Copper Goodies for Art Walk

If you are going to the Surreal Expressions Opening at the SOAP Gallery on Champion Street in downtown Youngstown tomorrow night, be sure to stop by my table to see my latest creations: Copper Goodies… Odd shaped hooks, dangles and charms. All were made with copper wire,  except the napkin rings… they’re nickel silver.

Yes, I will be one of the Art Walk vendors set up outside. Hopefully the weather will cooperate so we can enjoy live music on the loading dock.

I will also bring small art and some buttons, but not the machine this month. I might bring a few pieces of jewelry, too.

I am seriously trying to reduce my inventory of buttons already made, so here are this month’s Art Walk specials:

  • Small pins, 25 cents each
  • Small magnets, 50 cents each, 3 for $1.00
  • Large pins,  $1.00 each
  • Special backs, $2.00 each, 3 for $5.00

Thanks for reading, hope to see you there!


Us Verses Them

“They purposely keep us out.”

The elderly woman was talking about a barricade set up between two apartment buildings as the gated entrance to a downtown event that charges a $3 entrance fee.  The “rich” people living in the building located just inside the barricade “are welcome” to attend and “get to go free” while “poor” people living in the building right next door are, in her opinion, purposely kept out.  As if charging people who live outside the gate an entrance fee is meant to discourage local people from attending events in their own neighborhood.

It took me a minute to wrap my brain around that.

The location she described would be the best place to set up an entrance gate for an event held on Federal Plaza Central.  I offered logical explanations; she could not be swayed.  As we talked, I realized that a barricade placed between the two buildings represented a lot more to her than just the entrance gate to an event.  She saw it as a wall of separation, physical evidence of discrimination.  They get to go for free, we have to pay.  They are wanted, we are not. Us. Them. Those people. I have heard at least a dozen different people make little comments now and then about us, them, and those people.  Words like:  That’s for those people, not us.  They don’t want us here. They want us gone.

I think it stems from a sense of being excluded from city revitalization efforts.

Maybe some people have watched too many movies with story lines about revitalization of a neighborhood, usually with some underdog fighting to save their home from a wrecking ball.  That is not going to happen here.  No one is trying to push anyone out.

So, the downtown neighborhood is being sold as the hip cool place for young professionals to live, work, and play.   We need an influx of young people just to balance out, to create a vibrant mix of young and old and all types of people.  Right now, the demographics are 83% elderly and/or disabled residents.   Someday, it might be 50/50 or even 70/30.  And it won’t be from displacing old folks… the population is growing.


Quick Lesson:  Revitalization 101

Wells Building (Photo credit:  DJ, age 9)

Wells Building (Photo credit: DJ, age 9)

  See this old building with the cool lacy edge on top (lion heads or gargoyles, not sure which)?
It is the Wells Building.  Thanks to revitalization, it will be saved.

Kress Building (photo credit: DJ age 9)

Kress Building (photo credit: DJ, age 9)

Now see this building?  Or, what is left of this building as it is being demolished.
This is what happens when buildings fall into decline.  It was too far gone to save.

Any questions?

This “US verses THEM” thing has to stop because it is infiltrating my own head.  It’s like when I was walking downtown on a Saturday night and some artsy thing caught my eye.  I almost walked in to ask about it… my stopper was other people’s words in my head:  “Look where you are… that’s for them.”

Whoa.  I need to step out of the box of my own building and become active in my new (as in just moved here last fall) community as a whole before I get sucked into the undercurrent of separatism.  And not just for my own self… if I can help disperse some of this nonsense, so be it.

Rain in Ytown


It only rains at street level,
Or just not visible above the lights.
Not one spatter on my windows,
Such a strange delight.