Featuring:
Robert Coomer Photography
Tabka Coomer Jewelry
Pam Duncan Pottery - A Way With Clay

Saturday, December 6th 11-5
Sunday, December 7th 11-3
4328 Peppermill Lane, Blue Ash, 45242

Some of the proceeds will be donated to the Rockcastle Karst Conservancy.

Also featuring a “Bargain Basement” with some great deals on pots from Pam Duncan that have been hanging around just a little too long.

I may also have a few scratch and dent canvas prints available.

A selection of images from my Below the Surface series is also on display. Combining cave photos and medical scans, this series challenges the viewer to consider our relationship to the world around us, and how we interact with it. Whether blood and water, or bone and stone, many comparisons can be made between our bodies, and our planet.

Come out and meet the artist on Thursday, October 15th, from 6 - 8pm.

I’m planning to have this completed by the end of October, and maybe a sneak peak before then. Part of this upgrade will be the availability of my “Artful Letters” series many of you have seen and commented on at recent art shows.

Contact me or Paul at the Front Street Gallery if you are interested for more information.

Clermont artists add flair to Summerfair

May 29, Friday 2 pm – 8 pm
May 30, Saturday 10 am – 8 pm
May 31, Sunday 10 am – 5 pm

Admission
Adults:
$10.00 for 1 day ticket
$15.00 for 3-day ticket - Available only until Friday, May 29, 2009, 2:00 PM.
Children under 12 free

Thanks to everyone who came out last week and voted for my photos! It was a big honor to be selected from among all of the great artists.

Above is one of the prints I delivered. It was shot early last year during one of the small ice storms we had. At the time I was recovering from a back injury, but the potential for great photos was too high for me to pass up. I almost had to crawl to get the shot. Needless to say, it was a very cold night and the freezing rain was still falling when I arrived at the Union Terminal. The ground was covered with ice making walking difficult, but add to that a herniated disk, a bag of camera gear, camera, a tripod, and the loss of the ability to balance myself and then you’re really having some fun. I ended up using my tripod as a crutch and managed to make my way from where I parked my car on a side street, along the fence, across the front of the grounds and to the driveway where I took this shot.

After about an hour, I managed to make my way back to my car safely though I was wet and covered in ice. I only fell twice if I remember correctly. I found out it was less painful to just fall down than to try to “catch” my balance which hurt my back. I had on enough layers of winter clothing to cushion a fall. Like most photographers, I fall with my hands up to protect my gear, so i wasn’t too worried about damaging my camera. I think the shots from that night were worth it.

This image recently was given an Award of Excellence in the Java Jazz ‘n Art competition in New Richmond, Ohio. internationally acknowledged master of wildlife art, John Ruthven was the juror for this show, so this award takes on a special dimension and a huge honor. I grew up in Brown County, Ohio admiring John’s work, as he had a gallery in Georgetown, Ohio. http://www.johnruthvenart.com/

At art shows, I have had others compare it to my favorite artist, Charley Harper. This is a statement to the beauty in it’s simplicity, which was Charley’s forte. His graphic art reduced nature images to their simplest form, yet maintains the character of his subject. He called it “minimal realism.” He would say “I never count the feathers in the wings — I just count the wings.” Again, being compared to this great artists is a huge compliment, and one I don’t take lightly. http://charleyharperartstudio.com/

At art shows around Lexington, this image became quickly known as “Go Big Blue!” as the UK Wildcats fans pointed out that the Blue Jay has all those Cardinals outnumbered. . .

The image was shot at Cincinnati Nature Center early this year. My next popular image was shot just a few feet away, and could be called the rest of the story. “Fox in the Hen House” shows what all those Cardinals were waiting for. . .