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Vlasta Smola Art

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Vlasta Smola has made art the fabric of her life. After moving to the United States to receive her MA in Communication Arts, she had a brief corporate career in marketing and graphic design. Her true passion was rooted in the fine arts, however, and before long she found her painting aspirations reignited. In St. Petersburg, Fl you may find Vlasta’s art at Soft Water Gallery

Through her artwork she seeks to create examples of modern mythology, exploring the dualities of the conscious and unconscious states. But always, there is beauty. Its power, its mystery, its complete denial of common sense captivates Smola, and she, in turn must capture it on her canvas. 

Though she studied figure drawing, character illustration, and fashion illustration at the Art Institute of Chicago, Vlasta’s remarkable painting skills are almost entirely self-taught. She developed her techniques through trial and error, and though Smola works mainly in acrylic, the skills she taught herself are ones generally employed by oil painters. Meticulously building her colors in loose washes using hair-thin brushes, she spends hours upon hours weaving visual narratives in the minutest detail. 

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We set out to learn more about this talented, compelling artist. 

What does magical realism mean to you, and what is it about that style of painting that resonates with you? 

Despite including certain magic elements, magical realism is generally different from fantasy because it uses a substantial amount of realistic detail and employs magical or dreamlike elements to make a point about reality. I employ magical realism to transform reality ever so subtly, in a way that blurs the line between reality and imagination. Many of my paintings often explore a dream-conscious state, designed to increase a depth of perception and develop a poetic world view. 

You have traveled extensively: Do these experiences influence your work, and if so, in what ways?

I grew up in Soviet controlled Ukraine, so I had little first-hand experience with free expression and the wider art world. My initial journey across Europe after graduating from university in Ukraine gave me the chance to directly experience the world masterpieces that shaped modern culture and civilization. In particular, the beauty of Spanish nature and its immeasurable cultural heritage have had an undeniable impact on my choices for years to come. During my time in Spain, I decided to learn Spanish as my third foreign language — which brought me to “Como Agua Para Chocolate” (Like Water For Chocolate) by Laura Esquivel. This in turn led me to discovering and joining the world of magical realism from Latin-America’s Gabriel García Márquez and Isabel Allende to Japan’s Haruki Murakami…to my artwork. 

How does it feel to finish a painting? Are you immediately ready to dive into the next one, or do you need a little time to reflect and regroup afterwards?

The truth is, normally, I don’t feel that I have finished my painting. There’s always something that can be developed or improved, I just know that I must stop, eventually. The next painting starts long before I put the blank canvas on the easel. I always have concepts developing, intentionally or in the back of my mind, for a few paintings at the same time. So many ideas, so little time! 

Are there autobiographical elements in your paintings, and if so, are you willing to share how you reveal yourself in them?

Yes, every painting is a self-portrait one way or another. It’s about my aspirations, sentiments, hopes, desires, some secret. I guess I even choose my models somewhat like my physical type. I paint what I know and what I love, dance, swim, fashion, and with a bit of magic, the familiar elements help me create new allegories and stories. 

Birds are a recurring theme in many of your paintings. Do they hold particular significance for you, and if so, what do they symbolize? 

Throughout history, birds have been viewed as animals of special value and have been endowed with meanings often drawn from legends and stories that have endured over many generations. They have been used in folklore and poetry to allegorically portray human flaws and virtues. Birds lend themselves easily to the idea of magical realism, they are considered omens both for good and ill, and are sometimes thought to be the messengers of the gods. To me they symbolize unbridled freedom, harmony, nobility, bravery, hope, wisdom, and even mystery. Who hasn’t dreamed of flying? 

Which artist(s) most inspire you, and what is it specifically about their work that you admire? 

I would say Pre-Raphaelites, particularly John Everett Millais. Their love of nature, their masterful rendering of profound human emotions, and their sharp-focus technique of showing every tiny detail inspire me. One of the techniques that I often use was developed by Millais, painting in thin glazes of pigment over a wet white ground in the hope that the colors would retain jewel-like transparency and clarity. Additionally, through the works of the Pre- Raphaelite Brotherhood and their references, one can learn a lot about literature and history. 

Are there any subjects or styles of painting that you have not yet explored and would like to? 

Most of my paintings are done in acrylic on canvas, I have also worked extensively with watercolors. The medium that I have shied away from until recently is oils, mostly due to the long time they take to dry. Water, waves, and the underwater world fascinate and daunt me as a painter. It is my goal to learn to “go with the flow” and get more confident painting the shape-shifting fluidity of water. 

Beyond creating a beautiful image, what drives the narratives of your paintings? Do all of your paintings contain a back story? 

The ideas for my paintings come from the experiences that I have lived, from the books that I have read, even from the dreams that I have had. Sometimes, they kind of break free from me and develop by themselves as I start painting. So, yes, my paintings all contain a story. 

