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How well do you know Peter Bruun? We have three fun facts for you today that may surprise you:â
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1. đĄ Peter does Wordle, Worldle, and Artle every morning before getting out of bed.â
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2. đđť He loves to run and has run marathons and even a couple ultra-marathons. (He finds these days a run of any distance is a miracle worth celebrating.) â
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3. đŤ In the summer, a food shopping trip for Peter can mean up to 6 stops: 2 vegetable stands, the bread shop, the fish market, the Co-op, and Hannafordâs ("if I have to").â
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When he's not doing all that, Peter is the artist, writer and curator behind Bruun Studios. â
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Peter wants to know: "What should I add to Wordle, Worldle, and Artle?"â
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âYou once had an aunt I imagined on long walks down lonely shores.â
âYou once had an aunt who beguiled the boys.â
âYou once had an aunt who is now a myth.â
âYou once had an aunt we all let down.â
How do we remember those we love who have died? How do we keep them present for those who never knew them?
âYou Once Had an Auntâ is an exhibition of my work opening on Thursday, May 21, 5:30 to 7:30 at USMâs Gorham Art Gallery in Gorham, ME. The paintings here are three of 100 Iâll be showing, accompanied by an audio collage of voices raising questions around memory, remembrance and loss.
Beyond the opening on May 21, the exhibition is on view only on Friday May 22 and Saturday May 23, 11am to 5pm, or by appointment at 207-780-5409 or [email protected]. For details, you can visit the event page here:
/events/s/you-once-had-an-aunt-opening-r/2384043718765787/
âYou once had an aunt who made the flowers more colorful.â
Spring was a magical time of year for young Elisif. Sheâd be out the door at the first sign of warmth, intent on every new growth and blossom. For her, flowers werenât only to be seen, but rather existed to be incorporated into her swirl of vivacity, her early morning report on the number of new tulip blooms overnight evidenced by the decapitated flower tops held in her hand as she breezed back in at the kitchen door. Everything was more colorful with her around, even the flowers.
How do we remember those we love who have died? How do we keep them present for those who never knew them?
âYou Once Had an Auntâ is an exhibition of my work opening on Thursday, May 21, 5:30 to 7:30 at USMâs Gorham Art Gallery in Gorham, ME. The painting here is one of 100 Iâll be showing, accompanied by an audio collage of voices raising questions around memory, remembrance and loss.
Beyond the opening on May 21, the exhibition is on view only on Friday May 22 and Saturday May 23, 11am to 5pm, or by appointment at 207-780-5409 or [email protected]. For details, you can visit the event page here:
/events/s/you-once-had-an-aunt-opening-r/2384043718765787/
I hope to see you on the 21st: it will be a beautiful evening. â¤ď¸
A project Iâve been working on as part of my residency with @usmartgalleries - hope to see you at the opening at the Crewe Center for the Arts on April 16, 5:30 to 7:30, where weâll celebrate @gpfamilypromise , @equalitymaine , @mainetransnet , and @cgcmaine for the caring work they do supporting our community. @wmpgfm
Something is up.
Made months apart from each other, these two drawings (a September graphite first; a pastel from May second) were bridged by a span of time in which I was not in the studio.
After the hiatus, I wasnât sure how to get going again.
When art takes you to a deep place (which is where I was in the spring), you donât just get back there: I didnât just roll over and on day one this fall pick up where Iâd left off. Rather, itâs been an uncomfortable several weeks, a combination of creative lethargy and overly-controlling attempts.
Nothing was working. I felt blank.
The beauty of desperation blended with persistence is eventually something might catch. Iâve been lucky enough to have that begin to happen in the past couple days: Iâm back to that place where Iâve really not a clue what Iâm doing, yet the moves donât feel wrong.
And like proof, Iâm startled to see the affinity between these two works ⌠more a visual thing than something easily described in words, yet definitely there.
That these uncannily related drawings each emerge of their own accord, in their own media, under such different time and circumstances, and that each feels to be exactly what it wants to be, well ⌠something in this speaks of faith and largeness ⌠of trust and belonging.
What a comfort.