Jon Tuttle Interviews Chad Henderson Whose Original Play, Let It Grow, is the Winner of the 2024 Play Right Series -- Read On to Learn How YOU Can Help Birth This New Piece of SC Theatrical Art

Let it Grow … a quite perfectly-realized dramatic gem.

-Jon Tuttle

Everyone sit up please: you are reading this just in time to save your place for the fourth installment of Jasper Project’s Play Right Series--the launching of a brand-new play by a South Carolina author. Jasper regulars will recognize the PRS as the birthplace of Randall David Cook’s Sharks and Other Lovers (2017), Colby Quick’s Moonswallower (2022) and Lonetta Thompson’s Therapy (2023). Each of these plays, following its showcase staged reading event at the end of the PRS cycle, has been published by Muddy Ford Press and gone (or soon will go) on to full productions around the state. 

This year’s winner is Let it Grow, by Columbia theatre veteran Chad Henderson, a name likely familiar to anyone even peripherally connected to the Midlands’ arts scene. Chad was for six years the producing Artistic Director at Trustus Theatre, in which capacity he directed dozens of plays and musicals and developed, as writer or collaborator, several more, including (with Daniel Machado) 2018’s The Restoration’s Constance, a sprawling, gorgeous, Bernstein-esque epic-with-music that tells a generational tale of Lexington and environs. He has also brought projects to other theaters in Columbia, like Workshop and the Columbia Children’s Theatre, as well as to theatres in Charleston, Spartanburg, and Key West. In 2017, his short film Overture won the Audience Award in Jasper’s Second Act Film Festival. He is now the Marketing Director for the South Carolina Philharmonic. So yes: it’s that Chad Henderson.  

The play’s language, by the way, is magnificent.

His play Let it Grow is a gentle comedy about later-life love blooming on the set of a public television gardening show. The PRS judges (I was one) found that, besides checking all our boxes pertaining to cast size, length, and venue-suitability, Let it Grow was a quite perfectly-realized dramatic gem. It is at once highly original but still demonstrates a throughgoing mastery of the traditional conventions of stagecraft. It’s also deliciously funny and arrives at a denouement at once surprising and inevitable.  

The dramatis personae in the play include Mary Lily (played by Libby Campbell), the host of our favorite gardening show, also a widow and the play’s moral center of gravity, into whose studio strolls Christoph, a new panelist, and the author of the bestselling Fifty Shades of Stamens. Christoph is also, as it happens, a widower, and you might see where this is going. Trying to keep the show right with sponsors and donors is producer Charlotte, who begins the play as the uptight voice of fiscal necessity but who emerges as someone entirely more sympathetic to the humanities.  Finally there’s hot-blooded but kind-hearted Jeb, an expert on sustainable humanure who gets “madder than a one-legged diabetic at a cake-walk” at critics who should sooner “shit in their momma’s best frying pan than to mess with me, cause I’d fold ‘em up like a fourth-grade love letter.”  The play’s language, by the way, is magnificent.

This year’s PRS cycle begins with its first meeting on the afternoon of July 21, at the 1013 Co-Op off North Main in Columbia. On that day you can meet Chad, the play’s director Marybeth Gorman Craig, the cast and, if you choose to be one, the other Community Producers (more about that below). In anticipation of that first meeting, I tracked Chad down for a quick Q and A.  


JT:  How do you know so much about horticulture? And where did you get the idea for Let It Grow? 

CH:  The impetus for this play was my desire to...well, write a play. I have been researching the punk music scenes in Belfast, New York City and London for a spell with the intention of writing a trilogy of plays with music. It'd been years since I wrote the book for The Restoration's Constance (a process that felt like being in a fever-dream), so I wanted to ‘dust the cobwebs off’ of my writing. I wanted to write a play as an exercise, I wanted to write it for me, and I wanted to write something simple and human. In short, I wanted to write something that was the opposite of the kind of theatre I gravitate towards as a producer/director. 

Around that time, I was finally becoming a fan of SC ETV'S Making It Grow. I kept watching the show as my late-30s interest in plants grew, and I also felt the show was a great source for comedy—though completely unintentional. It seems to teem with innuendo and winks, and I can never be sure if the panelists are aware of it. So, I decided to tell a story about a public broadcasting program where the fun, pleasant, scandal-avoidant day-to-day rigor is upset by their being confronted with a conflict. 

So then I wondered...what conflict could I confront them with? I may or may not have injected some of my personal experiences along with the workplace experiences of friends into the plot and come out with Let it Grow. In the end, the play turned out to be an investigation of humanity in the workplace. It examines vulnerability, discomfort, and plants.  


JT:  So this play was, in fact, inspired by ETV's Making it Grow. 

CH: Yes, it was the steppingstone into the rest of the play. I recently met Amanda McNulty, "Making It Grow’s" host, at a local Publix. She was lovely. I did not tell her I wrote a play based on her show. But I have had a lot of hilarious conversations in recent months with other folks who work with her and know her, and apparently my "Mary Lily" character--the play’s protagonist--is not nearly as colorful or daring as the real-life source.  


JT: The play is stiff with botanical erotica. Comment?  

CH:  Honestly, the "botanical erotica" (my new memoir title, thank you!) came into play because the actual SC ETV show feels stacked with unintentional innuendo. So I wanted the characters to examine certain horticultural topics that might open me up to intentionally creating innuendo for the audience. Plus, the growing conflict in the play is directly related to this kind of dialogue being an issue on air, so it felt necessary. 


JT:  Anyone reading the above would assume that this play is bawdy. It most certainly is not. It is a gently witty exploration of later-life-romance that uses botany as its love language. Here's the question: this play, like every play, is a journey. From what, to what? Where do you want the audience to land? Or what do you want them to know or take away.

CH: I'm hoping that this play asks us to think about each other’s complexities and make an intentional effort to stop viewing each other as black or white, right or wrong--as dualities versus dichotomies. I'll be candid and say that while I am offering this idea in the play, it is a practice I fail at constantly.  


JT:  On which note, I notice there are no antagonists in the play, at least not by the end. Even Charlotte, the producer, who is the Voice of Business Sense, becomes sympathetic. Was that a discovery you made in the writing? Was she ever, to you, an antagonist?  

CH: I think it's easy to dislike Charlotte because she really needs to lighten-the-fuck-up. She's the type of person whose company I have never enjoyed, but is she the antagonist? No. The villains in this story are the faceless attorneys and sponsors who orbit the characters throughout the play. They view their staff as cogs in a wheel and sensationalize their humanity - making them liabilities versus assets.  


JT: Mary Lily is a remarkable character--gracious and wise, and clearly the conscience of the play. Whence came Mary? Anybody you know? 

CH: Mary is the confluence of a lot of the smarter and more genuine people I've met in my life. There's quite a lot of my own heart in her as well. I suppose that happens quite a bit when you're creating a character you intend audiences to love. You pull together all the best parts of yourself and others, and boom: you get a Mary Lily.  


JT: This is obviously not your first foray into playwriting, and your career in the arts has led you many places. Where does writing--plays or otherwise--fit into your conception of yourself?  

CH: This is a bit of a doozy to answer. Trying to be brief, I'll say that writing new work is putting my money (or time) where my mouth is. I have long championed new work, and I have long envied how the larger cities are creating new work that infiltrates our regional and community theatres over time. So while I continue to expect SC audiences to favor the familiar, I think we are capable of having our own creative "new works" scene. So, instead of waiting on local audiences and granting organizations to call for new work, I feel we must just create. new. work.  

My "self-conception" keeps changing, but I confidently call myself a storyteller. I think I've been a storyteller for most of my life. I recognize that the little kid who made stop-motion movies with his action figures is still alive and well in this 39-year-old with a greying beard. So playwriting seems like a sensible avenue to telling new stories (read: creating new work), and I had quite a fun time working on Let It Grow.  


Your curiosity having been piqued, you’ll be glad to know that you too can have a fun time working on Let It Grow, because there is still time—through July 21--to join the PRS cycle as a Community Producer. For a $250 (or larger) buy-in, you can participate in the development process and learn more about the many elements that go into creating, writing, rehearsing, producing, and marketing a new play. There are also opportunities to be a developmental sponsor for those who would like to support Henderson’s play but are not interested in or available to serve as a Community Producer.  

The PRS group meets about every two weeks through August into September, when, on the 14th, we will open some bubbly, pick up our just-published copies and enjoy a staged-reading, with talk-back, at Harbison Theatre. For more information about the project or becoming a Community Producer or sponsor, please click here, and then join us on July 21st for a read-through and lively chat.

 

--Jon Tuttle

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry of the People – Bugsy Calhoun

This week's Poet of the People is Bugsy Calhoun. Bugsy has been a fixture of the spoken word community performing throughout South Carolina and surrounding  states. Coming out of the COVID lockdown he pivoted his focus and is now the leading organizer and advocate for spoken word poets in the Midlands. The spoken word community has become a force with events almost every night of  the week. Poetry in the Midlands is indebted to Bugsy Calhoun and I am honored to call him my friend.

