This document provides information about Studio Hop 2021, a virtual art show and sale featuring the work of local artists. It includes poems, quotes and descriptions of artworks to highlight different mediums. The summary encourages supporting local artists by shopping for gifts of art at the Studio Hop event.

2. Studio Hop:
The Virtual
Version
2021
In conjunction with the
HERE IS…

3. Do you remember receiving one of these?
So where is it now?

4. In case you misplaced the paper version,
don’t panic—here it is now appearing on your device!

5. The slide show that
follows is dedicated to
the memory of these
four artists.

6. When shopping for
gifts, please remember
the artists whose work
appears here.
*encaustic [ en-kaw-stik ]
adjective
painted with wax colors fixed with heat, or with any
process in which colors are burned in.
noun
a work of art produced by an encaustic process.
*de
fi
nition from dictionary.com

7. Anniversaries
Birthdays
Christmas

8. Nothing’s as amazing
as a
fl
ower that blooms
for as long as it hangs
on your wall!

9. A gift of art from a local
artist is like a walk in
the woods and
fi
nding
a prized Lady Slipper…

10. Dust of Sno
w
The way a cro
w
Shook down on m
e
The dust of sno
w
From a hemlock tre
e
Has given my hear
t
A change of moo
d
And saved some par
t
Of a day I had rued
.
—Robert Frost

11. Art is like a walk in the rain
with a friend
…
Rain is grace; rain is the sk
y
descending to the earth
;
Without rain
,
There would be no life
.
—John Updike

12. Local art is like “a one
of a kind jewel” made
with you in mind.

13. PRINTMAKIN
G
An anonymous poet captured
that moment when a printer
gets what she/he is looking
for
…
A Printer’s Kis
s
Print on my lip another kiss
.
The picture of thy glowing
passion
;
Nay, this won’t do— nor this—
nor this
—
But now—Ay, that’s a proof
impression!
A Printer’s Kiss is found in Songs of the
Press and Other Poems Relative to the
Art of Printing, gathered by T. Kirk,
Printer of Nottingham, 1833. It is
available for download
at www.openlibrary.org.

14. Rusted Old Car - by Emma Ros
e
Now sitting lifeless After driving many miles
.
Your body remain
s
Without wheels.
Yet you still sit,
To remind u
s
Of all the adventure
s
You took
.
A story that ca
n
Never be told
.
Our imaginations thoug
h
Can only imagine
.
I bet if you could tal
k
You would tell us age is just a number
.
But the miles you took throughout lif
e
Is what matters
.
The adventures
,
The sightseeing
,
All of it
.
Because living life doesn’t depend
-
On a number
.
It depends on how much living you
-
Did before your time was up
.
As I stare at you
,
And your lifeless body
.
I can’t help but notic
e
How at peace you are
.
Content you are
.
Out in the middle of nowhere
.
You may not have wheel
s
For any more adventures
.
But you give a glimpse o
f
What the past once held.
Source: https://medium.com/rose-petals/rusted-old-car-104a48a9beab

15. Ode To A River
As I sit in solitude by her side
The morning rays of sunshine sets the river alive
The heavenly clouds from above they peer
Softly into hear ears the wind whisper
And she replies gently with a murmur
Like a youthful maiden, shy yet brave
With eyes open wide in curious delight
She continues her voyage with courage and might
Like an adorned princess so complete in grace
In path unforeseen, she o
ff
ers herself again and again.
In her sweet genteel playful moods
She blesses everything by her touch
And in occasional angrier times
She outbursts her emotions, in ravage and destruction much
But only to forgive and be forgotten soon enough.
As I watch her
fl
ow by in spellbound captivity
Lo, behold, I never come across such a beauty
Slowly as the vision fades away,
Imperfect thoughts hovering in mind
I try to trace her origins
But from whence she comes nobody knows.
—Anthony Mondal
Source:
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-river-2/

17. A Lion’s Roa
r
They say a lion’s roa
r
can be heard
fi
ve miles away
.
Therefore if you wake up one nigh
t
and you hear a lion’s roar
,
which is completely differen
t
from the old man’s snore
,
Don’t panic, the lion could b
e
at least
fi
ve miles away
.
Then on the other hand
,
maybe you should panic,
the lion could actually b
e
only
fi
ve minutes away
.
—David Harris
Source: https://ozofe.com/david-harris/a-lions-roar-fun-poem-36/

18. WILD SWANS AT COOL
E
The trees are in their autumn beauty
,
The woodland paths are dry
,
Under the October twilight the wate
r
Mirrors a still sky
;
Upon the brimming water among the stone
s
Are nine-and-
fi
fty swans
.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon m
e
Since I
fi
rst made my count
;
I saw before I had well
fi
nishe
d
All suddenly moun
t
And scatter wheeling in great broken ring
s
Upon their clamorous wings
.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures
,
And now my heart is sore
.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight
,
The
fi
rst time on this shore
,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head
,
Trod with a lighter tread
.
Unwearied still, lover by lover
,
They paddle in the col
d
Companionable streams or climb the air
,
Their hearts have not grown old
;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will
,
Attend upon them still
.
But now they drift on the still water
,
Mysterious, beautiful
;
Among what rushes will they build
,
By what lake’s edge or poo
l
Delight men’s eyes when I awake some da
y
To
fi
nd they have
fl
own away
?
—William Butler Yeats

19. Thank you for your interest in Studio Hop
.
Shop today for some amazing local art!