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Proceeds from book sales will be directed to 1000 Friends of Oregon, a land use organization working to enhance the quality of life for Oregonians. Location: First United Methodist Church 1376 Olive Street Eugene, OR 97401 http://www.friends.org/news/events https://www.friends.org/resources/landmark  Proceeds from book sales will be directed towards Salem Audubon Society. This is a chapter of the National Audubon Society working to connect people to nature by focusing on wildlife habitats and the restoration of natural ecosystems. Location: 2110 State St., Ste 110 Salem, Oregon 97301 http://salemaudubon.org/  Proceeds from book sales will be directed to ELAW. This organization works to create a cleaner, healthier planet. Composed of international attorneys, scientists and other professions, the team works across the globe to create a sustainable future. Location: 1412 Pearl St Eugene, OR 97401 https://www.elaw.org  Proceeds from book sales will be directed to the Oregon Institute of Marine Biology. Location: 6 NE Tillamook St. Portland, OR 97212 http://nwdocumentary.org http://oimb.uoregon.edu  The new video installation "Environment, Memory & Things" premieres at the The Spirol Gallery Aug 29 - Oct 4th. Artist reception September 22 6 - 8:30. For Gallery hours, please call 860 932-4160 or see website: http://qvcc.edu/spirol-art-gallery/  Garth will be speaking about sculpture with Julia Klein, editor of Soberscove Books at the Moore College of Art & Design from 6:30- 8pm. The event is free and open to the public. Moore College of Art & Design is a learning institution for women with passion for the visual arts.  I discovered Oregon by chance, but once I found it, I was sure I’d never leave. I was 18, recently graduated from high school and I wanted to be a writer. In Oregon I worked on a sheep and cattle ranch near Coos Bay, as a tree planter in the Siskiyou Mountains with a tree-planting cooperative based out of Roseburg, then later, as a cheetah Ranger at the Wildlife Safari in Winston. I loved Oregon’s natural beauty and the scale of nature and the ethos of creativity and rugged individuality. As it would turn out, college, then studies in Japan, then my first job, then graduate school would draw me back east, then I met my husband, a visual artist based in New York City and I never moved back West. But Oregon influenced me greatly at a formative time in my life.
When my first book, The Road Through Miyama was published, Random House sent me on a West Coast book tour for the paperback edition. For me, the highlight of that trip was waking up in Portland to walk out and see my name on the Marquee of the amazing Powell’s Bookstore. I haven’t been to Oregon since that visit which is over twenty years! So, I am really looking forward to our upcoming trip this October to bring the book and art collaboration Water Rising to the Portland area; it feels like a kind of homecoming. But back to how I arrived in Oregon in the first place. I had deferred going to college and for the first six months of that year I worked on a small newspaper near where my family lived and ran a farm. It was a great first job and fantastic experience for a fledgling writer. But I had this romantic idea that if I was going to write, I needed to travel and experience the world. For me, raised in New York City and on a farm in the Hudson Valley, heading west was a huge adventure. Go West young Woman. So that February I bought a one-way plane ticket for San Francisco. I planned to visit a friend, but after that I did not know what I was going to do. In fact, having nothing set up in advance was part of the idea behind going west in the first place. The not knowing was a huge part of what seemed important. As it would turn out, fate would lead me to Oregon quite quickly The first week I was there I met a friend of my mother’s who was a writer to ask him some advice, and after talking to me for awhile, he suddenly asked if I wanted to go to Oregon. I remember saying, yes, without hesitation, although all I knew about Oregon was the name, which had an exotic ring. He had friends who owned a sheep and cattle ranch near Coos Bay and they might be able to use a hand once the lambing season started in a few weeks. It was arranged and two weeks later I was on a bus for Oregon. I will never forget that long bus ride, then arriving in Roseburg in the early morning, passing logging trucks and a huge neon sign of a lumberjack at the diner where the bus stopped for food. I’d never seen trees so big or clear cutting, whole sides of mountains that looked as if they’d been shaved. Working on the sheep and cattle ranch was heaven. Every morning we walked the hill pastures, checking