Poem1

Dear momma I still call your number knowing you won't answer what would I say if you did answer I would tell you that I'm ok even though most times I'm not I would confess that I failed as husband like my father but above all things I'm doing my best to be a good dad I did what you said started over from the ground up my time on earth has been a Testament to your teaching since you been gone how I wish I was there holding your hand whipping your tears away before you finally let go to be with God I wouldn't tell you about all the pain I've been in physically and mentally but I know you would hear it all in my voice because you my mother my Queen who knew everything about me before I knew it myself you had the cheat code to my thoughts and ideas Spiritually you with me the most time I feel like a motherless child holding onto memories Google mapping the house I was raised in wishing I can scream your name can throw the key down let me in I will probably never visit your grave site because I pay my respects to you Myra Dee Dee And Ra Ra when I set foot on Bergen Street if I'm lucky I go to the house and breath in my heritage allow the Nostalgia to wrap his arms around me like a warm blanket I close my eyes and hear your voice like my conscience never will I forget you as long as blood flow in my veins looking in the mirror I see you looking back at me sometimes I remember the echoes of encouragements of you reminding me your Umi your son to how to stand a be a man in this cruel world the Queen in you has birth the King in me I'm forever grateful for you love it will reside in me for as long as I live no longer living in blue sky's that's now turn grey since you been gone

Poem2

This is about the sacrifice and the struggle
Black Wall Street being reborn on the backs of black business owners of today
 reclaiming our reparations like reconstruction
 this is about bold beautiful sisters who refuse to work for somebody's nine-to-five
 but for themselves they will work 25 8 taking this time in there life to dedicate something that they can leave as a legacy for oncoming Generations
this is for the brothers that bond together to build generational wealth by lifting each other up by their own bootstraps never looking for a handout but ready to hand out what is necessary for us to stand on our own two feet
 no this isn't big business
 this is Mom and Pops
 beauty salon an barber shops and restaurants
that make food for our souls visionaries who made something out of nothing never taking nothing for granted
To be brave enough to say to world im am here
 and I have something you want to give change after service is rendered with a smile to share conversation ideas and gratitude with strangers that become your friends and neighbors over time
 to become a staple in your community overtime
 to know what you are doing is bigger than you
to truly embrace being a boss
Business Organizer Scheduling System
Brothers of the Same Struggle
Building Opportunities for Self-Sufficiency
 to stand by it and guarantee it
This Is Black business

Poem3

It takes a special kind of ugly to beat the beautiful out of you to belittle your very existence to berate you with a bunch you insults viciously verbal bombarding you with derogatory descriptions to transform a mahogany brown into blacks and Blues beat you with in a inch of your life in love to call for God and no one answers mac can't make up the excuse for his anger to contemplate dying in your sleep than living awake in a nightmare to sleep with the enemy to justify his actions to question your self maybe it was me or something I said to lye in bed going over all the lies he said to be trapped in the prison of askaban the cracked walls don't feel pain like I do crack ribs remind me every time I breath what this kind of love feels like butterflies in my stomach have morphed into crows that circle over my head I'm scared to see tomorrow I try to hold on to memories a love story that
 now turned into a horror flick hoping things will get better not ready to grab the life preserver from saviors nor listen to advice or prayers because they don't him like I do to put band aids of our good times over fresh bruises has become a new chapter in our walk together it took me losing my eye site to see that he wasn't the one for me even Scooby do showed the monsters hide behind mask to realise that wolves in sheeps clothing are not only found in fairytales

Poem4

Mothers and tired of black children being made into Martyrs from unjust murders we have been Willie Lynch since we were captured from the shores of Africa white hoods have been traded for black and blue police uniforms made it legal to hunt men like me because Justice is blind Thirteenth Amendment and the industrial Prison Complex is the new slave trade mandatory drug sentences equal genocide for people with melanin murdered by cops equal admin leave the benefits and pensions niggars have no color no conscience or code of conduct for every black person killed on camera there were 20 more who will never get named or a hashtag or there last words made into catch phrases to be sold on t-shirts we have been spinning our wheels for too long murder hashtag protest no conviction riot repeat Officer Jim Crow applied Chokehold and segregated the life out of his black body the color of his skin pose the threat hands up don't shoot threat I can't breathe threat he was wearing a hoodie threat in the confines of my own home threat we got Soldiers with no leaders they'll show you better than they can tell you what happens to our leaders any man that tried to force change has been made a Mater by America's bastard children I am fortunate to survive my lynchings scared and afraid of those who supposed to Serve and Protect today there's too much talk with no actions tired of Facebook and Twitter rants social media activist being called a Nigger don't make me one unplug and wake up from the Matrix red and blue pill resemble every police lights in the distance agent Smith Reminds Me of every racist cop in existence I'm afraid for my son his mother my daughter and lastly myself speeches and poems don't make you an activist action in your community does athletes are willing to speak on Kaepernick taking a knee but won't take a stand themselves the president called them filled niggars play ball it is the only time that we can run and not get killed for it we are sick and tired of being sick and tired they are no riots without reasons protest reform and Revolt and are the seeds of revolution see the hate that is made is the hate that you gave there will be no change until we change freedom from mental slavery breaking the chains I pray we can find a resolution From the Ashes of the flames

Poem5

I dedicate these words to my father and to those with the courage to help where help is needed for those fighting the good fight we won't lay down and die we will keep on living through the support of loved ones and Samaritans who know about service and sacrifice may you find the strength to endure to live a life of longevity finding your second chance to Salvation somewhere between holistic and Hallelujah together through tolerance we can transform the treatment of transgender individuals teaching there is a better way because this disease does not discriminate race religion Creed color identification or orientation to those who find themselves hopeless or homeless may you find refuge in these words remember to rise every day to reclaim your respect with resounding resilience and accept that death is not in your diagnosis may you find a fulfilling life on your journey Embrace every day as it comes remember the reward and living your best life stay uplifted when ugly actions and words draped in ignorance and rejection find you with quil I quilted scripted stitchings of words giving by infected and affected projecting that through love knowledge wisdom understanding education perseverance empathy and compassion we can eradicate the stigma of those who live with HIV and AIDS and come together to understand that it's your dignity not your diagnosis that defines you

Poem 6

This poem will not be superficial
This poem will recognize that reparations are pass due
This poem will be acknowledgment that the sacrifice of our ancestors is present in our present generation
This will feel like Gil Scott-Heron giving honor to Maya Angelo
Fueled by the Passion of James Baldwin
An ode to Madame Gwendolyn Brooks, Nikki Giovanni and Paul Laurence Dunbar
This poem will be a freedom song
A new Negro spiritual
We will lift every voice and sing
This poem is the realization that free at last is still a dream by Dr. King
It's knowing that trouble won't last always but joy will come in the morning
To understand that black is beautiful, black is strong, black is powerful, black is resilient
Black is survival by any means necessary
Remember we were kings and queens
Before the slave trade and middle passage segregation and Jim Crow, Black Wall Street and Tuskegee Experiments
Cause we be making something from nothing
We be feeding our families with the leftovers of our oppressors
We be innovation black inventions H.B.C.U. black education, black girl magic, refined minds divine nine
We are the culture that you wish you was
The style you pattern yourself after
We are Joe Louis, Jackie Robinson, Jim Brown
Maya Rudolph, Phillis Wheatley, Mary McLeod Bethune
Fred Shuttlesworth, JamesBevel, Stokely Carlmicheal Ralph David Abernathy, Jessie Jackson, Andrew Young, Bayard Rustin,
Miles Davis, John Coletrain, Thelonious Monk & Donald Bird
We are love supreme and a dream deferred
We are first black president serving two terms
This poem is confirmation that black lives matter
Black is the origin that birth nations after
It's I self-love and master
Knowledge wisdom and understanding
That there's magic in your Melanin
The reflection of God in every man
We are more than we shall overcome
Our existence is the testament to everything we overcome
We're more than any month, more than any color, more than any Name

Bio

(Bugsy Calhoun) Jamal Washington a poet emcee born and raised in the OceanHill Brownsville section of Brooklyn NY, Debuted his poetry at the Brooklyn Moon. He is founding member of the Unusual Suspects poetry Troop and member of Black on Black Rhyme and the slam master of Columbia's slam team Tribe Slam he Co-hosts an open mic at The House of Hathor called the J.A.M. Session with his wife (Wintah Storm) Karen Joyner Washington he also has 6 spoken word and hip hop music projects on www.Bandcamp.com/bugsycalhoun Bugsy works in the community using his poetry to build Bridges not barriers he works with Tracy Oakman who runs the Princes Empowerment and Boyz II Men infused mentoring program.

To understand the rhythm and flow of Bugsy's poetry it is best heard live and I encourage you to step outside of your comfort zone and listen to our spoken word poets in their element.

Kara Virginia Russo’s Planetary Soul Sketches for Jasper’s Tiny Gallery

Kara Virginia Russo is an emerging visual and performance artist based in Greenville and Columbia, South Carolina, who creates intimate portraits of her own and others’ inner selves. For the month of July, she is Jasper’s featured Tiny Gallery artist. 

Russo is a multimedia artist who works in ink, drawing, embroidery, collage, and found objects, both on paper and in sculpture and assemblage. This variety of style and texture allows her to parallel the rich images that flow and intertwine in her mind. 

Though she went to art school, afterwards, she “didn’t make art for around 12 or 15 years,” feeling like it was “a language [she] didn’t speak.” When she finally started again, she naturally gravitated towards circles.  

“I made circles because they felt incredibly symbolic. Everything in my life was changing all at once during that period, and the circles stood in for all the feelings and questions and explorations I was having around my ideas and beliefs about God,” Russo details. “The perfection of the circle, and the inability to draw a perfect one by hand…there was a lot of things I was playing with that I could make sense of visually and let go of needing to think verbally for a while.” 

Russo shares that, “upon her adult diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder, she embraced her inner imaginative world and her love of symbol, pattern, and repetition and developed a visual vocabulary and the mixed media techniques to support it.”  

“I began exploring an imaginary world of my own, in which the planetary landscape gave me a visual vocabulary for interactions with myself and with God,” she describes. “I've always just thought of this place as simply The Planet. I'm still playing with those things, which is why much of my work feels planetary.” 

Russo uses these skills to craft not only the visions within her own mind’s eye, but to gaze at the energy of those around her, taking what they cannot see of themselves and reproducing it. Beyond her solo work, she has collaborated on several musical projects, contributing visual art and experimental film, as well as live ritual-based performances.  

Her style has taken a distinct shape, one formed from “filling up sketchbooks as fast as [she] could.” Though many of her works start in a sketchbook as individual pieces, she has even begun mounting and framing entire sketchbooks behind glass. 

“It makes the pieces feel like museum artifacts or something. Explorer's notebooks, like I've gone to the planet, looked around at how things work and look and grow and move, and come back with my explorers notes and diagrams and drawings,” Russo shares. “And of course, the planet is just a stand in, a way of exploring reality that tries to get behind things and into the essence. Or, thought about another way, I make windows into reality. The reality we can't see. In this way my work functions a little bit like religious iconography.” 

Russo’s work has been shown in solo and group exhibitions in North and South Carolina and Germany, and responses to her work still overwhelm her: “I like to joke that if you make several thousand circles, eventually they become so interesting that people start wanting to pay money for them (which still amazes me. Every. Time.).” 

