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A Local Odyssey: One Woman’s Life with Breast Cancer – Part 1

November 17, 2025 by Val Cavalheri 2 Comments

For most of her career, Beth Anne Dorman has been the one whom other people turn to in their hardest moments. As the CEO of For All Seasons and a clinician by training, she’s spent decades helping families navigate fear, trauma, and uncertainty. But when she found a lump this spring and received her cancer diagnosis in the middle of an ordinary July afternoon—parked at a baseball field beside her son—the roles reversed with dizzying speed.

In a conversation with Val Cavalheri, Beth Anne speaks with the kind of honesty that catches you off guard. She walks us through the punch-in-the-stomach moment of hearing the word “cancer,” the long week she waited before telling her children, and the careful balance of being vulnerable at home while steadying an 85-person staff at work. There are flashes of humor, too, the kind that families reach for when the ground shifts beneath them, along with the complicated truth that even without chemo, a bilateral mastectomy and a decade of hormone therapy remake your sense of self.

What emerges is not just a medical timeline but a portrait of leadership and humanity—how you let people in, how you accept help, and how you learn to live with a diagnosis that never fully leaves the room. It’s also a reminder, as Beth Anne says, that talking openly about illness and mental health isn’t a weakness. It’s the thing that keeps us connected.

This video is approximately 16 minutes in length. For more information about breast cancer, please go here.

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A Waterfowl Weekend with Artist Sandy Alanko

November 13, 2025 by Val Cavalheri Leave a Comment

“Flying Mallard” by Sandy Alanko

If it’s November in Easton, you can’t help but notice that the streets are busier, tents are appearing throughout town, and talk is all about the upcoming Waterfowl Festival. Inside Studio B Art Gallery, featured artist Sandy Alanko’s work fits the moment—paintings of water, marsh, and the wildlife that define the Shore. Watercolors that catch early light, wings over water, and the quiet places that define the festival.

“It’s my favorite show of the year,” Alanko said. “I’ve been coming for about eight years, and I love nature, conservation, and painting animals. It fits me so well. The fact that the proceeds go for conservation makes it even more meaningful.”

Her ties to that mission run deep. “I visit a lot of wildlife refuges, especially Blackwater,” she said. “They’ve benefited from Waterfowl Festival support over the years, and that makes me feel like we’re all part of the same circle—artists, collectors, and the environment we all care about.”

Her paintings grow from that connection.. One of her newest shows an osprey nest perched on Taylor’s Island. “You can see it from the back window of the little restaurant there,” she said. “It’s built on the pole that holds the fire siren. People wondered what would happen when the siren went off, but the ospreys just ignore it. For me, the painting was complex with all those twisted branches—but I loved it.”

“White Pelican on Ice” by Sandy Alanko

Her interest in the natural world began long before she called herself an artist. “When I was a little girl in Illinois, I made it my mission to learn the names of everything in the backyard—birds, insects, reptiles,” she said. “By fifth grade, I could identify all the local birds.”

That curiosity led her to spend several years working with the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History on a coral island off the coast of Belize, along with her husband. “We hosted scientists from all over the world,” she said. “Because of the research done there, the island and surrounding reef were declared a World Heritage Site. The biodiversity was extraordinary.”

It also changed how she looks at a subject. “I’ve always had a sensitivity for habitat restoration,” she said. “Painting is a way of paying attention—to light, to movement, to balance. It’s my way of showing respect.”

Alanko works in several media but sees herself primarily as a watercolorist. “It’s so transparent,” she said. “When it’s used right, light bounces between the pigment and the paper and gives the painting a glow. That’s what creates atmosphere. When I want a painting to feel airy and alive, watercolor is what I reach for.”

For landscapes, she paints on site when she can. Wildlife is different. “Animals don’t pose unless they’re asleep,” she said. “So I take photos and work from them. It’s still about watching and noticing.”

Her return to Studio B for Waterfowl Festival weekend brings her back into a familiar circle of artists and collectors. “I was honored when Betty Huang asked me to come back as a guest artist,” she said. “My work looks beautiful there. I can’t wait for people to stop in during the festival and talk about what they see. That’s what makes this weekend special.”

The feeling is mutual. Gallery owner Betty Huang is thrilled to have Alanko back. “Sandy, other than being a fabulous human being and a fabulous artist, does such beautiful work,” Huang said. “She brought paintings in oil, pastel, watercolor, and gouache, and they’re all amazing. She has always painted such beautiful waterfowl-related pieces, and that’s why I wanted to feature her again.”

