Hanging through the Holidays

Ron Cummings and Sally Emslie

December 6 – January 31, 2020.

Full with color, pattern and imagination —fantastical/almost exotic and generous in spirit—Sally Emslie’s work is a perfect fit for the season.

“A lot of times, in the beginning, I’m just playing with shapes. I don’t demand that it mean something. That’s not how I start. I don’t plan. Or rather, I plan to create by composing those shapes with colors and ideas that work when you look at the whole. I’m challenged to bring those elements together and without any warning it starts to say something. Always, every time, it works for me.” S Emslie, Coshocton County

Life is Complicated by Sally Emslie
Three Tunnel Town by Sally Emslie
There’s more than one way in and more than one way out.
Some dreams come true by Sally Emslie
Be careful what you wish for.

A Visit From Saint Nicholas

Don’t miss St Nicholas’ visit to the Pom Dec, 14 — Why would Santa spend time at the Pomerene Center? We think it’s because we have so many chimneys.  5 to be exact.

True to his interest in recording Coshocton places, stories and people, Ron Cummings has drawn the Johnson-Humrickhouse Home into his 14 charming illustrations of A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS.

“My illustrations point out that Clement Clarke Moore’s poem and the old Johnson-Humrickhouse Home that houses the Pomerene Center for the Arts are from the same period. They fit together. The poem first appeared in a New York Newspaper in the 1820’s and the house was built in 1836. I had a lot of fun working on this and hope others will enjoy.” R Cummings, Coshocton County

Ron adds that the song UP ON THE ROOF TOP was written by a man from Westerville, Ohio in 1864. He’s a great one for interweaving small histories!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

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