Monthly Archives: January 2010

Hi -Grey Gardeners!

2010 is off to the best start, and my hope and my prayers are that all people are as satisfied as I am this evening. There are so many projects underway and you know they are my attempt to express my passion in so many venues. To begin with my sculptures which demand so much physical strength that I need to contain the amount of time I spend each night on any stage of each subject.

I have not mentioned this but I ve my own film crew now and we are launching a film . In this perticualr work which is completly in the hands of my film crew I have the greatest confidence.

You see my friends in each of our lives we have a story , which is ours .I recall Mrs.Beales courage of her own convictions while Grey Gardens was being filmed. I was for one very unsure of Albert & David and this camera that had now been introduced to our refuge.

The contrast of being isolated and  very comfortable within the walls of Mrs.Beales mansion to the fact that we were all being filmed. Edie had been so excited each day for as we all know this was one of the outlets for her being a creative soul.

Mrs.Beale whom I have loved all my life  and with all this being reborn had and has me reliving those tender and most precious of  memories. I suppose it is the very courage of Mrs.Beales that has me living still for without the care at that most vulnerable moments in my life my life would have been so incomplete.

Here with all of  I know of what defines us as human beings; may I wish you all of what my heart loves in life.

Ive sent a new  song to my website , please if you have the time listen to this song, it is a vague attempt to express what my heart has felt all of my life.

 The tune is  titled Elusive Butterfly.

~~May Almighy God Bless ~~

all of my friends 

This sculpture is one of many that have been discovered in the overgrown forest of Mexico. Pondering the time it was used for ceremonies by a people who worshiped the serpent gods.  It is in excellent condition and I will use it as a catalyst for this years sculptures. I’m feeling very close to theses ancient people there statement in stone is strong and has soul.

Kirsten Lohne VanderWall January 25

I wrote you a poem for your birthday.. I hope you like it.

Why do people meet?
What draws us to each other?
Why are there some out there,
Who just can’t live without the other?
Is it fate that holds our hands?
And guides us day to day,
So the people who can help us,
Are put in our lives to stay?
Some people are here to comfort.
Some people are here to share.
Some people are here to guide you,
When you’re going from here to there.
I don’t know all the answers,
And I don’t know how this ends,
What I do know, is I’ve found you
And I’m glad that we are friends.

Chichen Itza Group of the Thousand Columns

Have just returned form exploring the ruins of Chichen Itza.
Stone sculpture has me fascinated, these monuments to past civilizations endure the test of time. I had to visit this site wander onto the the Temple of the warriors. The monumental task of constructing these pillars just fascinates my soul. Ive found my self exploring first hand these ruins . I’m now 55 years of age , this year will I will press the limits of my skills as a sculptor.

Grey Gardeners
It has been over 35 years since my time at Grey Gardens. The years that I have lived alone with my memories have been and the remarkable legacy of those days are reborn.
The many people who have now found what I had found so remarkable have been many.
Of course with each perosn who contacts me it is my nature to respond respectfully. The issue with my responding to the many people who are now discovering the leagcy of Grey Gardens is constant.
Please know that with each sentiment that is shared with me my best wishes for each and everyone is paramount.
Im a personal man one who respects life and the people in it, if I do not respond to any one in perticular it is because there are so many dear people it would occupy a great deal of my days.
Please know that Im grateful for all of the fans of the Grey Gardens
legacy.
May this day and everyday find everyone living and loving our friendships.
friends forever
Jerry
The Marble Faun

Having found my calling sharing the stone room with fellow artists, just makes me feel so alive.In our stone room my heart soars I want to help new students , share ideas , work a great idea on sculpture.
This week I ve begun a figure that has a mind of its own , a clear vision that needs to be freed from its captivity. This stone is moving very quickly, I think it is because Ive learned how to listen to the needs of this ancient soul ,locked in a boulderfor ions.

To be a good friend we need to listen to those who speak to us, share ideas that will be beneficial and supportive . Listening is learning all its own , it requires practice and patients.Listening allows the sharing of ideas to be weighed and considered. It is applied in my craft Stone Carving, and of course it applies with general communications amongst peoples.

Listening to the needs of our human race is becoming overlooked by the governments , we need to let everyones voice be heard , ideas weighed and considered.Im an idealist ,wanting the good for all people. I will always listen and help in every-way possible.

