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Don Haggerty    Moods of Ophelia


Blank canvases have always been a fascination to me, and the whole idea of where ideas come from. At one moment something isnít, then suddenly, it is!  Though I donít know where they come from (thatís still a mystery to me), as an artist, I honor their source with a deep sense of gratitude.

Moods of Ophelia, and all the works that comprise this exhibition, began with a simple gift of inspiration passed on to me by a fellow artist. That gift resulted in an oil sketchóOphelia-First Emergenceóthe intention of which was to be the start of a single painting. But as happens now and then, I found myself enjoying the beauty of the sketch just the way it was, so I called it finished and went on to use it as reference for a ďfinishedĒ painting, Ophelia-Reborn.

But it didnít stop there. I became intrigued with the three dominant shapes of the image that had emerged and decided to pursue further variations of that theme. The inspirations that ensued from that first gift of an idea have since become the basis for many paintings and drawings, and have inspired works of sculpture, poetry, music and video as well.

I trust you will experience some of my fascination as you catch glimpses of the path I traveled in producing the art works for this exhibition. I trust too, that in so doing you will share with me in the mystery of inspiration, and perhaps leave with a renewed awareness of your own sources of inspiration and your responses to them. 
(For a virtual exhibition tour, click here.)

-- Don Haggerty

   

      

 

 

How Many Moods?

How many moods, Ophelia?
    Where have you gone to summon them?
A banquet of feelings, a feast of ideas,
    Let me ponder their source.

From a single seed,
    An entire mountain is dressed.
From one morsel,
    A meal of many courses is served.
From a lone canvas,
    A gallery is filled.
From one simple gift,
    An artist is made happy for a long, long time.
 

   

      

 

 

Now. Come.

Once in a while
Something opens up
And Iím invited in.

Come.
Thereís an opening now.
Now. Come.

 

   

     

 

 

What Isnít Is

What isnít there,
    I see most clearly.
What canít be touched,
    I feel most deeply.
What isnít said,
    I speak of mostly.
What canít be can,
    And what isnítÖis.

                                               

 

   

      

 

 

Three Friends

Where have you come from?
Three new friends.
Born of one brush,
One hundred inspirations.

 

   

      

 

 

Who Knows?

Who knows where Iíll go
    Until I go there?
Who knows what Iíll be
    Until I am?

 

   

      

 

 

The Obvious

The Obvious--
Itís my constant companion,
Rushing always to my aid.
Its voice is so loud
I canít hear much else.
I need to find a new friend.

 

   

      

 

 

Footprints

I looked behind
And saw footprints
As far as my eye could see.

 

   

      

 

 

A Knock, a Gift

You knocked on my door
    And I invited you in.
You spoke to me
    And offered your gift.

We spent the whole afternoon
    In conversation.
Then you left your gift
    And departed.

 

   

      

 

 

Memory of Distant Futures

A shadow.
A thought.
A beam of light.
A memory of distant futures,
Returns again
To claim once more
What never was
But will always be.

 

   

      

 

 

Frozen Reeds

Dry, frozen reeds,
Whipped by frigid wind,
Liven the shore with percussion
That would make a Latin band happy,
And any listener warm.

 

   

      

 

 

How Many Times?

How many times
    Must I lose my way?
A hundred.
    Perhaps a thousand.

One painting,
    A hundred turns.
One painting,
    A thousand destinations.

 

   

      

 

 

Play

Nothing to gain.
Nothing to lose.
Of such is made
The joy
And the wonder
Of play.

 

   

      

 

 

I Am

I play,
Therefore I am.

 

   

      

 

 

To Do Over

If I had it to do over,
I probably would.
Or maybe not.

 

   

      

 

 

Tomatoes

My tomatoes grew in the night.
Slowly.

My inspiration came
Like light arriving from a distant star.
Instantly.

 

   

      

 

 

A Secret

I knew a secret.
Now I know three.

 

   

      

 

 

So Easy to Forget

In the middle of a crosswalk,
    Or the middle of the night.
An inspiration is equally
    Easy to forget.

