From Another Time


Running Out of Time


Weathered


We Don’t Have Time For This


The Spirit Of The Staircase


A Brief Division of Time


El Pasajè


I Don_t Have Time For This

Ashley Hester and Rebecca Duke

Timeless

Dated

Forever


Contemporary

Neverland


The Legend of Zorro


Queen

Beatrice Antonie Martino and Adeola Davies

in awe
Time for Kobe Day

Illusion
rings of time

synchronize
Connectedness

Sister Cities
Break Time

Breathe
Just Breathe
Breathe With Me
Mindful Breathe with you
trying to slow down
feeling grounded
grounded in the sky
Zsn Sky

Tranquility
Tranquil Ripples
Dellis Frank and Megan Geckler

Time is Ticking


Where Does Time Go


Time Looms in the AM


Quitting Time


Time Is Money


Time is Precious




Time Flies


Elusive Time
Edith Darling and Austin Lubetkin

Conan in Amber


Humanities

Alexandria
Alexandria

Nude Man Waiting
Hands of Time

Beseech
Held Up in Traffic

Held Up In Traffic

Seam Rip

Time Warp Pt 1

Time Warp Pt 2

Time Warp Pt 3

Marble Kids


Day Dream
Girl in Clock













Countdown
Water Bed

Clock Face
Golden Climbing
I Forgot to Check the Time

-It_s a Matter of Time

You

Time Flies

It_s-a-Matter-of-Time






Experiments in AI Generated Fashion
Eva Montealegre and Kathryn Pitt

Mom Played

Time Burns Memories

Race Car


Rock Don’t Lie

Pressed in Tme Forever

Arrows


Paul Gramma

March of Time

Race Time

The New Ancients


Mother Nature

Tarantula

Wisdom or boredom_

shalaluhat

The Queen is Dead

Lights

Flowing Gold

Wet Stars

Moving through Time
Eva-Marie Amiya and April Bermudez

24 Hour Apple

30 Second Plumcot

A Plumcots Demise

Time Reveals So Does The Sun

Just After Sunrise

Weathered By Time

Skeletons in the Circle of Life

Pendulum of Time

A Certain Time of Night
Eva-Marie Amiya and Marquise Grace

Drawing Time


Darkening of Time


Tempting Time
Genie Davis and Eva Montealagre

Wait
Time is mutable.
The sundial shifts between
the years in pages of old journals
I am stacking in a box.
Packed away, safely forgotten.
the great themes of my life,
children, writing, abundance.
Or lack. I see lack sifting in,
or loss, perhaps it’s loss,
long before it happened.
The possibility was there,
aching unrecognized,
floating stagnant on the air.
So many words I wrote
in so many places.
What do I see when I read them again?
I see time is inchoate,
inarticulate, as it transfers between
planets, moons, decades,
lightyears, wishes and stars.
It sifts between my fingers
like the sand on this beach,
under a grey sky, as
a sunset slips in, ever earlier.
Time is one story or the next,
the loss of a cat, a friend,
a being I loved, a feeling
so fraught that it is forgotten.
Time is loss.
Lost memories, lost pages,
lost moments, lost photographs.
Lost anger, lost joy.
I remember… you forget.
You thank me and hate me
in one breath.
Time is a spiral
circling back on itself.
It is a dazzling pinwheel
of precision and coincidence,
against a background
of green and gold light,
of pools reflecting pearly moon,
of rain ribbed by lightning,
of the red glow from
digital numbers on a
clock reminding me I’m late,
and the first glow of sunrise,
singing out, it’s too early,
you must wait!
- Genie Davis


Enter
Enter and walk through
the door, down the passage,
into the next place
time will take you.
Uranus retrograde says change.
Sorting through the old cards
you gave me, it’s clear
I meant a great deal to you.
Time moves on,
just like footsteps down a very
long hall
(you’re in it for the long haul.)
I think I was supposed to be
more grateful.
I would miss my friends,
there are people and paths
not easily replaceable.
But loss comes and goes
ebbs and flows,
doors open, doors close.
All that times teaches us
is to march on.
Standing still we are
already gone.
I’m not sure yet
where I would rather be
but we… irrevocably are free.
Enter and see.
- Genie Davis


Gone
I am most excellent
at compartmentalizing,
putting unhappiness away
like a hoarded object
to be examined later
(but I don’t),
tucked away in a drawer
I never empty,
just another forgotten
astrology reading or letter,
just another remembrance
I chose to forget.
Time does it’s best
to forget, tarnish, polish, shine,
change the vibration,
lift heaviness in any room.
Who do I keep?
What dreams to speak?
Where are the ones
I do not say? (are they gone)
I imagine things one way
and then the other,
feel trapped and then abandoned,
remember a child,
a chance, a word.
No, I haven’t heard
the next song before,
so I can’t yet sing along.
There are so many things
right,
still too many things
wrong. (escape)
Catch the luminescence
of the moon
dash the soft light
through the tomb,
carry on, carry on.
You know
(I say I don’t)
nothing is gone.
- Genie Davis