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    An Impressionistic Ode to Tombolo Books

    Geographically, a tombolo is the sand bar and gravel that connects an island to the mainland or connects two islands. If it were punctuation, it would be a hyphenated dash as hybrid as a bird, the lyric between sentenced bodies, a landline matchmaker that links the head to the spine, book spines. Tombolo Books, open daily, vowel powered. Made of identity repair kits, made of caught feelings, made of pronouns. If we place it in the local community and conjugate it, it becomes a verb, a vein of literary activism, the new merger between genre and gender, an ampersand as fluid as Florida. Continuous flow, a flipbook thumbing the illusion of zine mileage. A tom-tom, Tombolo. Rudiments defying definitions, rhythm-meaning, mood. Lo and behold, Tom-tombolo, double carrier of the sacred om. Tote bags of lit chat to nourish the temperament, micro and flash. As one of the ways to prepare a face to meet the faces, they say gay, the entire universe in an author’s photo. Tombolo, Tombolo, Tombolo, the dream-drumming begins.

    A woman is reading a book in the library.

    I found the sculpture of the perfect reader, face in a book, sitting on a bench. Without announcing its author, the book cover attracted the camera. A serif font posed with a dingbat. Freedom cloaked in form; the spell is cast in rows.  From a manuscript, a book is born. An ageless page-turner, pitch perfect as the playlist of staff picks. Mutual as co-worker affection, Sula be with Mama Z but only in the remix. Snapshot, shutter. Alsace is a wandering star. Serena, love knotted. Nicole has more divine rivals than lessons for survival. The heaven and earth grocery story is the reason Candace protects Inkslingers. There, there, Amanda, all ministries emancipate time.  Fangs for Mekhala, the Soul Sista of sloth. From flowers, fresh water for Kelsey. Bluesy as August, Ryan’s crowd behaves. Rachel, chorus in throat, opens to the lives of church ladies. A Sagittarian on the cusp of nothing but can-do, Tombolo will celebrate its five-year anniversary in December.

    O Tombolo, thou art a gypsy in an alley between caffeinated bell ringers, Esmeralda’s kicked tambourine, her ballet of reading groups, her new and noteworthy variation on the romance of self-blame. No boiled moto just Tombolo, the first tomboy to survive Amazon’s barcode of tombs. Marquee of bell jars, blackboard of Book Clubs, all the thrills and chills of magical thinking, the horror and fantasy twins. No need to run the voodoo down again, just Google the origin story. Mom and Pop swallowed whole by the Zeitgeist Petting Zoo, way above bright Bethlehem, another Moravian descendent making its mythological debut. Every cartographer without a library card makes mistakes, but a good bookstore is reconfigured by community. Tombolo is a nurturing nest, nerd hip but not overly academic, the vibe of the village not the university. A bookstore within a place for storytelling within several bold tomorrows. A smart playground for kids assigned the role models of Mother Wit. All the otherworldly mic drops are here, the ones with picture books destined for bio pics: Barbie, Princess Diana, Barack Obama, Wonder Woman, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Barbara Streisand, Kamala Harris, Taylor Swift, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Dolly Parton, Beyonce, Questlove, Frida Kahlo, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Super Mario, and Brittney Griner. Long before the red pill, blue pill and black pill, there was the pharmacy of the printing press. After that, bookworms burrowing into aspirin cotton. Somewhere the fat condo known as the contemporary bestseller is serenading a lonely shoreline, Indie now and next. In the horn section of a band with chakras like chapters, Tombolo, is the big horn, the trombone. In Sanskrit, Bolo, to sing out!

    Home of the pointed pencil lens, populated by perspective, trade paperback or cloth, the imagination can become anything at Tombolo: podcast troubadour, over-the-counter influencer, voice. We are what we eat but reading feeds what we think.  If a non-reader wanders in, quick glance through the window, something stirs the sensibility, some whirl of worlds, patiently percussive, the incantation of Tombolo’s magnetic inventory, another book recommendation, adhesive as hearsay, the soft chant that bends a customer’s ear. Depth of feeling. For those who love bookstores of any kind, and those beginning to dive into the complex wholeness of our changing humanity (as well as the simple joys of just reading for pleasure), Tombolo Books is a Wonderland Oz, a Fahrenheit antidote, a ban lift of reading rainbows and fierce umbrella chandeliers. Thought note to ode, ode to praise song, praise song to coda, every prideful purchase a paper blank tree planted in paradise. Books, Books, Books. Like Moby Dick in the Metaverse, call me Lot Bot M the Messenger. Tombolo deserves a word tantrum, a gigantic anthem. And they. And them. Stop by, stay a while, anagram the Sci-Fi fabulous grammar. Tool bomb the mob loot, surrender!