For her Tiny Gallery show, Russo has collected pieces from two of her series: Music of the Spheres and Tiny Sketchbook. Her Music of the Spheres series is a cacophony of shaded circles, given direct and relation by electric white lines. Her Tiny Sketchbook series expands these images with further texture and detail, as ink expertly bleeds and threads dip in and out of the paper. 

“Beauty has a way of putting things back together; my art practice is a way for me to throw open the windows of my interior and let the sunshine in,” Russo describes. “I'm always hoping that the finished art does that for other people too.” 

Virginia Russo’s work will be available to peruse and purchase via Jasper’s virtual gallery space until July 31st.

 

 

 

Elisabeth LaRose Paints the Floral and the Spiritual for Jasper Galleries at Sound Bites

Elisabeth LaRose is a multimedia artist with a distinct love for watercolor. In the month of July, she will be the featured artist for Jasper Galleries at Sound Bites Eatery

LaRose has never been a stranger to art, with her earliest memory being of her mother—an artist herself—showing a young LaRose how to create shading with crayons: “I always knew from those early days that being a creative was my passion,” she shares. 

LaRose would go on to study art at the University of South Carolina, while working a full-time job. After school, she would focus on her job and raising her family, but she still continued to fill her spare time with making art. Her watercolors of historic homes from this time can still be seen hanging in various businesses and homes in Winnsboro. 

It was during this that LaRose expanded her techniques across a variety of media and began to teach art lessons—though some mediums have remained favorites. 

“I have always loved the versatility of watercolor. It can be loose and impressionistic or controlled and detailed which is my favorite,” LaRose shares. “Acrylic is next on my list of favorites because I love to paint on wood and glass.” 

LaRose would continue to hone in on her skills during her time living in Charlotte, North Carolina—painting murals in homes on Lake Norman—and upon returning to Columbia—painting on rocks, windows, and wood at Mill Creek Greenhouses.

Throughout all these places, LaRose continued to be inspired by her own feelings and experiences: “For as long as I can remember, every time I see something that touches me deeply, I automatically start to think about how I can portray those feelings creatively,” she shares. 

Specifically, her time working with plants opened an avenue that has become one of the clearest and most striking repeating images in her work. 

“Nature is my muse along with a love of spiritual symbols; so much of my work contains these elements,” LaRose details. “The garden is my happy place, and my hope is that my paintings evoke a feeling of peace and foster a love of all things natural in our beautiful world.” 

Recently, LaRose joined the South Carolina Artist Guild and has enjoyed the opportunity to show her work with local businesses and shows in Columbia. As she says, “My enthusiasm for my work is greater than ever, and I look forward to finding new inspirations to integrate into my craft.” 

One of these inspirations is her ever-shifting spirituality—most recently the “Native American practice of Shamanic journeying”—which takes forefront in LaRose’s show for Jasper Galleries at Sound Bites. 

“My style just has always been detailed and realistic. I love all things mythical and spiritual, both Native American and Eastern (Buddhism),” she details. “I have become fascinated with Adinkras in the last couple of years. They are African symbols. They are in many of my paintings chosen for this [Sound Bites] show.” 

Elisabeth LaRose’s show opens at Sound Bites Eatery on 1425 Sumter Street on Thursday, July 11th. The opening will take place from 5:30pm—8:00pm, with the restaurant’s full menu available.

Poetry of the People with Susan Craig

This week's Poet of the People is Susan Craig. I am unsure of when I first met Susan, but it was probably a decade or so ago at an event where she was supporting or assisting another poet. Like butter on warm toast; she never insists that she be the main focus of attention. Reading Susan's poetry is to know that when all else passes away, kindness will endure.

-Al Black

Susan Craig is a native Columbian, longtime poet, and former graphic design studio owner.  Her work has appeared in journals and online, including Jasper; Kakalak; Poetry South; Mom Egg Review; Twelve Mile Review; Poetry Society of South Carolina, and elsewhere. Through poetry, she mines the everyday, attempting to unearth the universal.


In the absence of touch

 

I ordered the puzzle mid-winter,

one with three thousand pieces—Van Gogh's

quaint room in Arles, his chunky saffron bedstead

& cane chairs, walls of cornflower blue,

forest-green window canted open, wooden floors

of foot-worn turquoise.

 

That April, native creatures of Yosemite ventured

out of seclusion, tiptoed onto gravel roads,

foraged pastures long-encroached by human voyeurs.

I thought of freedom—bear, coyote, deer, bobcat, promenading

through swaying ponderosa, fragrant fir.

 

It seemed even city air became cleaner, crisper;

streets & highways shone like unused silver,

phantom wheels of material solace begun to unspin.

 

Were night skies truly more star-spangled those evenings

we sat out front in dilapidated armchairs

watching children pedal by on the sidewalk

followed by pilgrim parents?

 

In the end, I only completed one-quarter of the puzzle,

left the others disconnected, inchoate

as a surrealist painting.

 

Van Gogh spent twelve months in the country asylum.

In isolation, his work grew prolific.

Scenes of nature—starry nights, olive trees contorted

below a blue, inexplicable sky.


Jacobson's Organ

            Our canine companions also have an additional

olfactory organ we humans simply do not have...

Jacobson's organ.—ellevetsciences.com

 Today the Dog

turns back on the trail

stands & waits for his Human /

this communion of sorts

borne of a decade of rebellion / Dog

at last taming his primal quest

to leap down-mountain

through winter-leaf hillocks

tracking every fleeing

miniscule essence /

Human calling his name

each time envisioning doom as he

bounds & crashes until there is

nothing but a whisper /

     yet these days they are a marriage

of desire & acquiescence

symbiotic trekkers in winter woods

above the mountain cabin

in a timeworn pact /

     Dog waits till Human

makes her way to the ridge / where

the log still lies for sitting

& leaves rustle like dresses / Dog

inhales an extravagance

the Human will never / Human

sits & imagines how the World

will come to an end


Ketamine 

            Paramedic gets 5 years in prison for Elijah McClain's death

—NY Times, March 1, 2024

They never saw your gentleness beneath the ski mask,

arms juking wildly to the music in your ear-pods.

An anonymous caller reported a man who looked 'sketchy'

happy-dancing on the sidewalk that dark night,

 

arms juking wildly to the music in your ear-pods.

It was August, nowhere near winter in Aurora,

you in a ski mask to ward off fumes and seasonal pollens.

            (Later, friends will call you peacemaker, spiritual seeker.)

 

This was August, nowhere near winter in Aurora;

officers slammed you against a wall because you resisted,

pleaded, I'm just different, I was just going home, I'm so sorry.

What kind of terror seized you

 

as officers slammed you against a wall because you resisted?

What kind of danger called for two carotid choke-holds,

you face-down like George Floyd gasping, I can't breathe,

paramedics pumping 500 mg of ketamine into your slight body?

 

What kind of danger called for two carotid choke-holds;

where were God's better angels that summer night in Aurora?

Three officers pinned your slight body to the concrete,

five-foot-six, champion of stray kittens, violin, healing touch.


Sunflower

 

           When

in the season of cicadas

 

Mississippi Kites

wheel in swooning circles

 

whistling their two-note song

         I picture my father

 

delta-child

of the Sunflower River

 

summer swelter

tannin black as southern tea

 

bare feet coated

in ruddy cotton-field dust

 

his young father stolen

by Spanish influenza

 

           I almost see him

youngest of three blue-eyed sons

 

bent cane pole propped

on one knee

 

even then a dreamer

the squiggling night crawler

 

he pierces with a rusted barb

forces his eyes

 

to bear witness

as if the whole world

 

hinges on his small measure

of courage

 

           it is then I want to tell him

every small harm

 

will be forgiven

  

Darren Young Creates Textured Familiar Paintings for Jasper Galleries at Motor Supply Bistro

Opening reception Friday July 12 6 pm

Local painter Darren Young is Jasper’s newest featured artist for Jasper Galleries at Motor Supply Co. Bistro, where for the next three months, patrons can enjoy their farm-to-table meals alongside a curated selection of beautiful oil paintings.  

Young received his BFA in Painting at East Carolina University and his MFA in Painting at Indiana University before studying with Wolf Kahn and Janet Fish at Vermont Studio Center. Now a resident of South Carolina, he paints and draws from observation. Specifically, he is “primarily concerned with creating interesting compositions with shape, color, and light” and his “subject matter is usually of places and people [he is] familiar with.”

“The way that I think of style is it’s basically a person’s point of view on how they want to express their feelings on a canvas,” Young shares. “Years of looking at other great painters does have an effect on an artist, but at the end of the day, you go within yourself and let the mind in the heart express your point of view of how you relate to the world.”

Young’s work—mostly oil, but some acrylic—shifts as the viewer walks across its line of sight. Wide brushstrokes and thick layers create unique texture, causing the images to shift and take shape as one strides up to, and walks back from, the painting.

“I want a painting to look like it was painted, and impasto or building up layer after shows that process very clearly—much the same way that an artist like Frank Auerbach does,” Young details. “Artists like Paul Gauguin and [Henri] Matisse excite me for their color use, and I think about using that kind of an expressionist palette for the most part because it feels natural as a reflection of who I am”

Viewers of Young’s current show will find both natural landscapes intimate to Young—like sunsets and lighthouses—as well as spaces he traverses in his day-to-day life—like he and his family’s living rooms, dining rooms, and porches. 

“What others consider ‘mundane’ I try to exalt to a ‘higher level,’ amplifying those things around me that I live with day-to-day similar to how an artist like Edward Hopper did,” Young shares.

Darren Young’s work is now up at Motor Supply in the Vista and will be up until the end of September. Join us for his Opening Reception on Friday, July12th from 6:00pm—8:00pm.

 

 

Poet of the People – Susan Finch Stevens

This week's Poet of the People is Susan Finch Stevens. I first met Susan when Kwami Dawes resided in South Carolina and ran the South Carolina Poetry Initiative. She is a gifted poet and generous with her time and energy. 

