…to my MUSIC ROOM. Featured here are my latest music compositions from the time period mentioned above.
I enjoy writing for various musical instruments and their different combinations, like string ensembles, with a variety of themes from inspirational to classical. Of course, piano is my favorite instrument, so that will be featured in many of the pieces. Lately I have been composing for piano, cello, and tenor recorder, simply because those are the instrument in our Music Composers Group (MCG).
Enjoy my latest selection of instrumental music!
Remember the copyright: (c) 2016 Michael F. Nartker, SM.
The First Piece is called “Remembering”and is written for Piano and Soft Pad. In this piece is more of an Easy Listening genre, so I have added the Soft Pad to give it more of that dreamy sound with the piano. I find that the piano helps to define the notes more clearly, or they may get lost in the Soft Pad sound. The first part of the piece sets the mood, but the second part has the lovely melody. In the third part the first half of the beginning of the piece is repeated for the ending.
The second selection is called “Ever So Lightly”. The melody is a good old foot tapping piece written for Piano, Oboe, and English Horn. There is short interlude after the first part that leads into a solo between the Oboe and the English Horn. The beginning part is repeated for the ending. The cello was replaced by the Oboe and the tenor recorder by the English Horn.
The third piece is called “Breakthrough“. This piece combines the Piano and the Soft Pad again but in a more fanfare genre. This is a good piece to play while driving since it will keep you to a steady speed. No racing here.
The last selection is called “Hear Me“. It is written for piano, cello, and tenor recorder, but I have substituted the Oboe for the tenor recorder and the English Horn for the cello. It is a nice melody that intertwines the cello and tenor recorder together with the piano entering and exiting throughout the piece, as though leaving the other two instruments to dance alone.
Thank You for listening to my music. I hope you have enjoyed it, and please return for more.
First in this presentation I would like to show a few selected pictures that will be showed at the “Art On The Beach” first weekend in August 2017 at Old State Beach, Russell’s Point, Ohio, Indian Lake.
Second, at Mount St. John’s Gallery, I will also have a show called, not surprisingly: “Around Indian Lake” with drawings of sites from around the area, especially Governor’s Island. Below will be a few selected pictures that will be in the show.
And Third, I would also like to present some of my drawings when I was in Manziana, Italy for a Sabbatical of the surrounding areas, and some paintings from cities in France.
1-The first selection is called “Four Cabins“, which I have presented here with the drift-wood frame made from wood that we retrieve from the lake, usually after a storm. With this piece I have added dark brown matting. Notice that the trees, grass, and foliage have not been colored in, but only the cabins! Also I have added a slight hint of boxing in the picture with a line interrupted by the tops of the trees to give the picture more of a realistic touch. The cabins are colored with pastel pencils. The cabins are located on Indian Lake that I frequent when visiting a friend.
2-The second selection is called “Four Boats“, in a regular frame with grey matting. I have not colored in the trees and the foliage in this drawing either. This is my favorite of the Lake pictures. This drawing is taken from my friend’s picture in our local calendar. The boats are colored with pastel pencils.
3-The third selection is called “Four Lawn Chairs“. This picture doesn’t show it, but is framed in drift-wood. Notice the reflection in the water of the chairs and the fire! The picture from which I drew from shows the shadow in the house outlining objects on the wall. The chairs were colored in using pastel pencils.
4-The fourth piece is called “Governor’s Island Bell“, which we ring to call folks to meals. This piece is unframed and is painted in acrylics and around to the sides of the canvas, the piece can be hung without framing. Our Retreat House is located at the former Ohio Governor’s Hunting Lodge, approximately 4 acres completely surrounded by water. This bell is located by an old mulberry tree near the entrance walkway to the “old house.”
5-The fifth piece is called “Governor’s Island Chapel“, located at the beginning of the property and surrounded by about two acres of trees. The chapel was originally the old section and was the care-taker’s home. The sacristy and the entrance was added later. The chapel is officially called St. George’s Chapel, but no one uses or knows that name unless they are an old-timer! The painting shows mainly the entrance with a little of the old house showing on the right of the picture. This painting is done in watercolor with white matting. The frame is not showing.
6-The sixth selection is called “Magic House, Assisi” in Italy. I find this house interesting, not expecting to find images of magic in Assisi, even though they are common in Italy, since Assisi is the home town of St. Francis. The drawing was done in watercolor and framed with a dark brown wooden frame and white matting with a black interior lining.