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    “Florida Hustle” By Paul Wilborn

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    A man in a suit sitting on the ground.

    Paul Wilborn’s new novel, Florida Hustle, is set in the world of cheap 1980s slasher films.  In the opening chapter, aspiring horror filmmaker Michael Donnelly, 17, gets a limo ride to his favorite video store “Horror Time Video.

    Excerpt:

    Closing his eyes, Michael conjured his establishing shot:

    EXT. – Palm Beach – Day

    Tight on a long black Cadillac cruising streets as smooth as alabaster. The camera pulls back, the B/G music soft but with a steady beat. The limo’s graphite-gray windows give away no secrets as it glides past rigid hedges, putting-green lawns and coquina-colored privacy walls. 

    A title card superimposes over the action for five seconds:

    Palm Beach January 1982

    The shot pulls back as the limo makes a left onto a four-lane avenue, lined with coconut palms, the east and west traffic divided by a lushly landscaped median. Small knots of extras – costumed in pastels and carrying shopping bags – sashay along wide sidewalks, lined with shops and restaurants that wouldn’t be out of place on the Italian Riviera.

    Roll main titles as the limo crosses an ornate, old-world drawbridge. On the west side of the bridge, the tone shifts from The Great Gatsby to Serpico. The buildings along the waterfront are shiny and solid, but the downtown beyond is all for-rent signs and empty storefronts. A bleary-eyed drunk, rousing himself from an inset doorway, raises a bony finger as the limo turns north onto an urban thoroughfare thick with cars headed somewhere else. 

    Hold on a final card: “A film by Michael Donnelly.

    “Stop!” Michael shouted from the back.  

    The driver dutifully stomped the brake, tossing the aspiring 17-year-old auteur off the leather backseat and onto the floor, as other drivers shouting curses and pounding horns – dodged around the suddenly stationary limo.

    Michael had snapped out of his film reverie just as the Cadillac passed a strip center housing Larry’s Discount LiquorsSoap and Suds 24-hour Laundry Palace and Horror Time Video, its picture window painted black and plastered with posters for Friday The 13th, Halloween, The Omen II and a dozen more blood-soaked titles.

    “Sorry about that.” the driver said, calmly looking over his shoulder at the empty back seat. “You okay?”

    “Fine,” Michael whispered, from the black-carpeted floor. “But you passed it.”

    “Don’t worry kid,” he said. “I got this.”

    The man at the wheel, Randy Stewart, was currently a resident of the Donnelly’s pool house. He was Alex Donnelly’s best friend, tennis instructor and the bass player   in Alex’s Tuesday night jam sessions. He also drove the limo when the regular driver was off.  At 39, Randy’s tight curls had gone salt-and-pepper, but he still looked like an athlete – tanned and muscled, and always dressed in tennis whites and sneakers. A ranked player in the early 70s, Randy was most famous for a U.S. open quarterfinal when Ilie “Nasty” Nastase frisbee’d a racket at his head. POTENTIAL CUT

    While he was still an excellent tennis player, Randy was a terrible driver. To get back to Horror Time Video, he attempted a U-turn that immediately blocked all four lanes. As more horns blared, the limo bumped over a curb into a motel parking lot. Randy’s driving mantra was “speed trumps safety.” so he didn’t bother to check for oncoming cars when he bounced back over the curb onto the highway, setting off another round of horns, screeching tires and angry shouts. Michael pulled himself up off the black-carpeted floor and back onto the leather seat. 

    Punching the gas pedal, Randy made a hard right into the strip center parking lot. Too fast now, he again slammed on the brake, sending Michael tumbling off the seat a second time.  When the limo finally stopped, the chrome grill was extended across the front sidewalk, two feet from Horror Time’s poster-filled picture window.

     “Jeez, sorry, kid.” Randy said, seconds later, as he held open the back door and stared inside at the boy on the floor. “Let me help you up.”

    Michael waved him away. 

    Stepping back, Randy watched a gawky mantis of a kid, with a spiky mass of brown hair, unfold from the car, his bony six-foot frame swathed in black jeans and a gray Psycho Killer T-shirt.

    “You okay?” Randy asked, pulling out a pack of Salems.

    I’ll live.” Michael said, already striding toward the store and not looking back. 

    Randy lit a cigarette, leaning back against the driver’s door as he exhaled.

    “Take your time, Mike,” he said. “I got all day.” POTENTIAL CUT

    The wooden front door of Horror Time Video was hidden behind a life-size black and white cutout of Boris Karloff’s Frankenstein.  Pushing the door open set off Horror Time’s version of a door chime, a woman’s terrified SCREAM!

