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Thursday, June 18, 1987
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Art transforms Star City
into a dazzling funfest
By Geoff McMurtry
Another hot summer weekend.
What to do in Lincoln? Boy, oh, boy,
the possibilities are endless. Hmm,
could sneak into a swimming pool,
could drive around in the heat,
could drink a lot, could go to
another movie again . . .
If only there were someplaces in
Lincoln that you could go and see a
whole bunch of artists, craftsmen,
artisans, and craftisans. Someplace
where you could get pottery, paint
ings, glassblowings, and other hand
made items. And, better yet, if you
could actually watch them being
made that would be great.
You, know, if you're going to have
all that going on in one place at
once, you might as well have some
street performers too. A few actors
and dancers, some musicians, maybe
some puppets, maybe even a story
teller or two. And with all that, food
would come in handy, too. Maybe
some local restaurants, or somebody
who has great homemade recipes or
something. Or both. Now that would
really be great.
On a Saturday afternoon like this,
when the heat blankets the world,
causing every thing underneath it to
wallow in its stifling grip, about the
only thing left to do is face it head
on. There's no point in trying to stay
home and hide from it, because air
conditioning doesn't get cold enough
to make a difference. Besides, it's
such a beautiful day.
So, wandering around downtown,
looking for some kind of ethereal
distraction, or some food, one can't
help but hear the noise. It sounds
like a crowd. People. Action. Perhaps
excitement. What can it be? It's
coming from the Lied Center's vacant
hole in the ground, but it doesn't
sound like construction work. Curios
ity insists on a closer look. Just
what in tarnation's going on here?
The whole downtown side of
campus is chock full o' stuff. Things
and people are everywhere. Little
signs all over proclaim this is the
Flatwater Festival, and everybody
else in the country seems to already
know about it. Booths and displays
line the street. All around are artists,
craftsmen, artisans, and craftisans.
They're making things right before
your eyes. Things like paintings,
portraits, pottery, woven baskets,
blown glass, stuffed animals, sculp
tures, woodwork, and a whole street
or two full of stuff, some of which
you don't really know how to de
scribe. There seem to be some
street performers just down the
block. Dancers, singers, storytellers,
and someone says there's a play
going on inside. The smell of food is
everywhere. Food itself is every
where. This is too much to ask. It
seems like the kind of family enter
tainment that everyone in the family
might actually like.
Walking past the batik artist's
booth, you suddenly remember your
childhood. Do you really hear some
one telling Brer Rabbit stories?
Once again, curiosity has to find
Later on, while eating some ice
cream and watching a sculptor in a
stained-glass mirror, you hear music
coming from just down the block.
They even have bands here! For a
lazy, boring, summer afternoon, this
is turning out pretty good.
Night begins to edge in. You
listen to windchimes, while looking
at jewelry, while remembering those
photographs, while an artist paints
your picture. You adjust your stack
of pottery, paintings, and your basket
full of smaller toys, and try to
remember if there could be anything
Maybe some more food before the
final ghost stories of the evening.
But what? Oriental? Mexican? Greek?
Maybe a sandwich. Or doughnuts or
brownies or cake? Pizza and fruit
juice? Maybe one more look around.
Well, it has been a long day, and a
full one it has been indeed. The
stories have been heard, the sights
have been seen, and all kinds of
things were looked at. Flatwater
Festival, eh? Good idea. Let's have
one every year.
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