7-The last selection is called the “Taize Village” located in France. This drawing is done in watercolor and framed. The famous monks of Taize are located there, not far from this street going back. If one heads down this street and turns left at the next street up ahead, you will see the village church where Bro. Roger is buried.
This concludes my presentation of recent and not so recent drawings. Hope you visit my show at Art on the Beach, Russell’s Point, Ohio and Mount St. John’s Gallery.
…to my Music Room. Featured here are my latest music compositions from the time period mentioned above.
I enjoy writing songs with lyrics taken from the psalms, popular poems, and my own compositions. The many themes included, among others, are inspirational and easy listening melodies.
I also enjoy writing for various musical instruments and their different combinations, like string ensembles, with a variety of themes from inspirational to classical. Of course, piano is my favorite instrument, so that will be featured in many of the pieces.
Enjoy my latest selection of instrumental music!
(Remember, these songs are copyrighted (c) 2016 Michael F. Nartker, SM.)
The First Piece is called “Hear Me” and written for piano, cello, and tenor recorder. However, I have used the tubafor the cello and the oboefor the tenor recorder for a interesting sound. The original piece was written as a duet between tenor recorder and cello, which sounds quite nice with these two excellent instruments, and with the piano added later.
The piece is written in 4/4 meter, Adagio (70 meter), in the key of C Major and opening with the main theme of six measures and repeated three times before moving into the second theme of ten measures, then closes with a coda. You will have to listen to the piece to see why the first theme is repeated.
The Second Selection is called “Clod Hopp’n” and written for piano, cello, and tenor recorder, but the cello is replaced by the tubaand the oboereplaces the tenor recorder. The pace is much faster, 120 meter to make a lively piece to even dance by. It is a fun piece to play and hear. You will not be able to keep your foot still. The piece is written in 4/4 meter and in the key of G Major.
The Third Selection is called “Luna Moth“. The original piece was written with lyrics and called “Moon Moth”. This piece is written in E minor and in 3/4 meter, Adagio (75 meter) for piano, tenor recorder, and cello. As you will see by now, all the selections have the same substitutions for the cello and the tenor recorder. The main reason for the substitution is that the pieces sound much better rather than with the original instruments due to the poor sound or imitation of the instruments.
This slow moving waltz, seems almost mournful at the beginning, but towards the end one learns from the lyrics that it ends in joy.
The Final Selection is called “Wherever You Go“. This piece was originally written with beautiful lyrics from the book of Ruth 1:16-18, and both this and the other piece can be found in previous posts on this blog.
The piece is written in Adagio(70 meter), 4/4 meter, in the key of Eb Major, and written for Warm Pad, cello, and tenor recorder. The same substitutions are for the cello and the tenor recorder.
“I am the Good Shepherd. My sheep recognize my voice!”
We recognize the Lord’s voice through hearing the Gospels proclaimed every Sunday, the Word of God. And the Good Shepherd calls us by name.
I have heard from the Brothers who have gone to the Holy Land, that one day they took a trip to the Lake of Galilee but stopped in the hills sides on the way for a lunch break. The shepherds had also taken their break and were beginning to break up and head back to their respective homes. Their sheep were all mingled together but at the sound of the voices of their shepherds heading home. They called to their sheep as they walked away and the sheep fell in behind them. Slowly the mass of tangled sheep separated, with each strand of sheep following their shepherd, going on their way.
Over the years we hear the gospels read each Sunday and slowly we become familiar with them to the point that hopefully our daily decisions are made in the light of them. The familiar wrist bands that have the letters “WWJD” written on them, or “What would Jesus do?” were popular several years ago, reminds us to call to mind the Good Shepherd in difficult situations, “What would Jesus do?”
Besides this being Good Shepherd Sunday, we could also call it The Good Gate-keeper Sunday. Jesus is the Gate through which the sheep enter green pastures. My fellow seminarian also mentioned that the sheep compound or sheep-fold is surrounded by a tall stone wall build out in the pastures where the sheep can enter at night with the shepherd, but there was no wooden gate. There is nothing, just an opening. Once the sheep entered, the shepherd lays down in the opening. That way anyone entering will have to step over the shepherd to get to the sheep! Jesus is our Sheep Gate leading us to greener pastures, protecting us, laying down his life for us.
To recognize the Shepherd’s voice, we have to spend a lot of time with the Lord…through Scriptures, and once a week is not enough. If you want a closer relationship with the Lord, you have to spend more time with him, as in any relationship. You may have friends that you try to get together once a week, but find it difficult because of family obligations. I am sure in the beginning you had spent more time with them when the relationship was first growing. These may have been relationships before marriage. In order to keep the relationship alive, you still have to spend quality time with the person.
