I asked them (three photographers, including Katherine Newbegin) to come to campus and create a new body of work inspired by what they saw here. After numerous visits to Poughkeepsie and many hours clocked in dorm rooms, classrooms, basements, townhouses, and everywhere else they could think of, the photographs have all been shot. A selection of the resulting photographs will comprise the exhibition Vassar 150 Years Later, which opens in January with the reopening of the Art Center and the kick-off for Sesquicentennial events across campus and beyond.
So says Mary-Kay Lombino, The Emily Hargroves Fisher (Vassar ‘57) and Richard B. Fisher Curator and Assistant Director for Strategic Planning, in an August 11, 2010 post on Vassar’s Francis Lehman Loeb Art Center’s blog (”Behind Closed Doors“).
I couldn’t make it up to Poughkeepsie to see it with my own eyes, but fortunately, there’s a video walk-through available. And it proves that I still love Newbegin’s work, even as it evolves.
I kneed myself in the right eye and nose while entering the Caribbean Sea after being ejected at high speed (”It was spectacular.” — Ady, onlooking Brit, and sometimes-extra on East Enders) from an inflatable yellow device commonly marketed as THE BIG O, which was being pulled by a speed boat (whose velocity was, per the request of Steve, the 23 year old gay Brit with whom I was tubing, rapidly increasing) and had (THE BIG O, that is) prior to the aforementioned ejection, bounced heartily off an uncompromising, take-no-prisoners, You Tawkin To Me? otherwise innocent-looking deep teal wave, the kind that is captured in many oil paintings and hung proudly over sofas by hard-working ‘Murricans who are saving up for a Thomas Kinkade “original”. Now, the real question is, dear blog reader, can I retroactively pass the V-Sit Reach in order to qualify for a Presidential Fitness Award, zero pull-ups or otherwise, using my busted, broken, mug, which will be the recipient of open face surgery on Thursday (an event which I may temporarily refer to as THE BIG O) as evidence of my late-bloomin’ flexibility?
Courageous voyage, indeed, framed in withered ow.
Serious introspection will not appear here, I’m ‘fraid, at least not until I can look at a computer for more than twenty minutes at a time without my one good eye suffering totally major eyeball strain.
