Article  Alfred Smith's Art Show, Stillwater July 19, 2008, Alfred's Art Show at Stillwater For some reason the excellent photographs I took didn't come through and I'm tired of waiting while my electronic engineer husband keeps trying to retrieve them.  I will just have to use 1000 words to describe the Art Show at Exhibit One Gallery in Stillwater, Oklahoma Here's a great western music midi page to go with this as you read: http://rosemck1.tripod.com/jukebox-country.html     Years ago I read somewhere that it is the building of memories that keeps a marriage together.  Because I'm the kind to believe only half of what I read this left me with a question.  Would that really work?  Whether it has been the thing to give us 51 years together is up for a vote.  However, the memories from my friend's art show at Stillwaater would last me another 51 years it were possible to live so long.     There is always an air of excitement for the possibility of getting away from our easel, hand work, or whatever craft self -proclaimed artists do.  We are aware that probably Picasso is the only one who died with a 300 million dollar estate.  I've read so many relatives came out of the wood work and that maybe no heirs have to this day been awarded the money.  He died without a will. Truly we,  who are the artists from around here,  to the contrary,  are simply enjoying  pleasures of the momentary if not monetary delights.     Rhonda was the bell of the ball in her own little way.  It didn't seem to matter that she is difficult to understand when she speaks with her cerebral palsy. When her words are finally understood, it is worth the deciphering of her statement for everyone, me included.     Two or three cowboy artists were there.  One of them commented over the cheese dip and that was classic.  Something about the aroma!  I had to be reminded of the movies with the cowboys in New York City as they marveled over this or that part of the culture.     My friend, Cheryl Smith is the lady of the day, and I'm serious.  She is a beautiful woman who has lived and worked in Berkley, California for a number of years.  Her enthusiasm and sparkle is sometimes missed by our small community who have essentially, descended from hale and hearty oil field workers be it wild-catters, record keeping business men, or refinery people.  Life and death terrors of job and climate sometimes hardens us until we can only focus on the necessity in front of us.  Art, music, the dream of culture is what we only try to bring to our children.  Amidst all this Cheryl bravely pushes forward to champion her husband, Alfred Smith's, work. She arranges showings, invites people, and shows up with a bright lovely dress and jewelry telling of her ancient people's heritage, Native American.  There is nothing ever garish of flashy as sometimes is done with that dress.  She always looks delicate and lovely.  What a background of fineness she has.     For all the nitty gritty ways around here, we are like in the movie Camelot," for one bright and shining moment transported to a world of art, love for humanity, camaraderie, and mutual respect for our fellow artists,  who too,  are determined to see beauty in the commonplace and share it with the world." Words to Flowers on the Wall (Scroll down on the music page for the melody) Countin' flowers on the wall, That don't bother me at all. Playing Solitaire till dawn, With a deck of fifty-one. Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo. Now, don't tell me I've nothing to do. Last night I dressed in tails, pretended I was on the town. As long as I can dream, it's hard to slow this swinger down. So please don't give a thought to me, I'm really doing fine. You can always find me here, having quite a time. Well, it's good to see you, I must go, I know I look a fright. Anyway my eyes are not accustomed to this light. And my shoes are not accustomed to this hard concrete. So I must go back to my room and make my day complete. Countin' flowers on the wall, That don't bother me at all. Playing Solitaire till dawn, With a deck of fifty-one. Smoking cigarettes and watching Captain Kangaroo. Now, don't tell me I've nothing to do. Added By DonnaFlood Email rlfflood@cableone.net Category Art Author Donna Flood Add To Favorites Print This Article Email Article To A Friend Post Comments   Rate This Article (1) 1 - Poor2345 - Good678910 - Excellent Added On Sun Jul 20th,2008     Relevant Images  No images have been Uploaded