Possible
It is the impossible magic
of moon rise in a color stained sky,
that leaves me breathless
with longing –
to preserve this egg-shell-fragile
vestige of time.
Morning like a resolute
soldier stands, always at attention,
ready to hand off and
away the night,
with its whisper of stars,
and fragrance of jasmine,
and the ache of memories
repressed but not reviled.
Yes, some surely make me
smile…
The fierce blue sky,
the dance of flowers,
the unspooling heat
of highest noon –
but if it was possible
to stay the spin of the earth,
and it’s moving, moving minutes,
it would be for that wisp of moon.
Remembered, forgotten,
alone, besotted,
denied, accepted, loved, and rejected –
the weave of life’s loom.
- Genie Davis


The Sky Beyond
There is that moment,
and the sky beyond it,
when everything is right,
aligned, an image,
a feeling, emotion, motion.
Captured for always as a fragment
of what could be,
what can be. What is.
I take thousands of photographs.
But I do not need one
to remember that snapshot
flash of perfect.
Mexico – full moon, warm night
black sky, sea shimmery
and flat below,
talking for hours, that recognition
of the soul.
South Carolina
bioluminesce blue,
fireworks along the bay,
running just for the joy
of the wind and the sparks my feet made.
Holding the baby against my skin
the first time.
A candle shaped like a shell,
silver light, gold shadows, vanilla rose.
Early morning in Paris,
hot chocolate in a flowered cup,
a carousel.
Holding the hand of my child.
Stars above red rock arches,
first book published and all
those glowing reviews.
Night at the lighthouse,
writing at midnight in the desert,
alone except for the ghost
singing in my room.
The Pleiades through a telescope,
Christmas carols in the back
of a flatbed truck.
Hiking to the waterfall,
climbing down the cliff
to jade rock, car skeleton,
abalone fragments –
the triumph of it. Sunrise
a brief bright before the storm.
Halloween haunted house
happy screaming madly,
a stadium alive with
sweaty anthemic rock n’ roll,
violinist serenading in the
garden. The love I feel.
Boardwalk carnival Ferris Wheel,
and the kiss you’d steal.
Taking the kids to Las Vegas,
letting them marvel at the lights.
All those stars in Kau…
Oh, all the memories
can’t make everything right.
But for that one moment
when time held her breath,
the sky beyond
trembled, liquid,
and even life with
its inequities, vicissitudes, desires –
held its breath.
- Genie Davis


A Casting
The fragile web of time,
connects the dots and draws the lines,
weaving through the mind
precipitously.
The heat of day won’t dissipate,
melts the Sunday summer shade,
burns the past to ash,
away.
Follow the wind lifting
the ash, shaking the dust from skin,
wheat from chaff,
bake me a cloud cake
of sweetness and filling,
bitterness stirred away like some
scam you were shilling –
come clean
and brush the cobwebs away,
but weave on with the circles
that ring each of our days.
Interlocking,
concentric, desires expanding
pond ripples, sea eddies,
the splash of understanding –
certain things now
I can speak of again,
at least with love,
at least among friends.
Hold onto my heart,
and remember me well,
the webbed veil of time
drapes us each in her
spell.
- Genie Davis



These are the Stories
We will remember,
rejoice, reject.
The gift we wanted to offer
becomes regret.
Does your heart ache with longing?
To go to the arc of the moon?
To sing with the band,
like you did, like you did –
owning, for a moment, the room.
So there is light and matter,
the magic of
wave, song, shore.
Eighty-one degrees at midnight.
Antares glimmers,
a boat passes,
the anchor of our stories
keeps us safe at harbor.
But is there more?
These are the stories
I wanted
which are not the stories
I tell.
These are the reasons
I offer,
listen, hurt,
heal, heed,
devour, feed.
Just do it all well.
- Genie Davis
Ilke Ilter and Lidia Kaku












Jody Zellen and Kal L Cloonan
Leo Francisco and Stacy Prihoda


Deathquotes


whyioughtta


Dumptruck


ambientofdeath


that one time


Dead mans party


Time warp again


I lost time can’t be fixed


Mourningtime Dance


Facetime
Lina Kogan and Aishwarya Vedula
















Mary Ruffatto and Pau Gold








Monica Marks and Julie OSullivan

















Morgan Grimes and Beth Blake











Nino Khundadze and Rita Kay





























Odarley Morton Palomes and Bea Wolert











Pascha Goodwin and Jeannine Penn














Rani Arora and Danai Gkougia


















Regina Morales and Madeline Maser













Rowena Roberts and Sebastian Sinterhauf















Sergey Dobrynov and Laura Henneforth


Old Home


Pressure


Town Square Voyeur1


Big City Dream


Jam


Dinner Time


Hands of Time


High Time


Feeling the Mondays on a Friday


Time Stamp


Father Time


Tuts Time Out


Passage


Big City Move


Hotei on Miami time


Totem Time
Sean Michael Gettys and Victoria Martino

Time Travel
TimeyWimey

LikeClockwork

Memento Mori

Moment in Time

Sandpipers Egg

Captured in Time

Robins Egg
MomentStolen aka Timeless

Where Robins Eternally Rest

Rebirth

Vestiges de les Noces

Stolen Play

Childhood Memories