 

   

      

 

 

Collaboration

Paint has a mind of its own,
    As does every artist.

Good things happen
    When the two, at last,
    Willingly collaborate.

Paint canít go it alone.
    Nor can I.

 

   

      

 

 

With Eyes Closed Tight

With my eyes closed tight,
    If I look real hard,
I see colors at last
    That are truly mine.

 

   

      

 

 

Night Sky

As the weather changes.
    So must I.
Bright moon.
    Clouded sky.
        Each one points me the way.

 

   

      

 

 

From the Great Empty Space

From a small piece of emptiness
    Form emerges.
Out of the void
    A figure appears.
From the wide open air
    Something new is born.
From nothing,
From nadda,
From the great empty space,
From such is made an artistís joy.

 

   

      

 

 

Never Say Never

Itís never too late
To never
Say never.

 

   

      

 

 

Oneís Very Own

For an artist,
There are few events
To match the arrival
Of oneís very own,
Very real,
Aha!

 

   

      

 

 

All That Work

All that work.
And I could have been watching TV.

 

   

                

     

                

     

                

     

      

 

 

The Well

I peered into a well and wondered
How I might draw from its waters.
Then I saw myself
Reflected, peering back, full.

 

   

      

 

 

Every Color Makes a Sound

Every color makes a sound.
Listen.
Closely.

As do twinkling stars.
As does a loverís gaze.
Listen.
The colors sing.

 

   

      

 

 

Cosmic Proportions

Even a square inch of canvas
Contains revelations of cosmic proportions.

 

   

      

 

 

Precarious Work

The process of art making
Is nothing more
Than a series of creations,
And destructions,
And eventual recoveries.

 

   

         

 

 

The Moment

In a moment
    --A split moment of a moment--
An inspiration flashes itself
    Upon my world.

In that moment of a moment,
    My world is changed.
Imagination is fueled,
    And another work is born.

 


 

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Ophelia--First Emergence
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
   
Ophelia--Portals
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
 
   
Ophelia--Cartograph
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
 
   
Ophelia--Islands
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
 
    Ophelia--Ripple Effect
Ball point pen on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Rectangle, Triangle, Circle
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
 
    Ophelia--Reposed
Oil bar on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Infinite Return
Oil bar on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Offspring
Oil bar on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Winter
Red conte on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Split Horizons
Oil and tempera on hardboard  7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Ad Lib I
Ball point pen on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Ad Lib II
Sharpie on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Ad Lib III
Ball point pen on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Ad Lib IV
Sharpie on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Three Revelations
Oil bar on hardboard  7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Three Stones
Three stones on gessoed hardboard  panel 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Apparition
Acrylic house paint on canvas  24" x 36"
    Ophelia--Experimental Music
Acrylic on canvas  24" x 36"
    Ophelia--Night Sky
Galvanized steel, brass rods, acrylic paint, wood base
8 1/8"H  x 10"W x 3 1/2"D
    Ophelia--Inner Space
Galvanized steel, brass rods, acrylic paint, wood base
11"H  x 16"W x 4"D
    Ophelia--Extracted Forms
Galvanized steel, brass rods, acrylic paint, wood base
10 5/8"H  x 16"W x 4 3/8"D
    Ophelia--Bent Planes
Galvanized steel, brass rods, acrylic paint, wood base
16 3/8"H  x 9 1/8"W x 9 1/8"D
    Ophelia--Floating Planes and Angles
Galvanized steel, brass rods, acrylic paint, wood base
12 1/2"H  x 19"W x 4"D
    Ophelia--Planes and Angles Abstraction I
Charcoal on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Planes and Angles Abstraction II
Charcoal on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--Planes and Angles Abstraction III
Charcoal on paper 7.5" x 9.5"
    Ophelia--The Cleansing
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
    Ophelia--Currents
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
    Ophelia--Cosmos
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
 
    Ophelia--Blue Porcelain on Black
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"
    Ophelia--Reborn
Oil on canvas  24" x 36"