Art Installation at the Historic White-Ellery House

Photographs and poetry by Kathleen Williams at the White-Ellery House in Gloucester.




 

The Cape Ann Museum is pleased to present In the Heart of Place: Image and Expression, an installation of photographs and poetry by Kathleen Williams. With this work, Williams invites visitors to consider their sense of place, as well as their emotional connections to it. 

The White-Ellery House (1710), owned and operated by the Cape Ann Museum, has served as the backdrop for a series of one-day contemporary art installations since 2010. The House is located at 245 Washington Street in Gloucester and is free and open to the public on select Saturdays from 11:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. each month from May through October as part of Escapes North 17th Century Saturdays. Visitors are invited to explore the art installation and the historic house and property. Kathleen Williams will be available to discuss her work and Museum staff and volunteers will be on hand to answer any questions about the House. This program is free and open to the public.

Support for this program is provided by The Umberto Romano and Clorinda Romano Foundation which celebrates Umberto Romano’s (1906–1982) legacy on Cape Ann through arts education and appreciation and by fostering the work of emerging and/or working artists.

 

In addition to the dates listed below, the White-Ellery House will be open on August 6 from 10:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m. for Old House Doctor, offered in conjunction with Design/Build: The Drawings of Phillips & Holloran, Architects (on view at the Cape Ann Museum through October 9, 2016) and in collaboration with Historic New England.

Insights On Site – 2016 Season

September 3 Bobbi Gibb: 26.2 Expressions

October 1 Leslie Lyman and Karen Battles: Here – Long Ago

 

Photo: Kathleen Williams, The Time to Be Nothing; with accompanying prose poem:

It is the time to be nothing. No one. Walking the streets, the dunes, listening to the waves holding nothing but the wind between your fingers. Remembering nothing but a special name a bird the bitterness of coffee soothed with a drop of cream a voice whose sweet notes are embroidered with a fine golden thread. Rolling all this from finger to finger feeling its weight form texture as is pushes you from nothingness to the next street the next dune the next wave. The striped shirt a gift carefully laundered folded and packed now spotted with droplets of espresso catches the wind as a mizzen sail pulling you farther to where you become that grain of sand polished sparkling and kissed by the next tide.