I've got an odd memory that CHAC may have been located in CORE art gallery in 1981. Is this right? (I was in Pirate that year, that wonderful year all those galleries were on the 15th Street hill before the moneybags tripled the rent and we all moved out and then the economic cycle turned again--not in the developers' favor--and Pirate mysteriously burned down...I was on the train tracks near Auraria and watched the conflagration from there).
In the years I worked at CHAC, we didn't have our own gallery, just office and studios. I remember hanging shows in several places on the Northside (which it was called then) but I'm hazy on where. I thought we had one at least at Pirate? And the burning down story, I'm not clear on at all. All you old CHACers, what do you remember?
At one point CHAC was located on 15th and Platte, near Paris on the Platte, Rick Manzanares was the director, I remember him leading a Dia De Los Metros procession up 15th street by My Brothers Bar, he always did a fantastic job.
Wonderful! Thanks so much, Pat. I would love to see the painting by Stephen Lucero for the Festival of Winds brochure. The festival name and the painting as well as the closeness of painting and poetry reminded me of a poem from "A Year with Rumi" by Coleman Barks:
Stevon Lucero, who had not yet changed his name in 1982, is gone too soon, but his widow, Arlette Lucero, has much of his work still, I think, and is a fine painter herself. Arlette, if you're here, do you have that painting? What a fine poem to be evoked by this piece of art.
You never stop amazing me. Every time I learn something new about you, I sit back and think… “Wow, my grandmother is seriously one of the coolest women ever.”
A civil rights activist.
A poet (This I knew)
A creative soul surrounded by legendary artists and history.
Who knew you carried so many stories, gifts, and experiences with such grace?
Reading your words today gave me a whole new appreciation for the life you’ve lived and the impact you’ve made on people around you. Your talent, wisdom, courage, and heart shine through every line.
You are timeless, G-Ma P.
As Snoop would say… you are the “Sniz-itz” 😎
Love you so much and I’m proud to call you, my grandmother.
I've got an odd memory that CHAC may have been located in CORE art gallery in 1981. Is this right? (I was in Pirate that year, that wonderful year all those galleries were on the 15th Street hill before the moneybags tripled the rent and we all moved out and then the economic cycle turned again--not in the developers' favor--and Pirate mysteriously burned down...I was on the train tracks near Auraria and watched the conflagration from there).
In the years I worked at CHAC, we didn't have our own gallery, just office and studios. I remember hanging shows in several places on the Northside (which it was called then) but I'm hazy on where. I thought we had one at least at Pirate? And the burning down story, I'm not clear on at all. All you old CHACers, what do you remember?
At one point CHAC was located on 15th and Platte, near Paris on the Platte, Rick Manzanares was the director, I remember him leading a Dia De Los Metros procession up 15th street by My Brothers Bar, he always did a fantastic job.
Cinco de Mayo and Día de los Muertos were always big events for CHAC. Rick Manzanares was after my time at CHAC. Good memory!
Wonderful! Thanks so much, Pat. I would love to see the painting by Stephen Lucero for the Festival of Winds brochure. The festival name and the painting as well as the closeness of painting and poetry reminded me of a poem from "A Year with Rumi" by Coleman Barks:
Crying out loud and weeping are great resources.
A nursing mother, all she does
is wait to hear her child.
Just a little beginning-whimper
and she's there.
Cry out. Do not be stolid and silent
with your pain. Lament,
and let the mild of loving flow into you.
The hard rain and the wind
are ways the cloud has
to take care of us.
Stevon Lucero, who had not yet changed his name in 1982, is gone too soon, but his widow, Arlette Lucero, has much of his work still, I think, and is a fine painter herself. Arlette, if you're here, do you have that painting? What a fine poem to be evoked by this piece of art.
G-Ma P ❤️
You never stop amazing me. Every time I learn something new about you, I sit back and think… “Wow, my grandmother is seriously one of the coolest women ever.”
A civil rights activist.
A poet (This I knew)
A creative soul surrounded by legendary artists and history.
Who knew you carried so many stories, gifts, and experiences with such grace?
Reading your words today gave me a whole new appreciation for the life you’ve lived and the impact you’ve made on people around you. Your talent, wisdom, courage, and heart shine through every line.
You are timeless, G-Ma P.
As Snoop would say… you are the “Sniz-itz” 😎
Love you so much and I’m proud to call you, my grandmother.
Leslie, you are one of the best benefits I took with me out of that long-ago marriage! Love you to pieces.