Her leadership as president of the Poet Society of South Carolina drew me back into the organization when I was disillusioned with its leadership and direction. Susan Finch Stevens is one of the gracious, kind and skillful poets that the Carolina coast is known for.

Just Sayin’

with a nod to William Carlos Williams
 
I forget eggs boiling on the stove
when scores of cedar waxwings
begin their yearly ravishing
of hollies out front. I know full well
by midday all berries will be gone,
plucked from the evergreens
like last December’s ornaments
once the new year rolled around.
Tomorrow I’ll miss the yaupon’s
red adornments, the dahoon’s
crimson spangle, but today I delight
in gluttony, the riotous ecstasy
of waxwings more akin to Bacchus
than Icarus. I envy the drunken
throng’s frenzy as they plump
their bellies full, their habit
of choosing the tipsy dizziness
of overripe fruit over the dizziness
of attaining new and solitary heights.
Today I relish the marauders’ trills,
the sleek beauty of their black masks,
and the waxy red tips of their wings.
I take delight in tails edged with a yellow
somewhere between the sun’s bright heat
and the dull yolks of the overcooked eggs,
which I will discard this once without remorse.
I ask no one for forgiveness
when I take instead from the fridge
the bright berries I suddenly crave.
They are delicious, so sweet and so cold.
 

Sea-girls

Maybe the dark cursor of a boat moving
            along the horizon at the bottom
                        of the sky’s bright screen
            has caught the attention of two girls
heart-deep in the Caribbean Sea.
            Or perhaps they see frigate birds
                        at long last returning to land.
            From my dry vantage point
with these old eyes,
            I see nothing beyond the pair
                        but unfathomable shades of blue. 
            A rogue wave sends the two reeling,
heads thrown back in raucous laughter
            drowned from my hearing
                        by the salt-white noise of the sea.
            Footing regained, they link arms,
each to each, to brace themselves
            against another rush of water
                        clear enough for them to see
            the shell-pink of their summer pedicures.
Clear enough for me to see legs and feet changed now
            into sea tentacles by the smoke and mirrors
                        of water and light.
 

Apples for Athena

for Hope
 
Athena desired the golden apple
meant for the fairest goddess of all,
but Paris gave Aphrodite the prize
in exchange for the hand of Helen
whose face would launch a thousand ships
and lead to a horse of wood and deceit.
But enough about that!
I don’t mean to tell you today
about that apple or that horse.
I don’t mean to tell you today
about that Athena, but about
the Athena here in this barn
where I’ve brought my granddaughter
and her offering of apples.
This Athena would surely shun
the golden one, preferring instead
the succulent fruit to which she now
lowers her head. The mare works
her long jaws, rolling an apple
from side to side until a crunch
sweetens her mouth and even her breath,
which is already sweet with the ghost of hay.
I know this because I am standing here
close enough to feel the warmth emerge
from her enormous lungs.
They are as big as angel wings.
No, wrong mythology.
They are as big as aeon wings
or the wings of Nike, goddess of victory, 
who was close enough to that other Athena
for the two to become, in the minds
of many, melded into a single deity.
Just as this Athena, who now takes
a silver snaffle into her mouth,
becomes one with my granddaughter
Hope, mounted and ready to gallop—
if not to Mount Olympus, at least
to her own version of paradise.                

Scoliosis

My shadow stretches impossibly long and straight across my childhood
yard in the slant of late day sun. I am tiny and mighty with my towel cape
and that dark immensity emanating from my small feet. My shadow
is formidable, but
already my spine
is curving, refusing
its stature, pulling one
shoulder to hip, a body part-
ly bent on being closer to
the sticker-spiked ground,
a tension of opposites
embodied as I grow
taller and shorter
at once.

Death’s Door

Four catbirds in as many days
propel themselves full force
into the clear deception
of our front door’s glass pane.
Shadow-grey, darker skullcaps,
the birds arrive at the threshold
as though dressed in self-mourning.
One by one, I bury them in the yard
amidst the remains of hamsters and fish
and other small creatures who have died
in this place where we live. The dogs
are elsewhere. The dachshund’s bones
well settled beneath oaks in a beloved
country spot, his tombstone the arc
of his half-buried dish. The mutt’s
divided ashes scattered there in part
and also a stone’s throw away
in the plaid currents of a brackish creek.
The cremated spaniels, who never met
in life, wait patiently in death to be
unleashed together on the beach
where they both romped.
The Weimaraner, ash-grey in life,
joins me in this new ritual of burying birds.
By the third day, the dog knows the routine
and noses a covering of dirt and dead
leaves onto the lifeless form I drop
into the ground’s yawning furrow.
I hang an ornament on the door,
not in mourning, but in hope of exposing
the skulduggery of autumn light and glass.
But on the fourth day,
the dreaded thud once more.
That night we talk of the birds
but avoid all mention of omens.
Instead we speak of what we could buy:
perhaps a solid door to block all light
and reflection as though we might
put an end to this grave trickery.

BIO:

Susan Finch Stevens’ poems have appeared in journals and anthologies, including Connecticut River Review, One, Kakalak, and The Southern Poetry Anthology: South Carolina. Her chapbook Lettered Bones was selected as a winner in the South Carolina Poetry Initiative Chapbook Competition. She is a past president of the Poetry Society of South Carolina and served many years as the society’s recording secretary. She has been a featured reader in Piccolo Spoleto’s Sundown Poetry Reading Series, both individually and as a member of Richard Garcia’s Long Table Poets. She served as poet-in-residence at the Gibbes Museum of Art in Charleston. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Susan lives on the Isle of Palms, SC with her husband David and their mischievous Weimaraner Maisie.

YOU can help produce the Staged Reading of Chad Henderson's New Play LET IT GROW!

 
 

Are you the kind of person who always wants to know more about the art you experience?

  • Why did the playwright make their characters the way they did?

  • What was the director trying to accomplish by having an actor move across stage, turn their back to the audience, or break into dance?

  • How did an actor make me feel the way they did simply by turning their head?

If you have a passion for knowing more, understanding process, inspiration, and impetus, and seeing how a virgin play goes from page to stage, you are a good candidate for becoming a Jasper Project Play Right Series Community Producer.

As a Play Right Series Community Producer you will be a part of an elite team of art supporters who invest a modest amount of money in the production of our 2024 Play Right Series winning play — Chad Henderson’s LET IT GROW — to the staged reading phase of development.

If you are interested in becoming a community producer or sponsor email playrightseries@jasperproject.org



How does this work?

On select Sunday afternoons this summer you are invited to join with the cast, crew, and fellow Community Producers of Let It Grow, by Chad Henderson for an enlightening and entertaining session that pulls back the curtains of theatre development and illuminates how a stageplay goes from page to stage. Your first session (July 21st) will offer you a private viewing of the first step in a play production, the Table Reading – the first time the cast of Let It Grow will read their parts together.

Subsequent sessions will focus on essential ingredients in the production of a successful staged reading, such as the stage manager’s job; props, lighting, blocking, and sound; unique insights from the director; how the actors prepare for their parts; playwright perceptions from this year and past projects; and an invitation to the dress rehearsal. In addition to your invitation to gather with the cast and crew every Sunday in July, each session will also feature exciting snacks and beverages. And many more surprises each week!

Finally, you’ll take your reserved, best-in-the-house seats to a ticketed staged reading of Chad Henderson’s Let It Grow on Saturday September 14th at Harbison Theatre.

But there’s more.

Your name will be included as a Community Producer on programs, posters, press releases, and other promotional materials as well as in the perfect bound book, Let It Grow by Chad Henderson, published by Muddy Ford Press and registered with the Library of Congress, and you will take home your own copies of Let It Grow as a souvenir of your experience.

What is expected of Community Producers?

We hope you can make it to every exciting Sunday afternoon meeting, but we understand if you have to miss some. Each session will last from 90 – 120 minutes.

The financial commitment for a Community Producer is a minimum of $250 per person, but other sponsorships are also available and appreciated.

Our hope is that you will be so enlightened and inspired by this experience that you will become a diplomat of live theatre, fresh playwrights, and the Jasper Project and encourage your friends and colleagues to participate in live theatre themselves!




Play Right Series Levels of Engagement

Community Producer

$250.00

Invitation to attend all four PRS CP sessions on Sunday afternoons, July 21, August 4, August 18, and September 2024; reserved seats for you and up to 2 additional guests to attend the premier staged reading of Let It Grow on September 14th at Harbison Theatre; your name in the published (by Muddy Ford Press) version of the play, as well as in the program, and all promotional materials; a copy of the book, and a Jasper Project gift bag valued at more than $100

Actor Sponsor

$500.00

This level sponsors one actor and supports the Play Right Series. Your generosity will be recorded with distinction above that of  Community Producers in the published play as well as in all other promotional materials and you will receive all the benefits of 2024’s roster of Community Producers, two copies of Let It Grow by Chad Henderson, and an invitation for you and up to 4 additional guests to attend the premier staged reading of Let It Grow on September 14, 2024

Playright Sponsor

$1,000.00

This level sponsors the funding of the playwright and supports the Play Right Series. Your generosity will be recorded with distinction above that of Actor Sponsors in the published play as well as in all other promotional materials and you will receive all the benefits of 2024’s roster of Community Producers, six copies of Let It Grow by Chad Henderson, and an invitation for you and up to six additional guests to attend the premier staged reading of Let It Grow on September 14, 2024

Director Sponsor

$2,500.00

This level sponsors the director and supports the Play Right Series. Your generosity will be recorded with distinction above that of the Playwright Sponsor in the published play as well as in all other promotional materials and you will receive all the benefits of 2024’s roster of Community Producers, eight copies of Let It Grow by Chad Henderson, and an invitation for you and up to eight additional guests to attend the premier staged reading of Let It Grow on September 14, 2024

If you are interested in becoming a community producer or sponsor email playrightseries@jasperproject.org



2023 - 2024 Community Producer & Sponsor

Schedule of Events

 

Sunday July 21 – Introductions & Table Reading of Let It Grow

Join the Jasper Project and your cadre of Community Producers and Sponsors for our introductory session and the opportunity to be the first audience members ever to witness the Table Reading of Let It Grow. Snacks and adult beverages will be served at this and all sessions!

