Creative Expressions Arts (CEA) is owned by Indiana author and artist Alys Caviness-Gober. Alys began exhibiting and selling artwork in 2012; prior to that, she taught Anthropology at Ball State University. She is a Juried Artist Member in the Hamilton County Artists' Association (painting and photography categories), and is an artist member of Nickel Plate Arts. Alys serves on the Board of the Hamilton County Artists' Association. Alys and musician John Gilmore co-founded Logan Street Sanctuary, Inc. (LSS), a 501(c)(3) not-for-profit music, arts, and education venue located in the heart of Noblesville, Indiana. She is also the publisher of The Polk Street Review and other books through her publishing company, Logan Street Sanctuary Press. Alys' paintings, photographs, and poetry have received national and international recognition.
Indiana Arts Commission "Individual Artist Program" Grant Award Recipient
FY2017 (July 1, 2016 - June 30, 2017)
Alys Caviness-Gober has received an Indiana Arts Commission "Individual Artist Program" grant award of $2000 for grant period July 1, 2016 - June 30, 2017. Alys is a disabled artist, who began selling artwork after she left a University teaching career in Anthropology due to health problems. Disabled with a rare lung disease her entire life, Alys developed heart problems a few years ago. She's had a stroke, retinal bleeds, and glaucoma. Initially, she feared visual impairments meant no more painting, but she started to use texture to create images on canvas, then feel her way across the texture when applying paint.
Alys' Indiana Arts Commission IAP Grant project is to create 10-12 large-scale highly textured semi-abstract and abstract paintings that tell the story of challenges faced by people with hidden disabilities. Hidden disabilities have no visual indicators; physical, mental, and emotional pain and financial distress are hallmarks of hidden disabilities. People cannot see a lung disease or heart problems, people cannot see some residual effects of a stroke, and people cannot see some visual impairments. Financially, disability is below poverty-level ~ not "cushy", despite what some people think. Alys has an insider's perspective on life with hidden disabilities. She's been yelled at in parking lots for using handicapped spaces (despite her disability license plate), and she's experienced prejudice and discrimination in every place she's worked, including a public University. Employers, co-workers, even friends always say, "you don't LOOK sick."
Alys hopes her Indiana Arts Commission IAP project will raise awareness about hidden disabilities. You can follow the progress of Alys' project on the project's Facebook page here ~ thank you for your support for Alys while she worked on her paintings expressing various perspectives of life with hidden disabilities.
Alys records videos while she works on her project paintings, and you can view those videos HERE.
Addiction (above) was selected as an Abstract/Experimental Category Finalist in The Artist's Magazine's International competition in 2014.
Alys' Irish Lines is in an Irish poetry anthology, The Gathering, published in Dublin (2014):
I breath her in my dreams, amidst her roses her yellows her greens; I hear weathered ancient stones calling, gathering souls like a reclusive collector.
Alys' original photograph, Upper Pontabla Building, was purchased purchased by Gretchen Bomboy Interior Design for a faux window effect in the coffee shop of the corporate headquarters of the Reily Companies in New Orleans. Reily Companies owns Luzianne Tea, French Market Coffee, CDM Coffee, New England Coffee and Tea, and several other national "brand" names.
Alys' original poemRiver was selected from thousands of entries as the Second Place Winner in the 23rd Biannual Blue Mountain Arts Poetry Contest.
River The force that endured, that raged, that cut through and created the Grand Canyon is hard to visualize.
Her eyes were a river’s ribbon of steely blue raging as if cutting through five hundred years of brown-eyed Turkish domination, somehow enduring to flow into my veins.
“Luba” — the Macedonian word for love -- in any language: complicated.
I loved her sweet smile, her crocheted treasures, Christmas cookies like no others, the twinkle in her eye; yet never did she let me in, her magic and her mystery were her own.
Strange accent and strange beliefs; her past distorted and unknown to me, her perspective from another time and place, my love was tinged by distance that I could not cross; never as close to her as to my other grandmother, whose sweet sad elegance seemed more familiar.
Her complications conspired to preserve the reserve from which she saw the world; it rarely cracked. I could not see her protective wall for what it was; her strength escaped me, only later would I see it, could I know it, long after she was gone, and my own steely-eyed children chose their middle names Luba and Alexander -- their homage to a Macedonian past, and her.
I can see her reserve in their eyes; I know now, finally what she saw, understanding what lay behind her laughter -- it had its own accent, an echo down through time, that mirrored the twinkle in her ice-blue eyes -- like a river, raging, cutting, like a secret flash, enduring wisdom, a knowing unshared like that last never-revealed ingredient in a recipe -- her secret, she alone knew the punchline.