Spending time with the Lord requires they same quality time. I know some people with children/ grandchildren use the evening time after the kids are in bed to spend with the Lord through Scriptures or Spiritual Reading. Spending time with the Lord through your family, counts. For example, you may talk about the Lord to your young children, or even discuss the Gospel Readings after the Sunday Liturgy with them. Many family members pray regularly during the week, even though it may be the short time before they all go to bed. My mom would read to us from the “Bible Story Book”. Imagine all eleven of us crowded on the living room sofa.
There are many voices today that try to impersonate the voice of the Good Shepherd, and some for profit. Even Jesus knew that such people existed; whether false prophets, corrupt religious leaders, or the money changers in the temple. “Those who try to enter by going in another way are thieves and robbers!” We need to know the voice of the Good Shepherd against all the other noisy background voices competing for our souls.
As a community, we know each other. So when someone new comes to our liturgy, it takes a while for us to get to know them and get used to their presence. We give them time. And when they have attended our liturgy over a period of time we feel they have joined our community, sometimes we may even know their names. Their mere presence over the weeks is enough for us. In a way, we have become Good Shepherds as a community. But as an individual, we still represent the Good Shepherds through our words and actions when we influence others in good ways, leading them back to the Lord. That is a Good Shepherd, merely someone who leads another back to the Lord.
The time comes in our lives when we become the Good Shepherd ourselves to others. Today there are too many Gatekeepers, those who keep people out because they are different form our community. The early church had too many gatekeepers.
Orthodox means right or correct belief or teachings. But who determines those who are right or wrong? The split between the Roman and Orthodox Churches was over the “filioque” clause that the Roman Church added to its Creed. Who was right or wrong there, the Roman Church? In the end it was just another way to describe how the Holy Spirit proceeded from the Father and the Son: “and the Son” or “filioque”. Whereas the Orthodox believed that the Holy Spirit proceeded from the Father through the Son. The Romans pictures the Trinity as a triangle; the Orthodox pictures the Trinity as a straight line! Who is right, who is wrong, who cares?
Pope Paul VI admitted that it was two ways to view the Trinity and thus ended the 800 and more years of separation.
Today’s nitpicking over the Liturgy (or whatever) will be tomorrows quiet resolution and acceptance of differences. We need more Good Shepherds, not more Gatekeepers. We can leave the Gate-keeping up to the Good Shepherd who laid down his life because of all the bickering.
We are called to be “Other Christs”, and that implies being Good Shepherd, that is, to lead others to Christ. That is why we pray to Mary, as she formed her son, may she form us into other Christs that we may lead others to him.
Today’s Reading is the turning point in John’s Gospel with Martha’s faith declaration of Jesus as “the Christ, the Son of God who is to come into the world,” which is as profound as that of Peter in Matthew’s Gospel. It is the confession that the reader of this gospel is to make. The whole Gospel turns on this declaration by Martha, her proclamation of Jesus as Christ, the Anointed One. And so should it be our proclamation. That is why this is the third and last Scrutiny for the RCIA candidates. Will they be ready to make that declaration at their Baptism on the Easter Vigil Liturgy? Are we still able to make that declaration ourselves, “You are the Christ,” and even further, “You are my Lord and my Life?
The RCIA Program prepares the candidates for their Baptismal Promises, so our life as Christians prepares us to make that statement every day; definitively on our death beds.
And Lazarus was raised from the dead, and so will we after our death. But the difference between Jesus and Lazarus is that Lazarus was still wearing his burial clothes! When Jesus rose from the tomb, he left his burial clothes in the tomb! Oh, one other small thing, Lazarus would have to die again!
A true Christian looks forward to death, and being resurrected into Eternal Life, not resuscitated. Why be resuscitated into a life that we would just have to die again, like Lazarus? Why be resuscitated into a life with all our aches and pains and illnesses and diseases. No way! Pull the plugs and let me go! Many people in our society want to hang on until science finds a way to beat death. Maybe some want to stay with the devil they know rather than meet the devil they don’t know.
Maybe we should talk about what it might be like after death…let you know your options. Well, one place is very hot, uncomfortable, to say the least. In the Gospel of Luke, the rich man went there, while the other poor man named Lazarus went to the bosom of Abraham. And when Jesus visited the apostles after his resurrection and appeared to walk through walls and locked doors, he had to prove he was not a ghost or spirit! He asked them for some fish to clear up that notion. He met the disciples, after their unsuccessful fishing trip, on the shore with some cooked fish the day after the resurrection.