Sunday August 4 – The Art of Theatre Interactive Experience

Join Play Right Series director, Jon Tuttle for an informative opportunity to participate in and learn more about the playwrighting and rehearsal process. Also, drinks and snacks!

Sunday August 18 – Sneak Peek at Rehearsal of Let It Grow!

Join Jon and all your fellow Community Producers and Sponsors as we become flies on the wall at an early rehearsal of Let It Grow. We love this opportunity because it offers attendees an insiders’ glimpse of the evolution of a play. You’ll also be able to ask questions of the actors and director about their unique and individual growth as artists. And, of course, drinks and snacks!

Sunday September 8 – Cast & Community Producer Informal Dinner Party

New this year! After meeting with our Play Right Series Committee and Chad Henderson, our winning playwright, we surmised that one of the best possible ways to learn about the creative process is by gathering around a table for a meal and experiencing the kind of discourse only a dinner party can provide. It won’t be fancy, but we promise it will be an evening you won’t forget!

Saturday September 14 – Staged Reading of Let It Grow at Harbison Theatre at 7:30 pm

Take your reserved seat for this premier performance, enjoy the Stage Reading and Panel Presentation featuring previous Jasper Project Play Right Series winning playwrights, then join us all for a casual after party (cash bar) at the British Bulldog Pub.

And please join us before the staged reading at 6:30 for the opening reception of award-winning artist Nate Puza’s visual art exhibition at the Jasper Gallery Space at Harbison Theatre. Puza is a South Carolina based artist, designer, and illustrator with over a decade of experience working with some of the biggest bands and brands in the world, including Jason Isbell, the Avett Brothers, Chris Stapleton, Phish, and more. Internationally known for his meticulous attention to detail and high level of craftmanship, Puza created the new design for the Columbia, SC flag. When not creating art for your favorite band, Nate can be found playing music with friends, being outside, wrenching on his motorcycle, mowing the lawn, or drinking a beer on the back porch.

EXCLUSIVE JASPER INTERVIEW: OLGA YUKHNO & NEW PUBLIC ART -- CHERISHED

“I wanted to create a piece that symbolizes love, care, and inclusion.”

-Olga Yukhno

Cherished by Olga Yukhno

At the Jasper Project, we were excited to chat with our spring 2023 cover artist, Olga Yukhno, about her newest piece of public art, Cherished. Read on to learn more about the process of creating this beautiful piece of art, then visit Cherished at its new home in Chapin, SC.

JASPER: What is the material content for Cherished?

YUKHNO: The base of my newest public art piece Cherished is made out of concrete. Then the forms were decorated with a combination of ceramic pieces that I made, mirrors and a selection of old china pieces, mostly from old plates. The plates were donated to St. Francis Thrift Shop but couldn’t be sold due to chips or imperfections. I was excited by the idea of once cherished items finding a new life through art.

 

JASPER: Can you talk about the process of creating Cherished?

YUKHNO: Every step pf this process was fairly new for me which created a lot of additional excitement. First, I made a template that I later used to create a life-size maquette to make sure I liked the overall look. Once I made all the changes based on this initial experience, I created the final template that was used to cut the mold pieces out of thick plywood. Then the molds were assembled and helped determine the best placement for the actual piece.

The next step was to pour the base which was quite challenging as it took more concrete than we had anticipated. Once the base slab cured several days later, we started filling the vertical molds with concrete. We had to do it in small sections to avoid putting too much pressure on the molds. Finding just the right moment before the previous layer of poured concrete got too hard was key. After a few days of curing, the forms were ready to be mosaiced. Meanwhile, I spent several days in my home studio preparing the mosaic bits, breaking plates, cutting mirrors, and developing the design so I wouldn’t have to do it on site.

Every element of the design was carefully marked and transported to the site. It took me several 10-hour workdays to install all the mosaic pieces. Once this process was complete, the art piece was ready for the final step- grouting.

Cherished by Olga Yukhno in progress

JASPER: What was the inspiration for this piece?

YUKHNO: When I first moved to the United States, I had the unique honor to get connected with St. Francis, and the wonderful opportunity to volunteer at the thrift store for over 4 years. The volunteers I met while working there created such a safe and welcoming environment and were always the most supportive and encouraging people. They helped me understand the culture, and I could always tell how much they cared. I have remained close with many of them even now, 15 years later. This has created a very special place in my heart for the thrift store, and the people who are involved with it, and I wanted to have the opportunity to give back through my art to the community who gave me so much.

I wanted to create a piece that symbolizes love, care, and inclusion. The Thrift Shop serves people of all walks of life, backgrounds, and needs. I wanted my piece to say “Welcome” to them and “Thank You” to the volunteers who work so hard to help others.

 

JASPER: How long did the process of creating the piece take?

YUKHNO: I first came up with this idea in August 2023, and it took about a year to make it happen which is a very quick turn-around when it comes to public art. I started collecting all the materials in January, and it took about 5 months to get enough for the piece. The onsite construction of Cherished lasted another month.

 

“…it reflects a deep belief that I hold- that art should be where we live our daily lives. So having it in a place that serves a very diverse population is significant for me.”

JASPER: Where is it located?

YUKHNO: Cherished is located in front of St. Francis Community Thrift Shop (114 Courtland Rd) in Chapin.

Its location is very important for me because it reflects a deep belief that I hold- that art should be where we live our daily lives. So having it in a place that serves a very diverse population is significant for me.

 

JASPER: Did you receive funding for this work – from whom?

YUKHNO: This project is supported by the SC Arts Commission through their Emerging Artist Grant. Public Art is a new artistic discipline for me, and this grant gave me an opportunity to improve my skills, get additional mentorship and professional support.

 

JASPER: What other pieces of public art have you created?

YUKHNO: Public Art is a very exciting new artistic path for me. I have already created several pieces including Spirit of the Lake that is located in Chapin, In Bloom that was displayed in public spaces in both North and South Carolina, The Rainbow Boat again in Chapin for their Sail Into Chapin event. I also participated in the Vista Power Boxes project.

 

JASPER: Please tell us about any other pieces of public art you have in the works or hope to create soon.

YUKHNO: Currently, I’m working with the Columbia Peace Committee to create a new sculptural installation, Persimmon Peace Pole, to promote the idea of peace which is particularly crucial right now. It will be a seven-foot tall sculptural mosaiced piece that will have hand sculpted floral elements and tiles.

On a separate note, Cherished is not the only project that has come to fruition recently. I have been working on a special series of multi-media artwork dedicated to dementia for several years now. And, finally, I have an amazing opportunity to share it with the public. I’m participating in a two-person exhibition featuring the work of late Harry Hansen and my new pieces at the Jones-Carter Gallery in Lake City, SC. I love this Gallery and the opportunity to show my work there is a dream come true!

This exhibition, Bridges to Personhood, opens on June 21 and will be on view through August 17.

 

 

Marion Mason and Ginny Merritt at Jasper's Sidewalk Gallery

The Jasper Project has been delighted to include the work of two former visual arts educators, Marion Mason and Ginny Merritt, as well as that of Lucy Bailey and Judy Sellers in out Sidewalk Gallery at the Meridian Building on Washington and Sumter Streets in Downtown Columbia this spring.

About his work, Marion Mason says, “I am a visual artist who taught high school Art for
forty-two years. I earned the Bachelor of Arts Degree in studio art (sculpture concentration) from the University of South Carolina, and the Master of Fine Arts Degree (in sculpture) from the University of Georgia. In addition, I earned the Master of Education
(adult & community education) from Carolina. I began my 42 year HS Art teaching career as the artist-in-residence, and on-site coordinator, at the former Richland District One Artistically Talented and Gifted (ARTAG) High School Program. Currently I teach various visual arts courses and serve as the Fine Arts Department Head at White Knoll High School.
Since retiring from teaching in January, 2019, I am now a full-time professional artist again, and exhibit and sell my sculpture, pendants and earrings. Over the years I have shown and won awards at many local, state, regional, and national competitive and invitational exhibits.”

 

 According to Ginny Merett, “My collage work shows the deconstruction of beauty and an escape from reality inspired by stylish women in my life and around the world. I am nostalgic about family gatherings, women’s fashion in the early 1900’s and by personalities I meet day to day. My focus is on taking parts and pieces from current-day media to create present moments, social commentary, and new personalities. My art has been shown in solo and group exhibits at 701 Whaley Hallway: community art gallery, Stormwater Studio, ArtFields, Koger Center for the Arts, the Jasper Project, USC’s McMaster Gallery, SC State Library and Fair, and other local venues like Sound Bites Eatery, Trustus Theater, She Festival, Cottontown Art Crawl and Melrose Art in the Yard. Her work is published in the Jasper Project’s Jasper Magazine Spring 2019 and Fall 2022 editions, and in Sheltered: SC Artists Respond During the 2020 Pandemic; and in Bullets and Band-Aids, Vol. 3.”

 

Welcoming Judy Sellers as one of our Featured Artists at the Meridian Sidewalk Gallery

At the Jasper Project, we’re delighted to welcome Judy Sellers as one of our featured artists at Jasper’s Sidewalk Gallery space at the Meridian Building, viewable 24/7 along Washington and Sumter Streets.

About her work as an artist Sellers says, “I grew up in Iowa and moved to Texas in sixth grade. After a year at Austin College, I worked as a keypunch operator at the Missouri-Kansas-Texas Railroad and graduated in education from USC in 1969. After
retirement from 30+ years as an elementary school teacher and librariam, I delved into reading, gardening, bridge, and my artistic journey.

While I initially dabbled in painting, my focus on improving as an artist came later. I've marveled at art in museums around the world, finding inspiration in the expression of great artists. My artistic journey has had its ups and downs, as drawing doesn't come naturally to me. Yet, I persist, always seeking originality and growth.

I've had the privilege of studying with professional artists like Shanna Kunz, Cynthia Rosen, and Julie Steenhuis, gaining respect for their unique perspectives. While I draw inspiration from various artists, I remain true to my own path. I continue to love and learn about art in all its forms.

Additional artists featured in Jasper’s Sidewalk Gallery at the Meridian include Devon Corley, Tennyson Corley, and Lucy Bailey!

