Florence Putterman          

  is an artist with an

  international reputation. 

  With homes in Florida

  and Pennsylvania, she

  exhibits around the

  world.  I’ve been lucky

  to know her for years

  (in past lives we've

  golfed together)

  and I’ve enjoyed

  many stages of

  her work. 


  It was my recent good

  fortune to chat with

  Florence at her 2006

  show at Washington’s

  Gallery 10 and to make

  some notes toward a

  poem. This time I

  interacted with gallery

  visitors—so different

  from an earlier year

  when I spent

  a rainy afternoon alone

  in a Putterman exhibit

  at Susquehanna   


  where “Blue Ladies

  and Elephants”

  led to




  A visit to GALLERY 10 for art by Putterman                   

                           (featuring NUMINOUS LEGENDS)


   I look foolish in Gallery 10 sitting

  in a director’s chair in the middle of a room.

  Others walk in front of me as I jot on a pad

  some words that might work in a poem. 

  These interrupters apologize—I say, No need,

  your blocking movement gives me space

  to write a word.    Someone asks, What word?

  I cannot say—each one I find is a small

  shadow fragment of the paintings on the wall. 



  who says she is a dancer walks before me.

  I ask her, Tell me what you see.  Her eyes

  go first to crimson curves—yes, I said, the scythe

  and the seven.  And then, of course, the central fish,

  its nearby bird—each curving to a point,

  each studded with side-head eye with discrete view. 

  Linking diverse visions is what artists do.


  The dark whimsy of etchings in the next room

  whispers images of Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear—

  the dancer is held by ENCOUNTER(S) AT SEA

  and I want to take YEAR OF THE COMET home with me—

  frog dog polliwog . . . girl with hat and hope and telescope . . .


  NUMINOUS LEGENDS grabs and holds:  this painting

  scintillates sky-wide—sapphire, peacock, cobalt, indigo—

  much and many blues.  My awe gives meaning to numinous:

  I speechless stare at beach dreamscapes in sprawl as they enfold

  a shark’s tooth, a rat, a lost boy.  I blink and gaze again—

  beach balls burst into chaos of summer.  Such a tangle

  of exuberance.   Joy undone and found again in turbulence.


                                                        JoAnne Growney    July 2006


 Link to Pandemonium and "Blue Ladies and Elephants"

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Numinous Legends

acrylic/sand/canvas  2004

  by Florence Putterman