    Pausing inside the door, Michael sniffed the store’s acrid bouquet of mold and burnt wicks. Ray, the owner, favored ambiance over commerce, so his horror video store was lit by thirty-six candles flickering atop a half-dozen Liberace-style candelabras set on tables around the low-ceilinged room, the tarnished bases gloved in pleated jackets of wax. Stepping from a sun-washed Florida day into this shadowy den, Michael felt like he was nervously descending a basement staircase in The House On Haunted Hill.

    God, he loved this place!

    He picked up one of the silver, baton-style flashlights Ray provided for customers on a table by the door, the pale beam revealing racks of VHS boxes garish with Godzillas, teen-agers from outer space, and masked slashers waving hatchets or machetes. Poster board knives, dangling from strings, pointed out Horror Time’s various specialty sections, each blade marked with a jagged, hand-lettered inscription: CORMAN, HITCHCOCK, WHALE, 5Os SCI-FI, SLASHERS, VAMPIRES, WITCHES AND WARLOCKS, JAPAN’S FINEST and more.

    Michael bypassed the video racks, heading directly to the checkout desk in the back. Ray had called the day before saying he’d located “something I know you’re going to really like. I got it all wrapped up for you.”

    Ray Villadonga, a horror film savant, who appeared to be gestating triplets under his grimy T-shirts, was the closest thing Michael had to a friend. Crystal Donnelly had home-schooled her son, and until her untimely exit, she had been his main companion and confidant. Now, except for occasional trips to a mall movie complex or Horror Time Video, where he and Ray jousted for hours over arcane bits of horror movie history, Michael was at the drafting desk in his bedroom, sketching out storyboards for the fright films he was certain would catapult him from Palm Beach to Hollywood.

    A toad-like teenage clerk, his cheeks dotted with fresh constellations of acne, hunkered on a stool behind a blood-red counter reading the latest Conan the Barbarian by flashlight The clerk hadn’t looked up when the door SCREAMED. He didn’t notice the restless customer idling in front of him. 

    “How much for that one?” Michael finally asked, his flashlight focused on the promo poster for the upcoming Slasher High, featuring the screaming face of Dawn Karston, the film’s blonde teenage star.

    The clerk’s head made a lazy swivel, following Michael’s flashlight beam to the wall behind the counter. He quickly returned to his comic.

    “Not for sale.”

    “But I want to buy it.”

    Setting his own flashlight on the counter, the clerk closed his comic book with feigned care, taking a long breath before looking up.

    “You can want to buy it, but you can’t.  It’s not for sale.  The movie isn’t out until next week. We got old posters in the corner.”  The kid nodded in that direction before going back to Conan the Barbarian. He didn’t see Michael pull a fat roll of cash from his pocket, but his head jerked up when Michael slapped a fifty hard on the counter. 

    “I want to buy that one.”

    It’s not….”

    Another fifty slammed down.

    The clerk aimed his flashlight at the bills, just to be sure. Then, setting the glowing baton back on the counter, his hand crept crab-like toward the bills, thick digits fluttering briefly above the face of Ulysses S. Grant. The decision didn’t take long. His hand came down on the crisp fifties, sliding them back across the counter and into the pocket of his jeans.

     “You want me to roll it up in a tube?  Or what?”

    “Yes. In a tube.  Did my order come in?”

    “Who are you?”

    “Look under the name Bava.  Mario Bava.  Where’s Ray? Or Tony? They know me here.”

    The clerk searched under the counter and came back with a VHS tape, wrapped in a sheet of lined notebook paper with “BAVA” scrawled on it. Snapping the rubber band that held it and crumpling the paper wrapper, the clerk shined his flashlight on a video box for Bay of BloodCollector’s Edition.  On the cover, a screaming woman, the tops of her breasts breaking the surface of a bloody pool, was about to be stabbed in the throat by a curved blade wielded by an unseen attacker. There, just below the title, was the director’s credit:  Una pelicula de Mario Bava.

    The clerk lowered the video box and shined his light in Michael’s face. 

    “You don’t look like a Mario to me.  You made these movies?”

    Looking away from the light, Michael pushed a hand through his unruly hair. He couldn’t believe this. 

    “Let’s just say I’m a fan.” he said, reaching out. “Can I have it now?”

    The clerk aimed the light back at the blood red cover.  

    “So who is this Mario guy?”

    “He’s the goddamn Fellini of gore!” Michael almost shouted, as he reached out again for the tape.  “Can I have it now, please?”

    “Hmmm.” The clerk hummed, turning the box over and reading the back. “Never heard of him.”

    “How’d you get this job?” Michael barked, his patience gone.  “This is Horror Time Video, right? Bava’s the father of modern horror. There’s a knife with his name on it right over there. Friday the 13th was a direct rip-off of Bay of Blood.”

    “Yeah, Friday the 13th was cool.” the clerk said, still eyeing the back of the box.

    “No. It wasn’t,” Michael shouted. “It was shit.  Does Ray know you work here?”