on the sheep, hundreds of them, to count lambs born during the night and check for any problems. Usually it was pouring rain and cold. Often we came across newborn lambs soaked and half frozen. We’d tuck them inside our shirts and have the dog round up the anxious bleating mother. Back at the barn, we’d administer colostrum to the lambs, warming the tiny creatures until with a miraculous jolt they’d spring up like a wind up toys. Often we’d come across ewes in labor distress and the rancher and his wife, who were both as skilled as veterinarians, showed me how to turn lambs twisted the wrong way. Most of the time we were able to save both the lamb and the mother. When the lambing season finished, I helped tend the growing lambs and round up cattle, then the summer season of ranch logging and fence repair set in and there wasn’t really much work for me. I needed money for college and a friend of the ranchers who visited one weekend, suggested that I might try tree planting. One of his roommates was a member of a tree-planting cooperative and he knew that his partner had space in his camp. I might be able to join when they took a break to come down from the mountains for supplies. For the next 3 months I lived in a canvas tepee in the Siskiyou Mountains with a group of tree-planters. Every morning, we’d line up carrying hoe dads and rucksacks for trees, along with enough food and water for the long day, then board a blue school bus owned by the coop to drove to the mountain slopes we were contracted to plant by the U.S. Forest Service. It was hard work, but paid well. My nickname was “Dash” because I was quick and able to scramble over the boulders and fallen trees that usually littered the steep slopes we had to plant. By the time we finished the contracted work I had earned enough money to pay for my first semester at Princeton. While staying in Roseburg with the cooperative during supply runs, I had visited the Wildlife Safari, a 600-acre Animal Park and conservation center in nearby Winston. The fact that there in an Oregon valley they were successfully breeding the highly endangered cheetah, amazed me, as did the range of educational and conservation programs. Back at college, I wrote to the head of the park’s cheetah breeding program and applied for a summer job. Next May I was headed back to Oregon to work at the Wildlife Safari as a cheetah ranger, a job I held for two wonderful summers. From mid May through August I sat in a wooden tower from 8Am to 7PM four days a week and observed the animals, making notes about the groups of cheetahs in the compound. The park is one of the top breeding centers for cheetahs in the United States and the larger western hemisphere so there was a lot going on. I also manned the two large gates that allowed cars to drive in and out of this area reserved for the big cats. The huge gates were open so that cars could drive through, while outside the perimeter of the cheetah compound, emu and gazelle and other animals wandered throughout the larger acreage of the park. The cheetahs gazed at these animals intently and sometimes they tried to dash through the open gates to get to them, which is when I had to pull the lever that released them with a powerful slam. Then I’d call for a ranger because the gates would have to be re-opened manually. In the mornings or on breaks I’d help in the infirmary feeding animals or playing with the baby bears or watching the crazy capuchin monkeys. Sometimes the cheetah trainer would bring in the hand-raised orphaned cheetah that lived at the park for educational programs. I’d scratch his short chin and listen to his enormous purr. More than once, the elephant keeper who gave elephant rides throughout the day to generate income for the park, let me ride back with him when he took the elephant back to the elephant compound for the night. We’d saunter across the park through the herds of gazelle and other grazing animals and for 30 minutes I’d feel as if I were on an African veldt. Before leaving, we’d give the elephants watermelons which they’d pick up as if they were lifting grapes, then smash them with great gusto before picking up the busted, dripping pieces of melon to stuff them greedily in their smiley-shaped mouths. Then they’d lift those same trunks, which could just as easily have smashed our heads with one thwack and gently fondle our hands as if in thanks. The incredible beauty of Oregon was not all that I took with me when I left. I’d grown up in the East coast in an old world family which had pictures of ancestors on the walls of our family house; history and etiquette, manners and rules were hugely important in my childhood. Our farm looked over the Catskill Mountains, a blue line of shapes worn