Huang sees Alanko as part of the fabric of the gallery. “She’s a member of the Working Artists Forum, she’s local, and she’s so willing to share her techniques. It’s wonderful to be able to promote our own artists during an event that’s so much a part of Easton.”

She added that the Working Artists Forum, of which both she and Alanko are members, will also hold its annual Waterfowl Festival show at Christ Church. “It’s such a great partnership,” she said. “The Festival and Christ Church have supported the arts community for so long, and it gives people another chance to see what our local artists are doing.”

Even with artists from across the country represented, Studio B keeps a strong local focus. “I have award-winning artists from Maine, California, Texas, and Florida, but it’s important to highlight the incredible talent right here,” Huang said. “These artists aren’t only accomplished; they’re generous people. That’s just as important to me.”

That spirit carries through the town each November. The days leading up to the Waterfowl Festival are among Huang’s favorites. “Along with Plein Air Easton, Waterfowl is when the town really comes alive,” she said. “The streets are busy, the galleries are full, and everyone is talking about art. Easton is a charming, historic town, but it also has a cosmopolitan side. We really do have the best of both worlds.”

Alanko feels the same. “Easton is the hub of the Mid-Atlantic for art,” she said. She would know. Besides the Working Artists Forum, she’s part of the St. Michaels Art League and the Academy Art Museum community. “There are so many ways to grow and share your work,” she said. “It’s a very supportive place to be an artist.”

When she isn’t painting, she’s often on the water. “My husband and I belong to a kayaking group,” she said. “We go out every Wednesday to explore the tributaries that feed into the Chesapeake. I love reflections on the water and the vegetation along the shore.”

Sailing has been another lifelong thread. “We once took our boat to Bermuda and back,” she said. “So yes, I’m comfortable on the water.”

Her new work includes a series of large water birds that look ready to lift from the paper. “Watercolor is flat compared to oil,” she said. “So I started painting the bird on another sheet, then layering it—sometimes three layers deep—so a wing or a beak comes forward toward the viewer. It gives the impression that the bird is about to fly right out of the frame.”

She’s also discovered a way to display her watercolors without glass. “I found a spray that makes them UV-protected and waterproof,” she said. “It means people can see the work directly. There’s no reflection, no barrier.”

Her goal is simple. “I hope people see the beauty of the animal or the landscape,” she said. “And maybe it makes them want to preserve it.”

Huang believes that respect is what makes Alanko’s paintings stand out. “Her work reminds people what’s worth protecting,” she said. “You can see her love for nature in every piece. When people come into the gallery and see her paintings, they feel that.”

The Waterfowl weekend is an important time for Easton, and Studio B on Goldsborough Street is bringing Sandy Alanko’s world of water and wings into the heart of the festival.

Studio B Art Gallery is located at 7B Goldsborough Street in Easton.

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When Ticket Scams Hit Home at the Avalon

October 23, 2025 by Val Cavalheri

The complaints used to trickle in. Lately, they come in waves.

People show up at the Avalon thrilled for a show—Graham Nash, Judy Collins, the Eastport Oyster Boys—and the night starts with a thud. The seats aren’t what they thought. The name on the ticket isn’t theirs. The price they paid doesn’t match the face value printed right there in black and white.

“We’re seeing it with almost every show,” said Jessica Bellis, the Avalon Foundation’s Director of Finance and Operations. “Not just the big names you’d expect to draw competition from resellers. Community shows, too. Last year’s Sound of Music—people were spending three or four times face value because they landed on a reseller’s site.”

If you’re thinking “scalpers,” that’s not it. This is something else—slick third-party “marketplaces” that look like a venue’s box office, speak with the same urgency (“only two left!”), and promise tickets… later. Sometimes they buy after you buy, then transfer the tickets just before showtime. Sometimes they buy early, mark up the price, and pass along a QR code with a stranger’s name on it. Always, they add fees—double, triple, more.

“I think people have been desensitized to ticket pricing,” Bellis said. “There’s been so much news about how expensive tours are. So you see $60 for a regional act and think, ‘I guess that’s what it costs now.’ It doesn’t—if you’re on our site. But if you’re on a resale site, it suddenly does.”

That desensitization has a cost beyond dollars. “It colors the whole experience,” Bellis said. “You came here to relax, to have fun, and now you’re stewing because the ticket says $60 and you paid $150.”