Al Black's Poetry of the People Features Jonesy Stark

This week's Poet of the People is Jonesy Stark. I met Jonesy about 12 years ago at an open mic; he blew me away. Some poets are good with delivery or good with their word craft; Jonesy is great with both. Often, I'm left in awe of  the relationships he sees in words. Jonesy quietly gives back to young people in need of  support an amentor. A hidden gem in South Carolina's poetry scene, I am honored to know him.

-Al Black

'Father, husband, educator and advocate of turtles. The tragic end results of Peter Parker being bitten by a radioactive poet.' He is a dude with dreads. Oft mistaken for a poet. Olympic gold medalist robot dancer. PHD in Yamology.

_____


Cardinal Sin

Chapter one First verse

“Thou shall not come for the black woman.”

Whether you be other or brother

Must be out your cotdamn mind

To fix your lips to spit some foolishness

And assume I’m finna let it slide

I’m beyond done with you Quasimodos masquerading as Shaka Zulus

You who fetishize the motherland yet detest her daughters

Are unworthy of association with either

In order to be the king

You must lay your life down for the queen

But rather than stand tall

Y'all quick to hotep two step

Dance around accountability

Content to sit on sideline as she unnaturally shifts her spine

Criticize as she throws out her back to pick up your slack

Denounce her for doing for self what you wouldn’t provide her

As if she’d wish to wear the weight of a nation

Defend its borders

Administrate its affairs

All the while making it seem effortless in heels with slayed hair

To be black and to be woman

Is to know no compassion

It is to forever be measured and always found lacking

It is the expectation to be more than a woman

While being treated like less than a lady

It is to walk through a world of pointing fingers

Rarely encountering a helping hand

Because it takes less effort to punch down

Than it does to lift up

It is to intimately know the sting of a slap

While yearning for a caring caress

It is giving the blessing of life to sons who will curse you

It is being crucified and exposed before the world

By the man who was supposed to protect you

It is enduring it all

And still fighting for they who fight against you __

House

I started writing poetry because I wanted a girl to like me
And a decade and a half later
I can sincerely say not much has changed
Guess Hov said it best
“You are who you are when you got here”
Hol’ up
You are who you are when you got hair
Them short and curlies
Folk, I’ve surely yet to meet an adult
We all adolescents imitatin’ what we was taught
Trying’ to live out gimmicks and images we bought
I mean practice makes perfect
And I’ve perfected the practice of actin’
As if I actually have a clue
When in reality I’m equally as lost as my son askin’ how to
See he’s thoroughly convinced I have infinite access to the answers
That his author father
Is the Merlin to his Arthur
When really I’m no mystic
Somethin’ far more simplistic
Just older
And not necessarily wiser
Gifted
With opportunity to make more messes
But how can I confess his faith is fully misplaced
Shake the foundations of his sense of security
I can’t
So I continue to adorn my red and blue suit
To battle monsters in closets and boogeymen beneath bedframes
Doing my damndest to deceive both he and me
To defy my kryptonite
The gnawing that comes from the knowing
Knowing that despite my desire
The “S” on my chest can’t shield him from life
Eventually I’ll have to rack my brain
Tryin’ in vain to explain
Why Lex Luthor is often the victor
Why I raised him like a Kent
In a world corrupt and bent
Taught him to walk straight 
In a slanted land where the bad guy wins
On that day the facade will falter
His reality irreparably altered
As his eyes realize my mystique
Is merely a smoke and mirror mirage
My omnipotence
Certainly less than advertised
My omniscience, nonexistent
Simply a paltry parlor trick
That moment will be awkward
But it will leave us both better
Liberated I free to give what little know how I’ve acquired
To transmit my ideas clear
Unfettered by paternalistic pretense
And he to transmit my middling musings
Into something actually advantageous
Reconstruct my copper cognitions and leaden logos
Into glimmering golden gnosis
Perhaps through his process
Successfully plot his path to the fabled land of adulthood

___

Venomous Virility

“Y’all niggas’ gay!!!”
This was my induction
Into the fraternal order of black masculinity
You see apparently
Six year old me
Had transgressed the border between
Showin’ love for the homey
And havin’ homo tendencies
Cuz real niggas give daps, not hugs
And mosdef don’t smile
While engaged in a man to man embrace
Vulnerability was solely for sissies
And unbecoming of a brother
Tears were for queers
Emotions kept tightly wrapped under covers
These cardinal rules came to reign
Occupied cavity in chest
Freshly emptied of innocent heart
Anger only acceptable outward expression
Of inward issues
Fists replacing tongues
As practiced tools of communication
Because there’s nothing a broken jaw can’t transmit
As impactfully as an eloquent, impassioned plea
Or so we were miseducated to believe
Because every muted word
Every tear unshed
Was a link in chains weighing down our souls
Denial of half our nature
Naturally made us semi-realized beings
Being constantly at war with ourselves
Being strong at too high cost
Of mental and emotional health
Denyin’ self wealth
Of integral life experience
Because boys don’t cry
We crawl through life with faded vision
And I say crawl because men
See, we don’t run
Unless forced to confront
Foe intangible yet can painfully touch
One we can’t vanquish via violence
Neither kick nor punch
I once witnessed my father lose that fight
In a moment of brokenness bend knee
Allow hurt heart through eyes to speak
Tears stain cheek
Once he’d gathered himself
And once more donned his armor of pride
He apologized
I don’t know which was worse
The fact that he felt the need to
Or that I both understood and realized
That in that moment he’d rather have died
Than of himself reveal that side
Losing control was a sin inconsiderable
Father, son bonding
Belonging to ball parks and bar stools
Never bedrooms…
Sorrow shown silent
Only at burial grounds
This’ the mis-molded mess this world’s made us
Sensitive spirits shackled within testosterone walled prisons
Accented with homophobic bars
Boys playing at being men
Barely brave enough to question
Who made up
These malicious mores of manhood?
These Guantanamo Bay ways of approved gender displays?
Who galvanized this jihad against genuine self-expression?
I know not
But I know this
I’m staging a coup
I’m no longer content too
Goose step to cadence of callous rhythm
Ho-hum humdrum pattern stern and militaristic
Monotone,
Mirthless
I will dance daringly to an ostentatious orchestra
Melodic flourishes fully seasoned with life’s many flavors
All while wearing colorful dream coats
Tailored to transmit its infinite textures
No more austere armor
I’m casting aside my sword
Picking up a pen and building bridges with my words
I’m splintering shaft of my spear
And exchanging it for a paintbrush
With aim of illustrating a better world for my son
One where he can sing, dance, laugh, and cry
With equal pride
One where the weapons of war are ideas
And border skirmishes serve to break down
Those between self and others
Oh what a world it’ll be

____

Inhuman

I didn’t want you to walk away 
But I didn’t know how to ask you to stay
I’ve never been one 
For one on ones
Too easily tongue tied when eye to eye
So on this stage I set free the secrets of this page
Prayin’ these words land not
Upon ears deafened by my silence
Victimized by my non-verbal violence
Tuned out by my inability to tune in
I am
More machine than man
Mechanically marching from moment to moment
Merely reacting to previously programmed prompts
Physically present but lacking sincere presence
In essence
I am empty inside
Hollow
Homunculi passing for person
Human in form
All the while lacking the essential qualities
A marvel of masterful magecraft
Cleverly crafted to casually deceive
Mirage of a man

...

Cola Rep Dance Company Performs SAME PALM for Columbia Audiences Before Traveling to NY for International Performance at the DUMBO Dance Festival

If you’re tired of the same old fairytale ballet performances where the spirit of the dancer is subsumed by the restraints of only one person’s imagination, come out to CMFA next Friday and Saturday nights as Columbia Repertory Dance Company presents Same Palm, their first concert of the summer season.

“The title Same Palm comes from our constant investigation of holding pain and joy in the same palm, and how these diverse emotions must coexist for us to get through this life, especially the sometimes-brutal parts,” says Stephanie Wilkins, CRDC co-founder and artistic director.  

Company dancers include Joshua Alexander, Erin Bailey, Bonnie Boiter-Jolley, Shannon Chapman (understudy), Ashlee Daniels, Cecily Davis, Emily Jordan, Carrie Preus, Megan Saylors, Jalen Scriven, Jack Thompson, Olivia Timmerman, and Stephanie Wilkins.

“This show we are also celebrating the launch of the Cola Rep Young Choreographer Initiative with the premier of our apprentice Jalen Scriven’s Changes, adds Bonnie Boiter-Jolley, CRDC co-founder and managing director. “Scriven, an Alumni of Columbia City Jazz Conservatory and a student at University of Southern California, worked with the company to create the piece which he says references ‘holding a mirror to yourself.’ It’s impressive to work with a young artist who possesses the capacity to communicate what he wants clearly but is also so open to collaboration. It’s inspiring and makes me hopeful for the future of dance.” 

In addition to Wilkins’ choreography, the company is excited to welcome works from other major SC choreographers including Erin Bailey Angela Gallo, and Terrance Henderson. “Terrance’s piece is a beautiful blend of ritual and contemporary dance that truly honors both his culture and ancestors,” Wilkins says. “Erin and Ashlee‘s duet is a perfect example of what brings them the most happiness, which is moving in and out of the floor and over and under and on top of each other with lovely contact partnering. Angela’s piece is, as usual, set to a very interesting score and the movement in it embodies her very essence, I see her in all of the dancers and the choreography. Erin’s Kinect is athletic and powerful, but also sinuous … I know the work of these three choreographers and what I love about them is that their pieces are genuine and true to themselves, but they also try to break open their own personal stories and use their creativity to challenge themselves, their dancers, and the viewer.”

Columbia Repertory Dance Company was founded in 2019 by Bonnie Boiter-Jolley and Stephanie Wilkins as a professional company that would resolve the age-old Columbia problem of already established dance companies only offering contracts to their dancers for six or fewer months per year. This impacted the dancers, who still had to stay in shape, (professional dancers must take class from 5 – 7 days per week to stay fit), and also had to pay for their living expenses, by offering them paying dance gigs, artistic stimulation, and the opportunity to stay in shape without going broke. It impacted dance audiences by providing new, original, and innovative contemporary ballet performances from their favorite Columbia-based dance artists, with choreography by a large variety of some of Columbia’s top choreographers.