 

!!~~Its a Great Life let us listen to each other and make it better~~!!

History had made its mark dating back to Dutch Settlers who farmed out on Eastern Long Island. Reminders still stand as there are several windmills , silent well preserved and at one time working.
The history of East Hampton was everything a wanderer could have imagined , a mix of pristine Atlantic Shore line,acres of potato fields, estates each with there own personalities. Hired as an assistant gardener on Lily Pond Lane my summers were a combination of curiosity and miles of beach .
There was one day that has changed my life , it began with my riding down a seemingly hidden road which was a public road yet not well traveled . Grey Gardens was on this road I ventured down that summer day although on that day I had never seen nor could have imagined what fate had in store for me. Grey Gardens was a name given to the property by previous owners. It seemed delphinium would not bloom successfully due to the ocean breezes , it was just the beginning of an adventure that had taken me by surprise a life within the confines of mansion named Grey Gardens, a journey in my life that touches so many as it had me when I first glanced up at the peaks of this mansion where time had stopped.
The term vintage Grey Gardens is one I use to remind myself of the very untouched ,cob web strewn , corridors, rooms that had not been entered for as many years as I had lived,finding friendship in a place unseen for years , tossed into the private lives of two of the most interesting human beings in my life.
Quickly as if we had known each other before Mrs.Beale the owner of the mansion Grey Gardens had been and was my teacher , a guardian for the then young boy, given a name The Marble Faun .Vintage Grey Gardens was so interesting that in conversation, I had mentioned to Mrs.Beale that someone beside myself would be fascinated by the very setting. It began each day with the same questions only I was too polite to ask the how and why,  two such tender human beings could find themselves in such a place in time .
Gifts that we share passions we seek,each has there own voice, some may never find there voice,that was not the case with Mrs.Beale nor her daughter Edie.
There gift was song although timing was not there best ally , there spirit was such that 35 years after the documentary Grey Gardens this film had been given song and set out to the great white way. Grey Gardens a film about the private lives of Mrs.Beale and Edie who aspired to sing and dance , who knew themselves far better then anyone understood them, had made it to Broadway. The very venue that these independent woman had sought all there lives has touched countless lives . ”I must have some professional music”a quote Mrs.Beale argue when in the sun-room of Grey Gardens .
Jessica Lange has tenderly embraced through skill and soul this woman’s story,& Drew Barrymoore you have embraced Edie Beale .
It began at a mansion named Grey Gardens being a witness to this history is an honor.
Hats off to you Mrs. Edith Bouvier Beale
Edie Beale
Jessica Lange
Drew Barrymoore

forever friends
Jerry
The Marble Faun

In the years since our friendship I have news that is long overdue .May I address you Mrs.Beale as if I have just entered your refuge just as I had in my youth. This night the documentry you shared with no regrets , has been embraced .Your spirit has lived on through years of silence .Mrs.Beale you have been portayed with great care , Edie has been been reborn by true talent. The very talent you had sought to express has lived on for this night your song has been heard.
A mystery to a young man a road I had taken not sure of any, has led me , still a mystery.
It is a winter night the wind is a gift from you , I will always listen for your song in the wind.

”In my life our friendship would stand the test of time”.
It has grown stronger for the compassion you had taught me has guided me , this nights news causes my heart to ache.

It has been my inner strength that has kept me clear knowing that I wish to be treated as I shall treat others. A simply proverb that has held my life on track and led me here this night .
I hear tides pounding foreign shores and winds sweeping across barren plains.

 There are vast plains that no road connects , just life on our planet that we fortunate humans observe and cherish and only have this moment at our disposal The winds crossing great plains this night hold messages for those who are listening.
It says we who were here once ate and lived in theses cities have no voice but the winds.Listen to the winds and know we heard them as you hear them.

Leading my way were the stars that lite the sky there were no people walking this road from town to that forgotton mansion . A road I had learned to love an often would run just as fast as a young light hearted mans feet would carry him. In darkest winter nights there was one light lite that remained lite for that young man,who had found a refuge . A home for three kindred spirits; I remain only missing the others more each day.
There is no doubt that all those who now find what I’ve cherished all these years also make my heart ache for stars that led me once long ago.