The Art of Spring

We asked Maui poet and visual artist Lali Groth to examine these events the way painters, sculptors and other artists do: by taking a creative risk that we hope will engage you and lead you to insights you didn’t know you had.

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Art Maui

April 2–28, 2018
Schaefer International Gallery
Maui Arts & Cultural Center
One Cameron Way, Kahului
ArtMaui.com

hollow box ring by Christine Cafferata
hollow box ring by Christine Cafferata
Tre Venninner by Nancy Skrimstad
Tre Venninner by Nancy Skrimstad
Flow by Michael Worcester
Flow by Michael Worcester
Atoll by Marianne J. Lowry
Atoll by Marianne J. Lowry
Launiupoko 4 by Larry Berko
Launiupoko 4 by Larry Berko
Missionary Myna Mongoose by Neida Bangerter
Missionary Myna Mongoose by Neida Bangerter
Landing of the Exiles by Robert Suzuki
Landing of the Exiles by Robert Suzuki

Poetry by Lali Groth

Yellow beaked mynah bird
larger and more melodic than a missionary,
cane fire, cane fields, mongoose
running across the road, hurry, hurry.
Local kids in the back of a truck, hair flying, surfboards bungeed in.
Haupia popsicles, Launiupoko, shards of blue, ocean hue—
cerulean, bird’s egg, celadon.
Crouched supple body ready to paddle out,
over or through a turquoise swell, waiting for the set, goofy foot,
stand up, cut to the right, black pearl, hollow box.
Sunset set, all coral, salmon, hansa yellow,
black ink viscosities of the night.
And morning with its
red dirt, red trees, golden spined mountains,
sugar cane, color planes, tre venniner, three girlfriends,
Twombliesque pencil marks, crayon smudge, cardboard versus
canvas, yellow dory, exiles, mu‘umu‘us, lotus pod.
What’s endemic? What’s not?
We’re mostly not.
We’re more like calabash cousins,
patterned in rain and sea spray
like a pale blue weave of waves on a field of orange,
here once more to define, reflect, spin, throw, carve, sew, and
tend our blue atoll in the pacific, our Maui home.

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