    “You mean, Uncle Ray?” the clerk asked, holding the box out to Michael.  “Yeah, he knows.”

    Florida Hustle, released by St. Petersburg Press, is available locally at Tombolo Books and Book + Bottle.

    Louis Markoya Show at Imagine Museum Extended

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    Imagine Deeper: Into and Beyond Your Dreams is a special exhibition featuring the works of multidisciplinary artist, Louis Markoya. As a protege of Salvador Dali, Markoya’s works embody the surreal, melding elements of classical art with innovative optical technology and mathematics. In this exhibition, Markoya seamlessly intertwines his utilization of fractals in form creation with his profound exploration of the concept of infinity, weaving together intricate patterns that reflect the boundless depths of the human psyche. All artworks are available for purchase.

    Louis Markoya Show extended – Due to overwhelming popularity, my show at the IMAGINE Museum has been extended to the end of the year. To celebrate the extension and to try to get previous visitors to return I have executed a new masterwork.

    Louis Markoya art

    The new work represents a leap in technology and is the largest lenticular to be designed and executed by myself. It is not only larger and deeper, but more intricate and utilizes transparent layers in the design, something almost impossible to execute in a lenticular.

    The image, titled IMAGINE: Peace aims to inspire not only the artist in all but the freedom and exhilaration in the emotions felt in it.

    Please stop by Imagine Museum to see the most advanced 3D anywhere.

    Luis Markoya nude

    Louis Markoya Show extended!

    Louis Markoya is a mixed media multidisciplinary artist and former protege of the Master Surrealist Painter Salvador Dali. Initially trained as an engineer, Markoya did not find his calling in art until the 1970s when he encountered Dali’s works.

    In his current studio practice, Markoya adeptly utilizes his comprehension of optical technology, mathematical principles, and artistic classicism to delve into the depths of the human mind.

    Thank you

    Louis Markoya – Webpage

    The Jazz Legends Who Play On

    A lifelong Love of Music

    You can hear them nearly every Monday evening at the Hanger with the Al Downing Jazz Band. Three senior jazz musicians, for whom, as John Lamb succinctly says “There is only music. It’s all air.” And that’s how they sound, as easy as breathing, time standing still as the Hanger fills with the magic of the greats they often played with in the past. For the Jazz legends St Pete.

    If you want to get a seat, best arrive early, maybe at 6pm October to April when the Snowbirds are back, the price of admission being your purchase of some of the best food on the beach, airplanes in the distance taking off and landing thrown in for free. 

    They play with the band from 7-9. Anyone can sign up and get a spot with the band, the composition of which changes as the night goes on.  

    Make sure you are early, if you are like us and want a front row table where you can physically almost be part of the music, absorbing it into your pores. And you get a closer look, seeing their instruments, hinting at the stories of where they have been, worn and etched like themselves: catching the subtilis as they communicate through nods, glances and memories.

    John Lamb (90) plays the standing bass, and like his instrument is the heartbeat of the group, his fingers dancing across the strings, coaxing out the deep resonant notes that anchor the band. He provides the walking basslines that outline the harmony and provide the foundation for the tunes, while giving it the rhythmic drive we all sense as the swing and the groove. 

    Born in Vero Beach John started playing the tuba as a child. Like the other musicians we are highlighting, his career started in the forces in a military band. When the band’s usual bass player did not show up he filled in, the tuba giving him the “feel” to pick up the string bass quickly, a perfect match. He went on to tour with Duke Ellington in 1964 for three years, appearing on sixteen discs, one of them with Ella Fitzgerald.

    Andy Foertach (80) leans into his trombone, the slide going effortlessly as it has for seventy years, providing harmonic depth to the band, often playing chords and counter melodies that compliment the main theme. Like the others, it’s much more than solos. He travels to his native Chicago yearly and is active in the music scene there. “Music makes me come alive – that feeling – you know.” he says “Lots of new young players have a lot of chops, but no soul. You must play with feeling – deep into your soul.”  He still practices hours every day, working continually to improve.

    Charlie Robinson (82) joins the group with his vintage guitar, fingers gliding over the fretboard picking out the melody. He too provides the chordal accompaniment, known as “comping”  His musical life has been what most of us imagine a musician to be, on the road constantly, going gig to gig. “Jazz, once you get into it it’s addictive. Follows you through life.” And what a life it’s been crossing America with jazz and R&B groups, playing the Apollo in New York City, Regal in Chicago and Howard Theatre in Washington, DC, and with a major influence, Winton Marsallis in Atlanta.

    The Al Downing Tampa Bay Jazz Association sponsors the Monday Night Jazz Jam, hosted by Dwayne White. It is involved in bringing jazz to young people through playing in schools and bursaries. There is a place on their website where you can sign up to play, and another which tells you about “Jazz in Our Area.” If you go to a Monday night Jam be sure to talk to Downing’s daughter, Alvinette Downing McCleave, who attends every week, especially if you would like to help out. 

