Thursday, September 03, 2015
Trawick Prize winners
Bethesda Contemporary Art Awards
Exhibition dates, September 2 - 26
Gallery hours, Wed. - Sat., 12-6pm
Opening reception, Friday, Sept. 11, 6-9pm
The Trawick Prize: Bethesda Contemporary Art Awards is
a visual art prize produced by the Bethesda Arts & Entertainment
District that honors artists from Maryland, Washington, D.C. and
Virginia. Artwork from eight finalists will be on display at Gallery B,
7700 Wisconsin Avenue, Suite E. The finalists were selected from more
than 350 artists who applied to this year's competition, and they will
compete for $14,000 in prize monies.
Winners:
Winners:
Best in Show ($10,000): Jonathan Monaghan
Second Place ($2,000): Lynn Cazabon
Third Place ($1,000): Jason Hughes
Young Artist ($1,000): Nara Park
Exhibiting Artists:
Selin Balci, Annapolis, MD
Lynn Cazabon, Baltimore, MD
Catherine Day, McLean, VA
Jason Hughes, Baltimore, MD
Tim Makepeace, Washington, D.C.
Sebastian Martorana, Baltimore, MD
Jonathan Monaghan, Washington, D.C.
Nara Park, Washington, D.C.
Lynn Cazabon, Baltimore, MD
Catherine Day, McLean, VA
Jason Hughes, Baltimore, MD
Tim Makepeace, Washington, D.C.
Sebastian Martorana, Baltimore, MD
Jonathan Monaghan, Washington, D.C.
Nara Park, Washington, D.C.
More info here.
Wednesday, September 02, 2015
Tuesday, September 01, 2015
Monday, August 31, 2015
The Road to the Isles
A far croonin' is pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromak to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
As take I wi' my cromak to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
Chorus:
Sure, by Tummel and Loch Rannoch
And Lochaber I will go,
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles;
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart
Braggart's in my step,
You've never smelt the tangle o' the Isles.
Sure, by Tummel and Loch Rannoch
And Lochaber I will go,
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles;
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart
Braggart's in my step,
You've never smelt the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh, the far Coolins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' my cromak to the Isles.
It's by 'Sheil water the track is to the west,
By Aillort and by Morar to the sea,
The cool cresses I am thinkin' o' for pluck,
And bracken for a wink on Mother's knee.
By Aillort and by Morar to the sea,
The cool cresses I am thinkin' o' for pluck,
And bracken for a wink on Mother's knee.
It's the blue Islands are pullin' me away,
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame,
The blue Islands from the Skerries to the Lews,
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame,
The blue Islands from the Skerries to the Lews,
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
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