Overwhelmed…

Crowds of people and public settings can quite often be taxing on my mind and body. While preparing for the gallery reception, I spent a lot of time working clay and mixing paints. Another form of preparation came from within. I knew that in showing my work I would not only be surrounded by my art displays, but also by people. Having great apprehension regarding this fact, I spent a lot of reflective time readying myself for that social toll. My resolve was to physically immerse myself in the event, while distracting my mind with calming imagery. This was my well-constructed plan for my mind and body. In plotting the situation, I overlooked one important factor… My heart… I cannot adequately convey the feeling of love that filled that crowded gallery on March 16^th. As the door to the gallery opened repeatedly, I was greeted with countless friends, family members, and clients who all offered up such love and encouragement. Despite the fact that the small gallery was overwhelmingly packed wall to wall with people all evening, there was no need for me to escape into a quiet place in my mind because my heart reminded me that, “all that is in this crowded room is love”. Special thanks to all of you who attended the show and made it such a successful event.

This show will be open until the middle of April. 10% of art sales for Janelle Call Davis will go to Koins for Kenya (a non-profit organization, helping build schools in Africa) www.koinsforkenya.org

Gallery Show: Exhibition: March 16 - April 16 ....... Opening Reception: Friday, March 16, from 6 - 9pm.

The “Waking Up To Life” pottery and

art exhibition by Janelle Call Davis

offers a refreshing perspective of what

beauty surrounds us when we simply

open our eyes.

You are invited to attend

the opening reception

Friday, March 16, from 6 - 9pm.

Artist Reception to be held in conjunction with the Salt Lake City Gallery Stroll

www.gallerystroll.org

10% of art sales will go to Koins for Kenya

(a non-profit organization helping schools in Africa)

Exhibition: March 16 - April 16, 2012

Charley Hafen Gallery

1409 South 900 East

Salt Lake City, UT 84105

Mon-Fri •12p-7p

Sat •10a-2p

www.charleyhafen.com

http://artistsofutah.org/15Bytes/index.php/waking-up-to-life-charley-hafen-jewelers/

The Youthful Dreams of Mother Goose

The Real Mother Goose…

My Grandmother taught me my Nursery Rhymes. She playfully injected my childhood with rhymes and stories that filled my mind with such creative life. “Grandma Goose” was my advocate for all things young, simple, imaginative, and innocent. She hosted great tea parties, laughed with a contagious cackle, made tremendous blanket forts, ran a children’s clothing shop on Main Street in Bountiful Utah (Appropriately named “The Mother Goose Shop”), hummed silly little tunes, encouraged creative art projects and experiments, and always had a hug for me when I needed one. Grandma Goose gave me a great introduction into how potentially beautiful and happy life can be. I think that is why I still daydream and seek out the blissful qualities of childhood. I know that she has felt tremendous heartache in her life, but she has always found a way to let happiness in. My Grandma Goose isn’t as young as she used to be, but she still hums and smiles at life. While I don’t sit on her lap and listen to her stories anymore; she does ask me for my stories and intently listens to me while I explain the symbolism of my latest works of art. I hope she knows that one of the main reasons why I am able to creatively tell my stories on clay is because of her inspiring influence. Thank you Grandma Goose for telling me such great stories and always making me feel like a talented and wonderful freckle-faced kid!

Pots For Amazing People

"Her Memory Lane"
This piece was made for a compassionate woman that longs for the old sunflower covered path of her youth. Despite the fact that such old country roads are becoming more and more extinct, she holds the simplicity and bliss of it in her heart. This poem frequently came to my mind as I worked the clay and I thought about this loving lady and her quiet lane in Idaho.

Robert Frost (1874–1963). The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I prefer the one less traveled by too... It does make all the difference...


"Not Afraid To Get Dirty"
This pot was made for a rad girlie that is always up for an adventure whether it is on her bike or at the top of a ski slope.




"Tree Of Life"
This pot was made for an incredible family that seeks out the good, happy, and pure things in life.