    Al Downing (1916-2000) was very influential in our community. He was a Tuskegee airman, the first African-American Commissioner of the St. Petersburg Housing Authority, taught music at Gibbs High School and the St. Petersburg College Clearwater campus, and was the first African-American to play in the St. Petersburg Symphony Orchestra

    “Jazz is freedom. You think about that.” – Thelonious Monk

    Seeds of Inspiration Take Root at Brenda McMahon Gallery in Gulfport

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    Ceramic artist and gallery owner of Brenda McMahon Gallery in Gulfport, Brenda’s transformative five-week residency in Vallauris, France this summer offered her the opportunity to dive into work she says has been simmering inside for more than a decade. On Friday, October 4th, McMahon will unveil the first fruits of her residency at Inspirations from France: The Seeds of Vallauris Take Form, a breathtaking exhibition that marks her first solo show in her acclaimed namesake gallery. The event lasts from 6-9 pm at Brenda McMahon Gallery and will serve as the centerpiece of a monthlong fundraiser in support of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

    “Vallauris is where the seeds of my sculptural work were given time and attention, the creative equivalent of sun and water,” says McMahon. “What began to take form in my French atelier is being cultivated and refined, here in my Gulfport studio. It’s an honor to share my creative vision to help benefit a wonderful cause like breast cancer awareness.”

    This will be the third consecutive year that Brenda McMahon Gallery applies its creative resources to assist those working to raise awareness and support of breast cancer awareness, prevention, and survivors during Breast Cancer Awareness Month. As it has done since 2021, the gallery and its participating artists will donate 10% of the proceeds from all gallery sales for the month to the breast cancer awareness and prevention movement. This year’s partner recipient is the Sonia Plotnick Health Fund.

    “We must be vigilant, as these are our sisters, mothers, friends and community, adds McMahon. “We know when women work together, the world changes and we want to be a part of that change.” 

    McMahon’s saggar-fired vessels and sculptural wall art is featured in public and private fine art collections across the country. Her new work is explorative, and followers of her work eagerly await her new show.

    Says McMahon of Brenda McMahon Gallery in Gulfport: “My new work is exploring 3 directions, sculptural vessels as well as figurative expressions. I understand this is the beginning, an opening which I have given myself permission to nurture.  A year from now, the work will be yet another lineage of the seeds of Vallauris.”

    A painting of people walking down the street

    About the organization:

    The Sonia Plotnick Health Fund provides financing to pay for women’s mammograms and breast cancer treatments as well as many other overall healthcare needs. The SPHF, named after Gulfport resident and lesbian activist Phyllis Plotnick’s mother who died of breast cancer in 1964, was established in 1997 and has served over 1,000 women and provided more than $220,000 in healthcare grants to women.

    DRV Gallery in Gulfport Florida to Open its Third Season of Creative Excellence

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    In just two years, DRV Gallery in Gulfport Florida has become a destination for art lovers throughout the state. Through monthly artist showcases and live musical performances, emerging and professional artists have been introduced to the local arts scene, and the gallery’s monthly artist-led workshops have opened the possibilities of art to all comers.

    “My vision for the gallery in our third season is to enrich the experiences of our current customers and to gain the affection of art lovers who have not visited us yet.” says gallery owner and award-winning painter Deserie Valloreo.

    On Friday, October 4th, from 5:30 – 8:30 PM, DRV Gallery will launch its third season with Journey into Art, a solo exhibition of works by painter David Hosler, alongside live music by multi-instrumentalist Jim Gilmour and drummer Joey Interrante. The event is free and open to the public.

    Hosler is known throughout the region as the owner of Seven C Music, a St. Petersburg-based guitar specialty shop that hosts live concerts by renowned performers throughout the year. He spent much of the 1980s and 1990s playing lead guitar for numerous touring bands, and in 2005, began drawing, an initial foray into visual arts that has manifested as a body of drawings and paintings that can now be found in collections throughout the state.

    The show comes as Hosler is again expanding his creative oeuvre, this time producing a booklet of his creative journey with a foreword by Taylor Guitars founder Bob Taylor. 

    “Visual art has the amazing quality of touching our soul without the use of words.” says Hosler. “As has been said and experienced, art allows us to both lose ourselves and find ourselves at the same time.”

    On Saturday, October 19th, the gallery will host its first workshop of the season with Abstract Painting with a Palette Knife, taught by award-winning abstract artist Amy Howell. Participants will learn ways to add textured to their paints with different mediums and paint. They will also learn about different palette knife approaches that they can utilize to whatever their current artistic style is. The event runs from 1 – 4 PM and registration is required on the gallery’s website.