Sadly, in response to the founding of Columbia Repertory Dance Company, which became a non-profit 501c3 in 2022, South Carolina Ballet, which has recently changed its name again from Columbia City Ballet, began illegally forbidding its dancers from participating in any off-season, off-contract performances with other local companies such as Columbia Repertory Dance Company or Ann Brodie’s Carolina Ballet.

But this didn’t hold Columbia Repertory Dance Company back. The Company has grown to include two unique dance concerts per summer, as well as additional local performances such as Live on Lincoln, and traveling to New York to be honored as the only South Carolina dance company featured (2023 and 2024) in the DUMBO Dance Festival.

A dance festival celebrating it’s 23rd year in Brooklyn, NY, DUMBO Dance Festival stands for Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass with the festival’s official description stating, “2024 DDF features 50 contemporary dance troupes combining over 400 artists who will present solo, chamber, and full-scale works. Dancers from across the United States, and internationally from Switzerland, Germany, Colombia, Mexico, Taiwan, Japan, and Korea will join New York’s active dance community to offer the full range of new directions in dance in the 21st century.” 

The festival takes place over four days in June and highlights dance companies making significant artistic contributions to the dance world. Cola Rep Dance Co is the only company from North or South Carolina invited to perform. 

“We are honored and excited to have the opportunity for the second year in a row to act as ambassadors for South Carolina dance by taking members of our company to perform on stage with the other wonderful groups selected. We see it as an important way of remaining part of the global conversation on the evolution of the art form,” says Boiter-Jolley. 

Same Palm will be performed at 7:30 on Friday and Saturday nights, June 21st and 22nd, at Columbia Music Festival Association at 914 Pulaski Street in Columbia’s historic Congaree Vista. Tickets are $30 in advance and $35 at the door.  

While you’re reserving your seats for Same Palm, mark your calendars for August 17th and 18th when Columbia Rep Dance Company performs their second concert of the summer, How to Fall Down, at the Koger Center for the Arts. How to Fall Down features the work of choreographers Dale Lam, Jennifer Deckert, and Simone Cuttino, as well as in-house choreography by Wilkins. Tickets will be available soon. 

 

Sean Madden’s Intimately Familiar Landscapes at Sound Bites Eatery

Sean Madden

is the Jasper Project’s Featured Artist for June at

Sound Bites Eatery

Sean Madden is a multimedia artist who captures landscapes and portraits of Columbia in such a way that makes the images both familiar and fresh at the same time.  

Both Madden’s parents were artists, so creating was never foreign to him. His mother was an accomplished oil painter, and his father was a master carpenter, scratch painter, and sculptor. Though art came naturally, it was music that first captured Madden’s interest. 

“The influence of my parents came full circle in the early 2000s when I began working for a piano and antique restoration company,” Madden says. “And my knowledge of wood carving and ability to work an artist's brush proved invaluable.”

However, it was after the loss of his mother in 2019 that Madden was moved to “return to [his] roots” and begin painting once more. This time, it stuck, and he now finds it hard to pull himself from whatever surface he’s sketching on during any free time. 

Madden’s inspirations come from all around him, from the world he traverses each day. Though he began capturing these scenes with oil, he embraces all mediums, including gouache, acrylic, watercolor, graphite, and ink. 

“My main goal, when I sit down behind the easel, is to find some way of bridging reality with nostalgic fantasy,” he explains. “I tend to be drawn towards images centering around water and the play of light and shadow.”  

Madden has had his work displayed in venues around Columbia and Myrtle Beach, has found success as a part-time commission artist, and is proud to have works in fourteen states and two countries. 

His work for this show features landscapes both familiar and yet intimately personal. The common image of the Lake Murray Dam is interrupted by a buzzard that swooped down only feet from Madden on a visit. Two eerie beach scenes display the view from a quiet walk he and his wife took after Hurricane Ian struck the hotel at which they were vacationing. 

Madden’s work is available to view at Sound Bites Eatery (1425 Sumter St.) until the end of June. Sound Bites is open from 10am–3pm on weekdays and 11am–3pm on weekends. Purchases can be made through scanning QR codes on the paintings’ labels.

 

 

Jasper's Tiny Gallery Artist for June is Trish Gilliam

Trish Gillam is a multimedia artist and a lifelong resident of South Carolina, where she paints both individually and as part of Swirly Girl Arts—a painter duo consisting of her and her daughter Kimber Carpenter. (Full disclosure—Kimber Carpenter is a member of the Jasper Project board of directors.) 

After graduating in 1966 from University High School, Gillam studied business administration and eventually settled into a career in real estate and massage therapy. It was after retiring in 2016 that she decided to plunge into the art world. 

When it comes to art, she is completely self-taught and includes Jackson Pollock, Wassily Kandinsky, and Helen Frankenthaler among her influences. Particularly, three of her local peers—Alicia Leeke, Lee A. Monts, and K. Wayne Thornley—further influence her aesthetic.  

Gillam paints with a variety of mediums, including acrylic and ink, and finds inspiration in “the beautiful colors and dynamic shapes of nature—I spend many hours in my garden, walking in the woods behind my home, and enjoying time on the coast of South Carolina. These experiences have brought much joy and happiness to me, and it is my desire to capture them in my work,” she says.  

Gillam refers to her work as “free style,” which has an organic, unique flow. In her studio, she paints while listening to music, often dancing as she creates. It is this openness, joy, and freedom that she hopes to share with others through her art. 

She has shown her work—solo and through Swirly Girl Arts—across the Midlands, including locations such as the Robert Mills House, Cottontown Art Crawl, Art in the Yard, Rob Shaw Gallery, Musician’s Supply, NoMa Warehouse, The Artist’s Coop, Pitter-Patter Pottery, Artistic Aspiration, The Aloft Hotel, and The Land Banks Loft Historic Building. 

For this show, Gillam has put together a showcase of her various styles and talents. Patrons can see collaged girls with sassy expressions, textured landscapes, and whimsical homes—all with an array of bright colors and styles. 

Trish Gillam’s work will be up on Jasper’s virtual Tiny Gallery until the end of June.

Al Black's Poetry of the People Featuring Larry Rhu!

This week's Poet of the People is Larry Rhu. I think I first met Larry when Curtis Derrick hosted a poetry workshop and Tim Conroy introduced us. Larry and I cohost Simple Gifts and I cherish sitting in his backyard garden to discuss literature and Boston Celtic basketball. He is a generous and humble friend and I am honored to be in his orbit.

Lawrence Rhu is the Todd Professor of the Italian Renaissance, emeritus, at the University of South Carolina. He has published books and essays about the American and European Renaissances and edited Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale. His poems have appeared in PoetryNorth Dakota Quarterly, Innisfree Poetry Journal, The Poetry Society of South Carolina YearbookPinesongFall LinesOne, Main Street Rag, Conversations: The Journal of Cavellian Studies, Jogos Florais, Forma de Vida, and other journals. They have won awards from the Poetry Society of South Carolina and the Pirate’s Alley Faulkner Society of New Orleans. 


Instead of a Letter

 

Ever since your scary diagnosis, Jerry,

your Kawasaki Ninja’s helping us

document nostalgia’s hits or misses:

 

Fats Domino at El Casino Ballroom

in downtown Tucson, Oracle Union Church

beyond the Catalinas. Grandfather Ford—

 

an old Ford, he’d say, but still serviceable—

supplied its pulpit with clear messages

he shared implicitly (or I divined)

 

between approach shots on the practice range

when he taught me to golf during junior high

and we began our easy-going exchanges.

 

Nothing oracular about that town

except the name and my experience

of friendship with a kindred soul whose calling

 

required some explanation of its quiet

moments, like golf, when others take their turn. 

Chemo and radiation are still shrinking

 

your tumor while our sunset dialogues

help reconstruct our common histories

with anecdotes and our imaginations

 

in FaceTime calls from two time zones away.

Bits and pieces patched together come

to represent whatever meant the world

 

to me and you, my father’s other son

in spirit and my mother’s other student.

Grammar and medicine, their offerings,

 

helped you avoid English X at U of A

and then through medical school at UNM.

Transcendental brother, Anglo caballero,                              

 

biker, physician, my dear friend, your Ninja

and horses call to mind a life of travel:

happy trails, lonesome roads, and our reunions                    

 

in Rio Hondo, New Orleans, Missoula,

Boston, Prescott—even Italy,

when I was teaching high school there in Rome.

 

In just three months you’ve biked eight thousand miles

in perfect weather on backroads and blue

highways, inspired by sunlight and fresh air.

 

Has anyone lived long enough to be

“almost a native,” as some born elsewhere

used to say after many years in Tucson?

 

May we not homestead in creation, staking

our claims, not taking what’s given for granted,

settling in some ever nearer region?


 

Benefits of Doubt

 

For D. T. S.

 

No inference made, no implication either—

I did not infer what you did not imply,

but thanks. I appreciate your concern.

 

Ghosts haunt words with shades of meaning

difficult to dispel. Slips and lapses

make us marvel at the secret life

 

of language in conversation with itself.

Perfect strangers intrude upon the best

intentions, foiling our plans. Still, we’re thrilled

 

to entertain felicities unaware.

It all depends upon our being being

attuned. So, drop your guard. Speak your mind.

 

Learn what you mean in sync with those awaiting

news of you and yours. I’ll listen up. Online

or off, count on my friendship as a reader.

Arborist

 

Two trees or maybe three I knew for sure:

the fig and sycamore…but now I can’t

 

recall the third. The Church of Rome inspired

my confidence about the first—fig leaves

 

cover places Michelangelo

and Donatello felt the shepherd boy

 

need not blush to leave exposed. A protest

rallied us to save the sycamores

 

along the Charles River by Mem Drive.

But I knew cacti of my desert boyhood

 

well before hope of a better school stole me

away from home to greener climes with all

 

four seasons, ice and snow, and trees Thoreau

once learned by heart alone. The orchard keeper,

 

my beloved, leads me now through arboretums

around the world. Unlike Walden’s chronicler,

 

even in dark woods, we wander as a pair.

