A Site for Keeping Up with the Hartigans
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Sunday, September 02, 2007 GOD MUST LIVE HERE Every year we take the kids to this wonderful world of Art in the Park.The kids at the Art Park 2003 (it's the earliest pic I have)  It's inspiring and wonderous. Within minutes the kids will have gathered pine cones, acorns, sticks, sand, what have you and turned them into some sort of imaginary weapon. They will then act out tales and adventures through the woods, fighting beasties and foe, saving fairies, protecting each other and living, for the moment, in an amazing world of fantasy. Never could you escape more from the world than to spend an afternoon wandering the trails of this park.  This is Mr. Anthony Caponi, and this park is his home. A visit to the park will always find him somewhere doing something. And if should you stumble upon him and ask "Do you ever rest, do you ever stop?" he will reply "From playing?! My dear, why would I ever stop playing?"  And he will always tell you a story. For instance: "My wife, she makes me wear knee pads now. She says "You know, you're not 70 anymore." And presenting you with his most humble smile, return to his art. He doesn't remember me like he used to, but he is to this day one of the most wonderfully inspiring sculptures/artists I've ever met. As I am back to being a "college student" in the field of arts and my first class is sculpting I thought it only fitting to pay tribute to the man and the park that has been an inspiration to both John and myself for many years.  Throughout the Art Park you'll find a numerous works of art. Some clearly placed in the gallaries in the woods,      and some a little more hidden.  So, you must keep your eyes open or you will miss everything that is amazing. After awhile you might find that everything you look at in the park, turns into art. Everywhere you turn the sun, the wind, the trees, everything is a beautiful work of art.    Today we had a guide through the woods. We have no idea what his name was, so we just called him Chuck. In case you can't figure it out, it would be the big black lab that decided we needed guidance.  Every time we seemed to come to a dead end on the trail, Chuck would guide us out. It was rather strange and we questioned his route at times, but it was comforting all the same.  Eventually Chuck left us in favor of lunch, we missed him the rest of the day. There's also a stage at the park, where Shakespear is performed and should there not be a performance at the day and time you are there, feel free to use the stage for your own little performance  The rest of the day       F.Y.I. This is the tree the kids were sitting in in the first pic. It was felled by the storms that blew through here this summer. Kinda sad actually. My Favorite story of the Art Park: I had taken the kids to the Art Park for our annual trip. My middle child, Aron, was 6 at the time and we had spent the day wandering and playing in the trees and woods with many adventures, sword fights with sticks, fairy hunts and tales. At one point the trails in the woods opens to a clearing on top of a large hill. That particular day the lilac and honeysuckle hung thick in the air, a morning rain left a mist that captured every rainbow it could, the grass was thick and green and the trees sang and danced in the breeze. My son walked out onto the top of the hill and gasped "Wow.... God must live here." And the rest of the day was heaven. (And if you know me at all, you understand what this story actually means). So that was our day at the Art Park. If you decide to visit, please make a donation. I think Anthony might need more knee pads. posted by me | 7:36 PM | 0 comments Comments: Post a Comment |
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