But the next life is not just the same old, same old, but a new life. As Saint Paul mentions in his letters, we will be a new creation. If we had any handicaps…gone! If we had any addictions…gone! If we had any bad habits…gone. Those all need bodies. We will be ourselves, but not exactly; as Jesus said, we will be like angels.
But will it really matter? Will we be going home to a place or to a relationship? In other words, does it really matter where we are, as much as whom we are with? That is why our confession to Jesus as the Christ, is so important, so that we can build on that confession, to go deeper in our relationship with the Lord and with those we love.
My Mom was very close to the Lord. One day she was praying her rosary, and in my youthful period of self-centeredness, I asked my Mom out of the blue, “Do you love God more than me?” She had told me many time of how much she loved the Lord, how much she loved God. She was quiet for a moment and then deliberately said, “I love God more than you!” I don’t know why, but it struck me very powerfully. My mother loves God more than me! Rather than get angry, I found asking myself, “Who is this God that my mother loves more than me, and why?”
And one day I was blessed with the answer. Ah! Now I know why my mother loves God more than me.
Now it is up to you to find the answer for yourself.
But I will tell you point blank, you will not find the answer sitting on your but’s. You will only find the answer when you pick up the Scriptures and seriously read them and pray them, like Saint Augustine and Saint Ignatius Loyola.
Besides Martha’s faith statement or proclamation of who she believed Jesus was, she also believed that “…whatever you ask God, God would give you.” That is a faith statement in itself!
In the Eucharist we are also given this chance to ask God, through Jesus Christ, to ask of him whatever we want…within reason. Hopefully we will ask God to grow deeper in our relationship with the Lord in this life, so we never have to worry about where we are going in the next life, but who we will meet!
In this presentation I would like to show the selected picture first and hope you could guess where the scene came from. Of course, you would have to know Gov Island well and Indian Lake, Ohio. But try it anyway. Otherwise you will have to enjoy the picture first and then read presentation.
If you have ever eaten at Indian Lake eventually you would encounter this Red Chair. It is black ink drawing and colored with pastel pencils. Every ones loves to eat at “Indian Head” road side cafe, and you will encounter this chair at the entrance of the establishment. They have a great menu, but the different beers are what really attract everyone. Rather than fill in the background, I decided to pain the shadow with purple. After all, the emphasis is on the red chair.
The Wooden Bench, is black ink and colored with watercolors. This bench is called the Deinhoffer bench, named after the late brother who used to reside at Governor’s Island. Usually it sits in front of the Guest House on the lawn facing the Wind Turbines. Despite its solid structure, the wind here has been strong enough to blow it over twice!
The Yellow Bench near the Kiosk, is a favorite for those who like to fish off the very front of the property. The brothers were known to have peer on tap in the kiosk, otherwise how could they continually have their glasses refreshed without ever going inside the main house? This bench is my early attempt at oil painting. With the new water-soluble oils that have come out, I couldn’t resist trying them. I like them! The canvas is framed with driftwoodthat regularly washes up onto our shores. Great wood for framing!
The Yellow Gas Lantern, actually it is an electric lantern with gas outlets for hooking up our gas grills! Not only to the brothers not have to go to the house for a refill, but the grill has a gas hookup that attaches to either side of this lantern! Another black ink drawing and watercolor. If you are very astute, you can just make out my face in the reflection off the glass picture.
The areas famous Beckham Bridge looking up the hill where the road leads back to Bud’s Marine. This piece is another black ink drawing colored with pastel pencils. It is healthy bike ride from Gov Island, about 7 miles. I have drawn this picture several times, and this actual drawing I found recently in my sketch book and decided to color it in.
I hope you have enjoyed my pictures. Please come again next month.
When we awoke in the morning, everyone was still reluctant to move from our camp site. We preferred to talk about the previous day’s experience again. No one seemed inclined to move on with our expedition, and no one brought up the fact that eventually we had to move on to reach our destination in time because of limited supplies. We had a spot on our way to the observatory that we were supposed to be at with limited lee way in our schedule. The only one who was slightly concerned was Michael. We thought he was concerned ab4out meeting the butterflies and the wolves again. The Professor was about to discuss his pet hypothesis of “Aliens” when we noticed the butterflies.
They came out of nowhere and just started to swarm all around us again like bees, but moving off here and there in a mass cloud of lavender. “It is almost like they are trying to say something to us,” Michael noticed. “I think they are trying to get us to move on,” I said. “Keep your eyes out for the wolves,” the Professor reminded us. “They are probably watching us now.”