    DRV Gallery in Gulfport Florida: For more information about gallery events and artists, visit DRVGallery.com and follow the gallery on social media at @drvgallery on Facebook and @drvgallery22 on Instagram. 

    A poster for an evening at the gallery.

    THE MUSEUM OF FINE ARTS, ST. PETERSBURG (MFA) ANNOUNCES NEW EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR AND CEO

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    Klaudio Rodriguez Named Next Executive Director and CEO of the MFA

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    The Museum of Fine Arts, St. Petersburg (MFA) Board of Trustees is delighted to announce the appointment of Klaudio Rodriguez as the new Executive Director and CEO following a comprehensive national search. Mr. Rodriguez joins the MFA from The Bronx Museum of the Arts in The Bronx, New York, where he has successfully led the institution in embracing its core mission of inspiring people and connecting communities through the power of art and education. He will officially assume his role at the Museum of Fine Arts in
    October.


    “We are thrilled to welcome Klaudio Rodriguez as the next Executive Director and CEO of the MFA,” stated Piers Davies, Chair of the Board of Trustees. “Klaudio brings an unparalleled blend of leadership, curatorial expertise, and innovative vision that aligns perfectly with our mission to engage, educate, and excite diverse communities by collecting, exhibiting, and preserving works of art for the enrichment and enjoyment of all. His proven track record in fostering community engagement and leading transformative projects will propel the MFA to new heights. We look forward to the exciting future that Klaudio will help shape for the Museum of Fine Arts, St. Petersburg.”


    During his seven-year tenure at The Bronx Museum, including his recent role as Executive Director, Mr. Rodriguez has been instrumental in advancing the museum’s commitment to community service, supporting POC artists, and fostering the integration of art and education. His notable achievements include navigating the contemporary art museum through the challenges of the pandemic, leading it through a significant transition period, and overseeing a transformative $33 million capital project. “I am honored to have been selected as the MFAâ’s Executive Director and CEO.” said Klaudio Rodriguez. “I am inspired by the museum’s expansive encyclopedic collection, supportive board, talented and dedicated staff, and the vibrant community in St. Petersburg. It is especially
    meaningful to return to the region where I was raised and began my career in arts and culture. I truly believe that the MFA is well-positioned to enrich lives through art, foster impactful dialogue, and create inclusive spaces for all. I look forward to building on its storied history, expanding its reach, and developing the relationships critical to the future success of this institution. Together, we will continue to inspire, educate, and connect our community through the power of art.”


    Before his tenure at The Bronx Museum, Mr. Rodriguez served as Chief Curator at The Patricia & Phillip Frost Art Museum at Florida International University in Miami, FL, a Smithsonian Affiliate and one of the largest academic art museums in South Florida. He attended the School of Architecture at the University of Miami and completed coursework in Graphic Design and Painting from the New World School of the Arts in Miami. Rodriguez holds a BA in Art History with a Minor in Photography, a Graduate Certificate in Museum Studies, and an MA in Latin American and Caribbean Studies, specializing in modern and contemporary Latin American art, from Florida International University.


    “It’s been a privilege to chair the search committee for the MFA’s next leader,” said Mark Anderson, Trustee of the Board of Directors. “Our extensive and rigorous search process, conducted in partnership with Russell Reynolds Associates, was designed to identify a candidate who embodies the museum’s values, mission, and vision. We are confident that Klaudio Rodriguez’s outstanding leadership skills, deep commitment to community engagement, and passion for the arts make him the ideal person to guide the MFA into its next
    exciting chapter”


    The MFA Board of Trustees extends its gratitude to Dr. Stanton Thomas, Chief Curator, and Darcy Schuller, Chief Strategy Officer, for their exemplary joint leadership during the interim period, which was crucial for the museum’s continued success.

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    ABOUT THE MUSEUM OF FINE ARTS, ST. PETERSBURG
    The Museum of Fine Arts, St. Petersburg (MFA) has an encyclopedic collection of art from around the globe and across the centuries, with almost 5,000 years of civilization represented in thousands of objects extending from antiquity to the present. The collection includes works by Georgia O’Keefe, Claude Monet, Berthe Morisot, Auguste Rodin, Kehinde Wiley, Jacob Lawrence, and many others, as well as ancient Greek and Roman, Asian, African, Art of the Americas and Native American art. The Museum’s photographic collection is one of the largest and most well-respected in the Southeast. The museum’s rotating exhibition galleries feature a
    diverse selection of temporary exhibitions from all over the world, as well as exhibitions curated from the museum’s extensive collection. In addition to its robust exhibition program, the MFA engages the community through exciting public programs and events and serves students through youth programs and a partnership with the Pinellas County School System.

    The Museum of Fine Arts, St. Petersburg
    255 Beach Drive NE
    St. Petersburg, FL 33701

    Doug DeVita’s Fable at freeFall Theater

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    Liz Power and Heather Baird lead the cast of Doug DeVita’s Fable. This play about the making of the classic Broadway musical, Gypsy makes its way to freeFall opening August 9 and running through September 8, 2024. 

