tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88746789509365574352024-02-18T19:25:24.527-08:00June Billings SaffordJune Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-4135918255969783612012-12-21T09:01:00.001-08:002015-08-16T13:56:20.551-07:00<br />
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I have just returned to this blog from which I have been missing since 2012. Some changes with e-mail address and password, made it nigh impossible for me to do anything over a three year period, only visit my blog, yet not sign in to make changes. I am now making this attempt, as son Alex has been visiting and with his technological skills I am perhaps able to bring this space more up to date. I have always to be thankful for Brooke, youngest daughter, who originally designed and set up this site. <br />
The Hostess paintings are now somewhat passe. I see that the supposed treats have returned to the grocery stores and so the hunger for these particular junk foods, even as art, has subsided. I loved painting them but have gone on to bigger and I hope better subjects.<br />
2015 has been a year offering me three opportunities to show work. Tiles of apples and birds went to The Waterworks Museum in Miles City, whereas ten of my grain elevator pieces have been on exhibition at The Emerson Center for Art & Culture, in Bozeman. They were hung as part of a trio. As well, Vern Hall and Bruce Selyem's art/photography have been a part of this show, The Art of the Prairie which opened early August and will be hanging until October 4th. <br />
My third opportunity to hang work in a public place will take place at The Bozeman Public Library<br />
during the months of November and December. The exhibit is tentatively called, Bozeman, Downtown and Beyond, thus allowing me to hang iconic structures alongside more scenic views of outside the town center. I hope to include rodeo scenes; Bozeman has always been a town sporting a rodeo or two during any given year. </div>
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June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-5412190668934372302011-10-23T20:05:00.000-07:002011-10-23T20:09:14.604-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSiVVbPD4lTW-zuyQXkB9kWjw_xN58nDOK74PEnBFgb5kxZ3fiWMMGh-dQbbEDQbSRPZiZyg58utAdjZOsW0Si8V3lJdfOYt4kUHXvqmJ4zFAK9MZZVWfO0pOuGVQDep6akt7YUf43zw/s1600/IMG_5075.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSiVVbPD4lTW-zuyQXkB9kWjw_xN58nDOK74PEnBFgb5kxZ3fiWMMGh-dQbbEDQbSRPZiZyg58utAdjZOsW0Si8V3lJdfOYt4kUHXvqmJ4zFAK9MZZVWfO0pOuGVQDep6akt7YUf43zw/s320/IMG_5075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666890302510106770" border="0" /></a>June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-32749738149146455732011-10-23T16:46:00.001-07:002011-10-23T16:48:50.907-07:00Cathedral at Ethridge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LYd7vMsXCIyfGXQEMJa91g_tFwzIsy2_crO99IhekTPtbQG5jhetD8mo5-dkyLR0xAcBwNATp0uSVZOeLPoj1I2XST0tF4D8sNQ57XIJ58lhNr8PJRJlyx4gNZkjaK1rxyDa772gGg/s1600/IMG_5074.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LYd7vMsXCIyfGXQEMJa91g_tFwzIsy2_crO99IhekTPtbQG5jhetD8mo5-dkyLR0xAcBwNATp0uSVZOeLPoj1I2XST0tF4D8sNQ57XIJ58lhNr8PJRJlyx4gNZkjaK1rxyDa772gGg/s320/IMG_5074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666838709432379346" border="0" /></a>June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-53892278412717319092008-09-12T09:37:00.000-07:002008-09-12T09:40:42.472-07:00Square Butte Grainery, Montana<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Jj3954fQL9VNaEiMH3IkjO5aDn7pmbrkA_r-6PiUPuyc33nd6jI29cEr1xr7PTFnSBV_mp5V0Qe-agjobEft4vB19-wGJjALaOz8KE0OMfo5QVFV65uF0bPXWXxmtcdJZ82TteUDKw/s1600-h/Square+Butte+Grainery.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245175595533851602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Jj3954fQL9VNaEiMH3IkjO5aDn7pmbrkA_r-6PiUPuyc33nd6jI29cEr1xr7PTFnSBV_mp5V0Qe-agjobEft4vB19-wGJjALaOz8KE0OMfo5QVFV65uF0bPXWXxmtcdJZ82TteUDKw/s320/Square+Butte+Grainery.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>Showing at the Daily Coffee House in Bozeman, Montana</em></div>June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-18119501818559885252008-01-20T15:24:00.000-08:002008-01-20T15:33:46.561-08:00What Colors?My middle name is <span style="color:#000099;">C</span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">R</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">A</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Y</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">O</span><span style="color:#ff6600;">L</span><span style="color:#330033;">A</span>.<br />I’ve been wrapping myself in color<br />since I was old enough to choose<br />ribbons, anklets, scarves.<br />My patron saint, Iris,<br />goddess of the rainbow<br />offers a sky so many hues.<br />How I must have lusted<br />for the cadmiums, thalos,<br />alizarins when the child, me,<br />looked out a window and never saw brown.<br />Across our Brooklyn backyard<br />vermillion and ochre bricks<br />went zing across my retina.<br /><br />Bless our Montana winters, redeemed<br />by splashes of red-twig dogwoods<br />growing beneath a wash of palest orange,<br />the all-glowing limbs of golden willows.