Art Rock Found!

There’s No Flies On Carol Mondello!  She saw the post on her GMG Facebook Feed and shot up, brushed her teeth and headed straight for Good Harbor Beach.  Right to the spot where Paulie Walnuts left his Art Rock!

Her was the post yesterday morning at 7:25AM-

It’s Out There.  Go get It!  Oh and If You Bring It To the Dock (95 East Main St) This Morning Before 9AM I’ll Give You A Brand new 2011  Run Gloucester T Shirt

and in she walked, passing by Paul as he left the dock and into my office to claim her new t-shirt


Congratulations Carol!

Carol could you write in the course of events and fill in the timeline from when you saw the post in your Facebook feed to the timeline of when you actually found the Art Rock and if anyone else was there when you claimed it?

The Schooner Ardelle Has Hung It’s Shingle

The schooner Ardelle is fully operational now and is located down at Maritime Gloucester on Harbor Loop. Capt. Harold Burnham is aboard and he and his crew are doing afternoon sails at 2 p.m. and 4:30 p.m.  Harold Burnham tells us that he is going to run the charters from Weds. Through Sunday at 2 and 4:30 so do come down for an afternoon sail or call him at 978-290-7168 for more information.

The schooner Ardelle was an epic project for Burnham and what is most amazing about it is that just one year ago, there were a few frames up in the Burnham yard after hosting a Frame Up and keel signing ceremony on Labor Day 2010. Here it is one year later and Ardelle  is fully-rigged, Coast Guard certified and ready for a sail.  The community support has been amazing, so please do come down and support this new endeavor!

Click here for all the GMG Schooner Ardelle Coverage

Third Annual Taste of Cape Ann Food and Wine Gala September 15th

The third Annual Taste of Cape Ann Food and Wine Gala is taking place September 15th at Cruiseport Gloucester.
Tickets are $40.00 per person and $75.00 per couple.
All proceeds will benefit the YMCA’s Child Care, Camp, and Teen Initiatives in Gloucester and Rockport.
For more information contact: Nikki Klink 978.238.0470 ext 1703 or


Did You Know? (Irene Wisnewski)

That artist, Irene Wisnewski first came to Rocky Neck in the summer of 1974 from Syosset, Long Island, NY and returned to a gallery space on Rocky Neck every summer for almost 30 years?  She occupied the gallery at 77 Rocky Neck, G3 (now Khan Studio and the Good Morning Gloucester Gallery) until 1999; left for a few years and then returned again to G3 for a couple of years after Carol St. John left.  She originally was primarily an oil painter, painting Goose Pond water lilies and scenes, and then each winter would learn a new medium – mastering handmade paper, collagraph prints, acrylic and collage painting.  She spent her winters in FL traveling from Palm Beach to Key West doing the outdoor art show circuit.  Irene, now 81, lives in Tubac, AZ, still paints in acrylic; however currently does more abstract painting and collage.  This was Irene’s first return trip to Gloucester since 2004.  It was really great to meet her and get to know an artist who was part of the history of Rocky Neck, particularly one who spent so much time in the space so many of us have really enjoyed this summer.

E.J. Lefavour

The “Essex County Busting Breast Cancer Initiative” Offers a Free Presentation on Lowering Your Breast Cancer Risk at the Rockport Art Association


Learn inexpensive and healthy ways to lower your risk of breast cancer at a free presentation at the Rockport Art Association on 12 Main Street, Rockport. Join us for this life-changing talk on Wednesday, September 14 at 7 P.M.  Essex County residents (especially women between the ages of 40 and 50), will be taught three easy, inexpensive, healthy and effective ways to significantly reduce the body’s ability to develop invasive breast cancer. Admission is free.

This program is part of the “Essex County Busting Breast Cancer Initiative” designed to decrease the incidence of invasive breast cancer in Essex County through education and awareness.  The Essex County Initiative is National Breast Cancer Prevention Project’s pilot program, for developing regional initiatives in areas with an extremely high cancer rate.

For art lovers, there will be the opportunity to own an original Charles Movalli oil painting, which will be on display. The artist generously donated this painting in memory of Carleen Muniz, a former Rockport Art Association artist member, who died of breast cancer in 2009. Muniz was mentored by Movalli, and was a talented artist in her own right. Raffle tickets are $25.00 each and the drawing will be held at the end of October 2011. Proceeds of the raffle are to benefit the “Essex County Busting Breast Cancer Initiative.”

Charles Movalli is the son of artists in Gloucester, Massachusetts. Movalli became an art teacher, influential art editor and writer. But above all, he is a painter. His dramatic brushwork creates the vibrant lighting and sense of movement that has earned this Cape Ann artist dozens of significant awards, a listing in Who’s Who in American Art and memberships in prestigious art associations, including Oil Painters of America.

Tasty and fabulous appetizers will be provided by Grapevine Catering. Wine and water will also be served. Knowledgeable staff from Common Crow will be in attendance as well to present products that are beneficial in lowering breast cancer risks.

The National Breast Cancer Prevention Project, formerly Know Breast Cancer, was founded by Susan Wadia-Ells, PhD. The organization is focused is on helping women to stop breast cancer before it starts, rather than focusing on detection and treatment. Wadia-Ells’ forthcoming book “Busting Breast Cancer” is based on international research over the past 5 plus years and will change the way the world thinks of breast cancer.

The Essex County Initiative is a project of the National Breast Cancer Prevention Project. The Website is
To reserve your space and further information, please contact: Lisa Vincent, email:, or Tel. 978-660-0686

In Memoriam – 9/11

The Names – Billy Collins

Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.
A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,
And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows,
I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened,
Then Baxter and Calabro,
Davis and Eberling, names falling into place
As droplets fell through the dark.
Names printed on the ceiling of the night.
Names slipping around a watery bend.
Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream.
In the morning, I walked out barefoot
Among thousands of flowers
Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears,
And each had a name —
Fiori inscribed on a yellow petal
Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins.
Names written in the air
And stitched into the cloth of the day.
A name under a photograph taped to a mailbox.
Monogram on a torn shirt,
I see you spelled out on storefront windows
And on the bright unfurled awnings of this city.
I say the syllables as I turn a corner —
Kelly and Lee,
Medina, Nardella, and O’Connor.
When I peer into the woods,
I see a thick tangle where letters are hidden
As in a puzzle concocted for children.
Parker and Quigley in the twigs of an ash,
Rizzo, Schubert, Torres, and Upton,
Secrets in the boughs of an ancient maple.
Names written in the pale sky.
Names rising in the updraft amid buildings.
Names silent in stone
Or cried out behind a door.
Names blown over the earth and out to sea.
In the evening — weakening light, the last swallows.
A boy on a lake lifts his oars.
A woman by a window puts a match to a candle,
And the names are outlined on the rose clouds —
Vanacore and Wallace,
(let X stand, if it can, for the ones unfound)
Then Young and Ziminsky, the final jolt of Z.
Names etched on the head of a pin.
One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel.
A blue name needled into the skin.
Names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers,
The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son.
Alphabet of names in a green field.
Names in the small tracks of birds.
Names lifted from a hat
Or balanced on the tip of the tongue.
Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory.
So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.