    “Ready or not, shh, here comes June!” You’ve heard of The feuds between Capote and his Swans and Bette vs. Joan, but nothing will prepare you for the story of June Havoc, Gypsy Rose Lee and the making of one of Broadway’s most beloved properties. Fable explores the nature of memory through the eyes of two very different show business siblings. When one sister wants her version of events made legendary on the Broadway stage, the other is pulled into a tug-of-war over the truth of things long past. A fable about the making of a Broadway fable, the hit musical Gypsy. Sisters June and Rose’s loyalty to each other is tested in a mounting battle between fiction and truth. 

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    The cast features Liz Power (freeFall debut, Jekyll & Hyde national tour) as June Havoc and Heather Baird (freeFall’s God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater) as Gypsy Rose Lee. Other cast members include freeFall favorites Bonnie Agan (freeFall’s Harvey), James Putnam (freeFall’s smash hit Baskerville), and Mya Simpkins (Susan from freeFall’s Miracle on 34th Street: A Live Musical Radio Play) as Baby June. The Fable cast also includes Broadway veterans Larry Alexander as Jerome Robbins and Melissa Minyard as Ethel Merman. The production is directed by freeFall Artistic Director Eric Davis with Music Direction and arrangements by Michael Raabe. In addition to the cast, Fable features a live band with Raabe on piano ably supported by Burt Rushing (drums), Melanie Downs (drums sub), and Joe Offner (trombone)

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    Pictured: Liz Power as June Havoc (pink suit-dress) and Heather Baird as Gypsy Rose Lee (blue dress with black hat) – Photos courtesy of Thee Photo Ninja

    The design team for Fable includes costume design by David Covach (Asolo Repertory Theatre), lighting design by Dalton Hamilton (Marvel’s Hawkeye on Disney plus), set design by Tom Hansen Scenic (freeFall’s Grey Gardens), wig design by Jonathan Hall (The Boulet Brothers’ ™ Dragula) with sound and video design by Eric Davis. The Production Stage Manager is Daniel LeMien. 

    Fable at freeFall Theater – About the Playwright

    Doug DeVita (Playwright) is a native New Yorker who spent the second half of his childhood in Hollywood, Florida before he and his family returned to NYC when he was twelve. He now lives in the Jersey burbs with his husband Joe and their dog Calvin. A two-time Eugene O’Neil Semi-Finalist (Fable & Just A Rumor), his other honors include Semi-Finalist for Barrington Stage’s Burman New Play Award, and the first (and so far only) Scrap Mettle Emerging Artists Award (Phillie’s Trilogy); B Street Theatre’s New Comedy Festival (Goddess Of The Hunt); and three Fresh Fruit Awards of Distinction (Outstanding Play and Production for The Fierce Urgency Of Now, and Outstanding Production for Phillie’s Trilogy). Most recently, two of the short plays in his 25-play Phillie McDougal canon (Shitty Shitty Bang Bang, and Mrs. Platte) were Finalists in the Queens Short Play Festival at The Secret Theatre in Woodside, Queens. A member of The Dramatists Guild, productions and/or high-profile readings of his work have been seen in New York (The Fresh Fruit Festival, Hudson Guild Theatre, Abingdon Theatre Company, Vital Children’s Theatre, among others), Los Angeles (The Strasberg Institute), Seattle (Arouet), Cleveland (Cleveland Public Theatre’s Dark Room Series) and London (Menier Chocolate Factory). Fable, The Fierce Urgency Of Now, Nell Dash, and Phillie’s Trilogy are published by Next Stage Press (www.nextstagepress.com), and Mrs. Platte has been published by Smith & Kraus in their 2022 Best Short Plays Anthology. Deepest gratitude to Joe, to Eric Davis and everyone at freeFall, and most especially to Emilee DuprÃ, without whom this production would not have happened

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    Fable at freeFall Theater – Book tickets now at freefalltheatre.com or by calling 727-498-5205. Fable runs August 9 through September 8, 2024. Tickets range from $45 – $55. freeFall matinees are always at 2pm and evening performances are always at 7pm. 

    Located in West St Petersburg, freeFall Theatre Company is one of Tampa Bay’s most exciting professional theater companies. freeFall was founded in 2008 and moved into its current space at 6099 Central Avenue in 2011. freeFall presents a varied range of classical and new works that are bold, daring, and diverse and presented in ways that invite, entertain, and challenge audiences. All freeFall productions are produced and presented locally using acclaimed theater professionals from across the country including many that make Tampa Bay their artistic home. In addition to a full season of shows, freeFall also presents an award-winning series of cabarets, concerts, and special programming as part of their Tandem Series.