Released from rigors of the father tongue,

 

which he so harped upon, the fallen world’s

transformed into a commonwealth we share.


 

Memento

 

No reason for the trip but Sunday free

we headed toward the North Shore on Route 1

— itself a brilliant stretch of salesmanship

where concrete cattle graze invitingly

on green cement before a steakhouse door,

one of many bright commercial fancies

up and down the strip.

 

We toured the infamous Witch House in Salem

where pre-trial interviews were held before

witchcraft and wizardry scared slaughter out.

There must be reasons why the Lord would fail them.

Soon, a host of innocents told why.

Our high school guide recited all the facts

and ushered us about.

 

Then, on to Marblehead where several hills

are strewn with brayed slate gravestones by a pond

the locals fish on weekends when they’re free.

Hourglasses, death’s heads, cross-bones are the frills

that trim the verses written for the dead.

We paused and read their prayers so quaintly rhymed

and lost to history.

 

May her virtues take her where they should

graven on the slate of Mary by her John

invoked the angels she’d soon bide among

To such as she I’m sure that death is good.

We moved from stone to stone like other tourists

till evening took the light and brought a chill

that made us move along.

 

Going back on the same route we came by

we passed a dinosaur at a putt-putt course,

a lowering hazard on the thirteenth hole.

The traffic slowed. A siren gave a sigh

and blinked upon a wreck beside the road.

Three bodies, under cover, lined the pavement.

The cars slowed to a roll.


 

Streetcar through Parnassus

 

Don’t you think somebody ought to pray for them? - How six-year-old Ruby Bridges explained her prayers for protesters against school desegregation

 

From Lee Circle to the Garden District

nine muses cross the tracks,

divinities of total recall

once upon a time.

From history to astronomy

along St. Charles Avenue

the streetcar bumps and grinds

from Clio to Urania, the goddess

Milton summoned puritanically 

insisting on a Christian meaning

for her pagan name. No such

precise distinction here obtains.

That culture clash sounds academic,

the harmonizing rhetoric antique.

The Heavenly Muse now names

some lapsed Presbyterian

daughter of faded Memory. 

           

Yet, in the roundabout, Lee’s empty place

on the Olympian column top

prompts Clio to review her latest draft

—its epic or tragic plot—

with Calliope and Melpomene.

That vacancy makes room

for hope to change the shape of time

imposed by powers that be—

or were and wished to stay.

           

Cycling between the Odd Fellows’ Rest

and the Archdiocesan Cemetery,

beyond the neutral ground,

I turn toward Metairie and soon discern,

from beneath the Interstate,

a marble soldier

ready to read the roll of casualties,

the toll his counterparts memorialize

on a thousand small-town New England greens.                   

           

                                                         

Whatever local muse prompts song,

as I recall, no run of Boston streets

bears gaudy classical names

if you don’t count the Marathon.

There’s no Mardi Gras with krewes,

like Bacchus or Endymion

or Comus’s raucous gang

routed in that Puritan’s court masque.

Yet who’s to say they won’t be coming back?

Here or there, in Cambridge or Fenway Park,

or on the banquette where first graders once

braved mobs with Federal Marshals,

walking to school and hoping

against hope for a fresh start.

 

SC Writers Association 2024 STORYFEST Early Bird Registration Ends June15th

2024 STORYFEST EARLY BIRD PRICING ENDS JUNE 15

Early bird registration for SCWA’s 2024 Storyfest, set for Sept. 27 through 29 in Columbia, ends June 15.

Fees for the full three-day conference are $250 for members and $325 for nonmembers; those fees will increase by $30 on June 16, so register now and save! Student registration for the full conference is $140. A one-day ticket for Saturday-only sessions is available for $195. Masterclasses, manuscript critiques and query pitches are available for additional charges as add-ons to your registration.

Storyfest, SCWA’s biggest event of the year, will be held at The DoubleTree by Hilton in Columbia, with the added advantage of having the hotel and conference under one roof – and the rooms are less expensive this year, too!

In addition to amazing authors, editors, agents and screenwriters from outside of our state, some of South Carolina’s most prominent writers will be there to make this conference successful. We will have three pre-conference masterclasses and craft classes as well as the invaluable Queryfest, Slushfest, Speed Pitch Session and a “Publishing World Today” panel, which provides cutting-edge self-publishing assistance. Four keynote speakers will provide valuable insights, including information on artificial intelligence and how it will impact the writing world, and Storyfest has 20 other breakout and other presentations – something for every genre. A Saturday cocktail hour, open mic, exhibits, book signings and more also will be included.

We will highlight our keynote speakers and presenters in The Quill between now and September. We featured Lynn Cullen and Grady Hendrix in the May issue; see 2024 Storyfest Faculty bios on all of our fabulous speakers. Here are two more keynoters:

TIFFANY YATES MARTIN

Tiffany Yates Martin has spent nearly 30 years as an editor in the publishing industry, working with major publishers and New York Times, Washington Post, Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling and award-winning authors as well as indie and newer writers. She is the founder of FoxPrint Editorial and author of Intuitive Editing: A Creative and Practical Guide to Revising Your Writing. She is a regular contributor to writers' outlets like Writer's Digest, Jane Friedman and Writer Unboxed, and a frequent presenter and keynote speaker for writers' organizations around the country. Under her pen name, Phoebe Fox, she is the author of six novels. Visit her at www.foxprinteditorial.com.

She will offer a masterclass, “Mastering the Holy Trinity of Story: Character, Stakes and Plot;” deliver a keynote, “The Happy, Harsh Truths of a Writing Career;” and present breakout sessions. We are thrilled to have her for 2024 Storyfest.

ALAN ROTH

Alan Roth graduated from Fairleigh Dickinson University in New Jersey with degrees in history and English literature, then attended graduate school at Emerson College in Boston, where he received an MFA in creative writing. He is a member of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences and serves as an adjunct professor of screenwriting at Fairleigh Dickinson’s School of the Arts. He is a winner of the coveted Nicholl Fellowship Academy Award for best original screenplay (Jersey City Story) and works with producers on developing projects for both film and TV.

He will present a keynote, “AI and Current Trends in Writing,” and a breakout session on “Book to Screen.” We are so pleased to have him as part of 2024 Storyfest.

REGISTER FOR 2024 STORYFEST

MORE ABOUT 2024 STORYFEST

The hotel room rate is $169 (plus tax & fees) for one king or two queen beds. For the SCWA discounted rate, reserve at the DoubleTree by Hilton Columbia; book by Aug. 29 for the discount.

RESERVE YOUR ROOM FOR STORYFEST

If you are not a member of SCWA, join now to enjoy the member rate for Storyfest as well as other SCWA benefits. Membership is $75 annually; go to Join Us.

For more information email administrator@myscwa.org

News from Harbison Theatre -- Jazz with Chris Potter and the Art of Barbara Yongue

Saxophone Colossus: Chris Potter

Presented by SC Jazz Masterworks Ensemble
Saturday, June 15 | 7:30 PM 

SC Jazz Masterworks Ensemble is overjoyed to present one of the best Jazz Saxophonists of all time and Columbia native, Chris Potter. Since emerging on the scene as a sideman 30 years ago with Red Rodney, Chris has gone on to play with everybody from Pat Metheny to Steely Dan. Down Beat magazine called him “One of the most studied (and copied) saxophonists on the planet” and Jazz Times identified him as “a figure of international renown.” Potter’s impressive discography includes 18 albums as a leader, as well as sideman appearances on more than 100 albums. 

Join The Jasper Project and Barbara Yongue as we celebrate the opening of her exhibition in the gallery space at Harbison Theatre.

At 6:30 PM, Barbara will be available to speak and give you the opportunity to enjoy her work prior to the opening curtain for Saxophone Colossus: Chris Potter presented by SC Jazz Masterworks Ensemble. During intermission, you’re invited to revisit the art. Her work will be available for purchase. Learn more about Barbara and her work below.

The exhibition is free and available for viewing from June through August 2024.

Barbara Alston Yongue, born in Memphis Tennessee and raised in Ohio, has studied and continues to study art for almost as long as she has been alive.  An art major in college she has continued her education with such well-known artists as Daniel Greene, Nelson Shanks, Janet Fish, Tony Ryder, Charlie Hunter.  She is a member of Oil Painters of America, Trenholm Art Guild and the art group known as About Face.  She enjoys Portraiture, Still Life painting and Plein Air.  

Awards Include:
2023 - Facilitator Plein air competition ARTFIELDS 
2022 - Facilitator Plein air ArtField 
2023 - Second place and peoples choice TAG … Still Hopes 
2022 - Peoples choice TAG …BEST MATTRESS
2019 - 1st place  Trenholm art guild spring show
2018 - 3rd place Trenholm art guild
2017 - 1st Place Pawleys Island Seaside Palette- Plein Air
2017 - People’s Choice award- Arts on the Ridge
2016 - 2017 – 9 time winner of the Columbia Museum of Art monthly challenge
2017 - Merit Award – Trenholm Art Guild
2016 - 2nd Place Pawleys Island Seaside Palette- Plein Air
2014 - Merit Award – Trenholm Art Guild
2013 - Painting Award - Garden of Dreams, Magnolia Gardens
2011 - Judy Faye Moyer award- Crooked Creek art League
2010 - Merit Award – Crooked Creek Art League
2009 - Best in Show- Crooked Creek Art League
2009 - Merit Award- Trenholm Art Guild
2008 - Special Award- Crooked Creek Art League
2008 - Merit Award – Trenholm Art Guild
2004 - Merit Award- Crooked Creek
2004 - Carolina Gallery Award – Crooked Creek
2001 - Merit Award- Crooked Creek
Champion 2 Times – Columbia Museum of Art – Face Off event
2nd Runner up – Artfields portrait competition
2015 Judge for Arts on the Ridge Ridgeway, SC
President - Fairfield County Arts Council  2018

Artist Statement:
I paint primarily from life because it is my belief that what is created by doing that gives a certain touch of LIFE that cannot be achieved any other way. Most of all … I try to paint Beauty.