<br />If you were an apprentice<br />in the studio of the angels<br />wouldn’t you whimsically want<br />to wipe out white?<br />I came into this world understanding<br />the connection between monochromatic<br />and monotony.<br />What colors ooze out of you?June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-4196931472770965072007-12-25T12:47:00.000-08:002008-12-09T11:32:52.298-08:00The Rodeo Roper<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmDMFDFnCneyVd9D8UE2VQWoxtg4LKp0Oji1R_IUMr-NXMRnf-CIJR7oPa4OX20p3ns_2f84HAj5uLPUGVC_R149_jA5TOdTA3nSNvpsNlie0D8IXOhc35Ah1SPPuxkxkLoL5c3L6mQ/s1600-h/cowboy2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148016364462536082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnmDMFDFnCneyVd9D8UE2VQWoxtg4LKp0Oji1R_IUMr-NXMRnf-CIJR7oPa4OX20p3ns_2f84HAj5uLPUGVC_R149_jA5TOdTA3nSNvpsNlie0D8IXOhc35Ah1SPPuxkxkLoL5c3L6mQ/s320/cowboy2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pastel 11" x 14"<br /><div></div>June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-17032873709145073022007-12-04T22:20:00.000-08:002007-12-04T22:30:41.239-08:00The World Every Morning<em>As early risers, sometimes we glimpse<br />in the dawn light the three children<br />who seven days a week bring us<br />our newspaper. Three girls, the oldest ten,<br />all wrapped in responsibility.<br />We hear mommy sews. They wear pastel<br />polartec bunny-earred hats<br />around such earnest faces.<br />Especially the oldest,<br />a blue-eyed entrepreneur<br />and surrogate mother of six siblings.<br />Her voice, one of authority in the lower<br />register, a forthrightness that can<br />only come from that variety of pride<br />that grows in families made large<br />for religious reasons.<br /><br />In our vestibule we detain the sisters<br />as we write out a check<br />and figure in a tip. They answer all questions.<br />“Mommy’s expecting again,” they offer.<br />Father sometimes pulls the youngest<br />in a sturdy green plastic wagon these<br />duty-filled mornings, while the other two<br />struggle with sacks across flimsy shoulders<br />as they criss-cross our darkened street<br />thrusting the morning chronicle into<br />metal news boxes as if shoving fists and arms<br />into coat sleeves.<br /><br />Since September 11th, I’ve walked out the front door<br />to retrieve the paper and carried it inside<br />with nary a glance at the headlines.<br />Breakfast has to come first, before the details<br />of a world gone mad. News can curdle even coffee.<br />Borders have dissolved. The latitude and longitude<br />of international worries make up a new map. I wish<br />I could carry the paper as jauntily as they.<br />I can’t hold Montana newspaper carriers<br />responsible for world events, can I ? They’ll<br />always come collecting and leave with a smile.<br />Whatever war we’re waging, the young<br />deliverers seem never to apologize for bringing<br />disasters right up on to our property</em>.June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-41186779188060150172007-11-30T21:14:00.000-08:002008-12-09T11:32:52.471-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-niPoznzX-6ro_xCLYrpoqZ5B54miAiXiheMkB2B6iGWLg4ArpGr3y-FGGVEnu2T2vQFcGPQLY7_ufKtHVm7BYumx-f-fLReGfH6CddBn17rhpn5Jsi9ZZPy4gSxEYQm7Yn6lHlH7A/s1600-r/pink+sky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138868943629139506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwAgZMU2eud20CvAuOdNdxCRlsXoUx5xJXWGC0BfpzGd1wvBtd1g1Mcz2fPWKoCErXCZ5d6va89VR15DhwLsyyieSUHwYCQ7Nu-D6cFsZRgWmysyNI43EULzM2kp9n_hbABQQbVI4loQ/s320/pink+sky.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8874678950936557435.post-7258591815025222242007-11-30T20:29:00.000-08:002007-11-30T20:42:24.163-08:00Morning Song<span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Morning light drizzles over our dormant shapes.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Eyes open fighting not only the new day</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>now threading itself across our blanket</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>but the noises outside our window.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Then one by one you list them</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>by their song, the sounds</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>of the sparrows, the chikadees</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>the buntings to whom you listen</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>with ears that are decoders</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>of the dots and dashes of birds.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>And so I too begin to translate their songs.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>They say true spring mornings never</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>come up silently. They are listening feasts.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>And when I finally achieve an awakening</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>and can identify one warbling white throat</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>you turn and your motion is toward me.</em></span>June Billings Saffordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805452549963300376noreply@blogger.com0