He was right. I could just see them in the tree line, just on the border, not quite wanting us to see them so clearly, but evidently watching us. They seemed almost tame, concerned, but not agitated nor wanting to dash away. Again the butterflies just seem to vanish into thin air, and then our guesses were confirmed by the wolves’ disappearance. “Let’s go,” the Professor said. “I think it is time we moved on. We don’t need any more hints. We can always talk about this experience later.”
Soon we were quickly packed and heading down the path again, this time though, we were surrounded by the giant trees. Over the centuries, they grew enormous on this side of the mountain, and the undergrowth was still thick in places. At one point we rounded a switchback that took the path down a steep grade. As we came around the bend, there was an opening in the trees because of a small canyon that opened up into a very long valley that stretched
on into the distance. But what really caught our attention was the tower that suddenly appeared, over fifty feet tall, strategically placed and it seemed to almost act as a sentinel to the valley. We were quite exposed to its view and there was no other way down the path that would keep us out of view. Whoever built the tower placed it in the possibly best place, almost as a warning to anyone coming down the path who might enter the valley. The tower had mirror like windows placed at regular intervals spiraling up to the very top. Anyone could see out, but no one could see in. There was no way knowing if anyone was inside the tower. The overall feeling that the tower’s presence presented to us was definitely ominous! If the butterflies were trying to communicate a message of “Hurry Up,” the tower definitely communicated a message of “Keep Away,” or “Trespass At Your Own Risk!”
We continued down the switchback so that it eventually led us back into a forest, but away from the valley with the tower. Up ahead the path narrowed to a trail that led eventually out of the forest and into a meadow with a beautiful clear lake. We all knew where our net camp would be, and so we stopped for the day and set up camp. The day had warmed up a bit and the final hike down the path and along the trail was almost too warm for the clothes we were wearing. This meadow gave us the chance to bathe and catch a much needed rest. My companions and I were still excited about the encounter with the butterflies and the wolves that we were already discussing every detail. And much of that happened while we set up camp, but Michael’s silence also caught our attention.
“Are you OK, Michael,” I asked. “You seem a little quiet.” “Oh, sorry! I was just thinking about our last encounter and the weird experience with the tower,” he said. “It almost seemed that it was watching us pass by.” “Yea! I felt that way too,” Sarah responded excitedly. “And as soon as the tower was out of sight, I almost breathed a sigh of relief.” “Those are the things that we need to be aware of, besides making observations of everything around us,” said the Professor. “Especially as we head further into this land. There is no telling what we will experience or encounter. But I do feel that much of what is in this strange land may depend more on our feelings and intuition rather than our other senses!” he said.
“Professor,”I asked, “what was that structure?” “I don’t know. We will have to make a serious report when we get to our next rendezvous. As I mentioned before, that may be one of the structures that has suddenly appeared in the area that we can just barely make out. We will have to see if they want us to investigate that or not. Anyway, it will have to wait until after we get to the observatory. That is my main interest.” “Talking about being more aware of our feelings,” Michael continued, “I had a distinct feeling of dread come over me when we neared the tower. As the tower left our sight, the feeling left just a simply as it had come upon me when we first spotted it.” “Personally, I believe that it may be a certain kind of warning device that would broadcast such a feeling as one nears a forbidden area,” the Professor said. “Such devices were used by the ancients, but could also be used by the aliens.” “Well, I am going to take a swim, while you three discuss as much as you want,” Sarah said. “OK, we’ll join you,” I offered. “It may be dangerous out here, though.” “You may be dangerous,” Sarah teased.
The water was cold, but not as cold as I expected. In fact, it felt invigorating after a long days hike. We didn’t spend much time in the water, and I was ready to head back and start supper, when I distinctly heard Sarah mention that I had a nice butt! “What?” I asked Sarah. “I didn’t say anything,” she said and looked away. But I caught her staring at my butt, and I knew she clearly said something like “What a nice butt!” “She is thinking that you have a nice butt!” Michael said. “But I don’t think she said it out loud.” “What are you saying?” now I was confused. “A while back when I was quiet,” Michael ventured, “I thought that I could hear everyone thinking. I thought maybe I was going crazy.” “He is right,” Sarah said. “Michael does think you have a nice butt.” “I can handle that,” I said. “No, it is true,” she countered. “Not about your butt, but that we can read minds. I mean you do have a nice butt, but listen. Can’t you read our minds?” It was then that it hit me! All these thoughts were coming into my mind; Sarah’s, Michael’s, and even the Professor’s.