Art+Poetry Chicago 2011



Art+Poetry Chicago Leading Entry:
October 10 (The artist's birthday) by Tom Brand
Oil on panel 40" wide by 32" tall

T O M B R A N D has been a part of the arts community for over thirty years. Born and raised in Indianapolis, Indiana, Brand came to Chicago (after service in the U.S. Navy) to study art and painting at the School of the Art Institute. In the years following, he married and provided for his family by working as a journeyman printer, a trade he had first learned in his father's business in Indianapolis. As president of his own printing company in Chicago, he produced posters and comic books for the "Hairy Who" as well as catalogues for other Chicago artists. He curated exhibits for the Beacon Street Hull House Art Center in Chicago and showed in community exhibits. As an arts activist in Chicago, he is one of the founding members of the Chicago Artists’ Coalition in 1974, an organization that still exists today. Brand moved to Northern Indiana in 1996. He became active in what is now known as the Lubeznik Center for the Arts in Michigan City, Indiana. He was chairman of the Area Artists Association. He was also the Secretary to the Board and also the Chairman of the Collections Committee. Brand, as a prolific painter, exhibits often and his works have won awards as well as being in private collections.

I watch through the blackness that becomes indigo.
I wait through the indigo that becomes a gold shimmer of
the silky embrace that never disappoints,
the constant rapture that chases shadows into
the brilliant light of truth and touch that
will carry the transformed through the heavens of peace.
A gossamer whisper speaks of quiet hope
longing for the lush joy beyond transcendence.

I sit on a pier of frigid or steamy cement peering
with pounding heart for the explosion of sunrise
over Lake Michigan that presents serenity to a
sleepy, stoic, often ungrateful Chicago.
Powerful serenity to protect without crush,
without smother of the flight.

This is my sunrise, my comfort of
good morning from Grandfather Sun.
My ballet of life in Chicago

There are others more pronounced, more famous,
more unique, but none are here, none are mine.
The whispy burnt sienna over Guimaras Island,
the sun's waltz in Tre Cruces, Peru,
the unforgettable Haleakala, Maui for me does not compare
to sullied gulls screeching welcome in cloudy or clear skies,
to the unimpeded anticipation of possibility.

Nowhere is there my sunrise, my comfort of
good morning from Grandfather Sun.
Nowhere is there my ballet of life.