smooth by geologic time. In contrast the mountains of Oregon, geologically much newer, were comparatively unweathered, with toothy, often snow-capped peaks. Oregon sparked my imagination and nurtured my desire to be creative. Garth and Leila will be presenting Water Rising and discussing the collaboration at the Truro Library in North Truro, Massachusetts. They are looking forward to bring Water Rising to the Cape! Proceeds from book sales will be directed to Sustainable CAPE and their mission to demonstrate the direct link between local food, sustainable health and wellness. Water Rising supports Sustainable CAPE's goal to educate, empowering individuals to become agents of change – thereby creating a decidedly more delicious, healthy and sustainable world. The Truro Public Library serves the intellectual, social and cultural needs of both permanent and temporary residents of Truro.  Garth and Leila will be presenting Water Rising and discussing the collaboration at the Monson Free Library in Monson, Massachusetts. Proceeds from book sales will be directed to the Opacum Land Trust and its mission to protect natural and cultural resources in South Central Massachusetts. The Monson Free Library and Reading Room Association is a non-profit institution dedicated to serving the educational and recreational needs of the Town of Monson and the surrounding communities through its collections, services, exhibits and programs.  Leila will be reading from Water Rising and discussing the collaboration for NMH alumni. Proceeds from book sales will be directed to the Richard Odman Farm Fund. Please take a look at the Fund and its mission in the image below. Northfield Mount Hermon, commonly referred to as NMH, is a selective, independent, co-educational college-preparatory boarding and day school for students in grades 9–12 and postgraduates.  Below is our spring update, including news about bringing Water Rising West! If you would like to become part of the newsletter list, please send us your email address (leilaphilip@gmail.com) NMH Magazine profiles Leila and features the Water Rising collaboration in their spring issue. See below for “The Year of Working Secretly” by Jennifer Sutton. Leila will be discussing the art collaboration for alumni of the Northfield Mt. Hermon School on June 3rd, 2016 at 2:30pm. http://www.nmhschool.org In April, Leila and Garth commenced work with the video-artist Siobhan Landry on the next phase of the Water Rising art collaboration -- a video installation. The installation will contextualize the book Water Rising and extend the exploration of place as well as reflection on the creative process. The installation, which will be comprised of dual screens and projected image, text and sound will be completed by mid-August, with venues planned for fall 2016.
Water Rising: Book Review To see the full review in Descante (forthcoming Spring/Summer 2016) see attachment below. Leila will be talking on the Holy Cross campus in the O'Callahan Science Center on February 4th 7:30 PM The event is free and open to the public, with refreshments!  “With its flawless production values, Water Rising is an inherently fascinating read, and one that should be engaged in with a leisurely pace so as to fully appreciate the poetry, the artwork, and how each fully enhances the other. Simply stated, Water Rising is enthusiastically recommended for personal, community, and academic library collection." -- Midwest Book Review, December 2015 For complete review http://www.midwestbookreview.com/rbw/dec_15.htm  An author interview with Leila Philip featured at The Woven Tale Press. To read more visit: http://thewoventalepress.net/2015/12/14/writer-and-artist/
A cool online magazine has run an excerpt of Water Rising. Check it out! *The Woven Tale Press Vol III Issue #12 pg 55-62 http://thewoventalepress.net
Greetings Everyone,
Below is our Holiday Water Rising newsletter. We wish everyone a peaceful, joy-filled start to December. If you are not already and would like to become part of the Water Rising mailing list, send your email and name to leilaphilip@gmail.com. Enjoy!
Leila talks about Water Rising and reads 4 Zuccini for WILI Radio on the Wayne Norman Show
September 30th 2015 Water Rising is featured in Art Critical. Be sure to check out the comments by the esteemed poet and art critic Carter Ratcliffe at http://www.artcritical.com/2015/11/07/garth-evans-and-leila-philip-water-rising/  Water Rising has entered the world of online literary magazines. Check out Ander Monson's very cool magazine DIAGRAM to see the poem "Shagbark" with the watercolor we have come to call "Necessary Angel" at http://thediagram.com/15_5/evans_philip.html  |
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