The 10th Annual Cherokee Art Market announces the Best of Show and Best of Class award winners; to read the list, click here
On Friday night just before the Saturday/Sunday Cherokee Art Market, directly after my assistant Emily and I set up my booth, we walked around to take a look at the works of other artists in the show. Sure I was interested in the creations of the artists’ work, but I was more intrigued with HOW each individual artist displayed their work. I was drawn to the professional image each one had created within the use of their 10’x10′ space (though others had a 10’x20′ space). Out of 150+ artists’ booths, the following are a few of that I made note:
Because of my name change, many people think I re-married. No, when I divorced I dropped Hudson so I dropped my married name of Hudson and was left with my middle name as my last: Rizal. Yes, I am a direct relative of Jose’ Rizal, the Filipino martyr who inadvertently led the Phillipines to independence of Spanish rule. Jose’ was uncle to my grandmother Patricia Rizal.
Patricia (Rizal) Lampe arrived in Seattle in August 1945. By the U.S. Army, she was guaranteed her husband, Fred Lampe’s West Seattle home when she arrived with their remaining five children. To their surprise Fred’s siblings sold the house as soon as they discovered the news that their brother had died in the Japanese concentration camp in the Phillipines; they did not want the house to be left to the “mucks” or dark-skinned. My grandfather’s family was left homeless.
Eventually destiny would have it that a house in the Capital Hill district was up for sale. Taking pity upon the family, a benefactor friend bought the house for them under contract which the Rizal family eventually paid off.
Though I only visited my grandmother, all my uncles and aunts and cousins and 2nd cousins and other relatives of the Filipino Jewish side on the average once a year since I was 14, I have had many memories in this home. And most recently I spent my last two nights with my 69-year-old cousin and her husband amongst the boxes and boxes of memories.
I witnessed the aged walls cracked as if desiring to speak of all the secrets held within about to be completely demolished and refurbished by the new tenant. The floors creaked at the light weight of my footsteps slipping past the bedrooms of my cousins and my cousins and my cousins. We talked until the wee hours of the morning reminiscing of our parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins over food; always over food we discussed politics. (My father’s side of the family is very political and quite outspoken.)
Letting go of a home due to the inability to keep up with the rising taxes is a real shame. I noticed that many of the older couples who once lived next doors and across the street are no longer; a new generation of kids have shared the block. They are the ones who can afford to pay the mortgage AND the taxes. It is a shame the western culture does not provide a tax break with the consideration to the elderly because many would like to remain in their homes until their death.
My cousin was born and raised in this home 69 years ago, just a year after my Grandmother bought it. Last weekend, with her brother, husband and son, she moved into a 2-bedroom condo on Seattle’s south side. As usual with the Rizal/Lampe/Villaflor/Edwards’ traditional hospitality, she extends an invite for me to come stay whenever I come through Seattle. That hospitality is part of the way things were way before the legacy of the 17th avenue home, and no matter what town or country we live, no matter what house, and no matter what age, or what time in history, it’s the way that hospitality will remain.
With my friend Emily, we drove a straight and narrow 14 hours from Colorado to Oklahoma for my first Cherokee Indian Ar held in Tulsa, Oklahoma. While in Tulsa, I will also be checking out my Tulsa Artist Residency’s new digs still under construction.
Excited to be working with the Alaska Center for the Book and to take part in the Alaska Book Week Celebration with an event here in Juneau. Ernestine even asked if I planned on reading, I better get some poems revised. Hope to see some familiar faces. Download a flyer to post around town anywhere I missed.
Read Local | An Alaska Book Week Celebration
October 10, 2015 | 7:00-9:00 PM | Coppa (917 Glacier Avenue)
Join us for a celebration of Alaska’s books and authors plus an exciting announcement!
More info at www.uas.alaska.edu/ocob
Facebook Event page: https://www.facebook.com/events/1048665185168204/
Ernestine Hayes was born to the Wolf House, Tlingit Kaagwaantaan clan in Alaska at the end of World War II. In Blonde Indian, an Alaska Native Memoir, she weaves reminiscences of her life, stories from her grandmother, Tlingit history, nature writing, and fiction into a testament of the twentieth-century Alaska Native experience and a love song to the land.
In 2007, Blonde Indian received an American Book Award and Honoring Alaska Indigenous Literature award, was named October 2006 Native America Calling Book of the Month, was a finalist for the 2007 Kiriyama Prize and the 2007 PEN Non-fiction Award and is the 2015-16 UAS One Campus, One Book selection. She received her MFA in creative writing and literary arts from the University of Alaska Anchorage and is currently Assistant Professor of English at the University of Alaska Southeast in Juneau.
Carrie Enge has taught English for the last forty years, first in Petersburg, Alaska and later at University of Alaska Southeast. She received her masters in creative writing from University of Alaska limited residency program. Miss Howe, her third grade teacher, told Carrie she should be an author, but it took 60 years to implement the plan. Besides teaching and writing, Carrie has commercial fished, squeezed herring, coached debate, pulled a lot of weeds, and raised two lovely daughters.
Aleria Jensen’s poems and essays have appeared in Orion Magazine, Potomac Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, Tidal Echoes, Camas, Sea Stories,Terrian.org and the 49 Writers Blog. She has work included in the collection Wildbranch: An Anthology of Nature, Environmental, and Place-Based Writing, released in October 2010 by the University of Utah Press. In 2015 her poem, “Soldier’s Station” was selected by The Poems in Place Project of the Alaska Center for the Book for placement at Caines Head State Recreation Area near Seward, AK. She lives in Juneau, Alaska with her partner, six year old son and three year old daughter.
Frank Soos has published two works of fiction: Early Yet, and Unified Field Theory, the 1997 winner of the Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction, and one book of essays, Bamboo Fly Rod Suite. The recipient of grants from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Alaska State Council on the arts, he is professor emeritus of English at the University of Alaska Fairbanks. In 2009 he published, Double Moon: Constructions and Conversations with visual artist Margo Klass. Klass and Soos began their collaboration in 2002. They make their home in Fairbanks, Alaska.
Joan Naviyuk Kane is the author of The Cormorant Hunter’s Wife and Hyperboreal. She has received a Whiting Writer’s Award, the Donald Hall Prize in Poetry, the USA Projects Creative Vision Award, an American Book Award, the Alaska Literary Award, and fellowships from the Rasmuson Foundation, Alaska State Council on the Arts, Alaska Arts and Cultures Foundation, the Native Arts and Cultures Foundation and the School for Advanced Research.
Kane graduated from Harvard College, where she was a Harvard National Scholar, and Columbia University’s School of the Arts, where she was the recipient of a graduate Writing Fellowship. Inupiaq with family from King Island and Mary’s Igloo, she raises her children in Anchorage, Alaska, and is a faculty mentor with the low-residency MFA program at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico.
Under the recent influence of Haiku poets Alan and Donna (Beaver) Pizzarelli, I woke up to my first Haiku poem I have written in over 45 years!
A Time of Reciprocity: Memorial Potlatch
We hold out an empty plate