Deana Villani, the Avalon’s Multimedia Specialist, sees how easy it is to get fooled. “People Google ‘Avalon Theater,’ click the top result—which is usually an ad—and land on a site that looks legitimate,” she said. “The seat maps mimic ours: right orchestra, center orchestra, left orchestra. But there are tells. We list rows by letters, A through H. They might show ‘Row 25.’ We don’t have a Row 25.”

Another tell: pop-ups and flashing countdowns. “Low ticket warning. Selling fast. Only two remaining. That’s not us,” Villani said. “We may note low inventory in an email, but we’re not doing the slot-machine thing on the site.”

What happens when someone realizes too late?

“We try to care for them,” Bellis said. “If there’s a better seat open, we’ll move them. But we can’t refund money we never received. We don’t know what they paid or who took their payment. If they’ve misplaced the confirmation and don’t remember which site they used, we’re doing detective work in the lobby while doors are closing.”

She told a story from a near-sold-out Judy Collins show: an older woman came alone, flustered, without a receipt. “We pieced it together—one single seat in a row she sort of remembered—but you feel awful,” Bellis said. “And then someone asks, ‘Why doesn’t your website warn people?’ It does. But they weren’t on our website.”

Villani sees patterns. “Folks from out of town are the most vulnerable,” she said. “They don’t know what our site looks like, they’re not on our email list, and they’re used to searching by the artist’s name plus city. They click the first thing that looks right. We’ve had people drive up from Norfolk and elsewhere in Virginia, and it’s heartbreaking to tell them they paid triple.”

The confusion doesn’t end at purchase. If a show is canceled, shifted, or has important day-of updates, the venue emails the account holder—the real buyer of record. “If that’s a reseller, the message may never get to the person in the seat,” Bellis said. “We often station someone at the door during cancellations because we know some patrons won’t have been told. Nine times out of ten, those are reseller tickets.”

Why not fight back on Google? Short answer: money.

“Yes, you can play the SEO/ads game to float your official link to the top,” Bellis said. “But it’s expensive and targeted by geography and demographics. A nonprofit venue like ours can’t outspend national marketplaces. It would be throwing good money after bad. Our strategy is education: talk with the press, speak to community groups, and warn patrons everywhere we can.”

There’s also the industry reality: most Avalon shows aren’t meant to sell out. “We design our schedule to serve the community,” Bellis said. “The idea that you need a ‘concierge’ service to secure seats here is mostly fiction. You usually can buy legitimate tickets at face value from us.”

So what should people do?

First, start in the right place. “Type the venue address directly,” Villani said. “For us, it’s avalonfoundation.org. Alternatively, visit the artist’s official website and click the venue link on their tour page. If you’re on our email list, those links go straight to our ticketing system.”

Second, sanity-check the price. “If your gut says, ‘This seems high for this act or this hall,’ get out of the cart and check our homepage,” Bellis said. “If our listed price doesn’t match what you’re about to pay, you’re on the wrong site.”

Third, check the details. “Rows listed as numbers instead of letters? A countdown clock and pop-ups? A ‘Row 25’ in a hall that doesn’t have numbers?” Villani said. “Those are red flags.”

Finally, slow down. “Don’t buy tickets after two glasses of wine on your phone,” Bellis said. “That’s when people make the biggest mistakes.”

There’s a part of this story that often gets overlooked: the people we never see—the ones who get priced out before they can click buy. “We talk about patrons who show up with marked-up tickets,” Bellis said. “But what about the people who land on a reseller, see the wrong price, and decide they can’t afford the Eastport Oyster Boys at sixty bucks when our tickets are twenty-five or thirty? They miss out entirely.”

On the flip side, some patrons overpay and never realize it. “They come, enjoy the show, and leave blissfully unaware,” Bellis said. “They’ll do it again next time. As a nonprofit, that stings. If you’re willing to pay triple face value, I’d love to introduce you to our development director and put those extra dollars to work here instead of with a reseller.”

If this sounds widespread, it is. “It’s not just us,” Villani said. “Birchmere, arena venues, major arts centers—it’s everywhere.” Bellis has started bringing the issue to civic groups. “I did a live demo with the St. Michaels Women’s Club,” she said. “We typed in searches together, clicked the top results, and saw how legitimate those bogus sites look. It was eye-opening.”

And as for legal remedies, the venue’s hands are tied at the door. “Resale is legal,” Bellis said. “These companies say they’re providing a ‘service.’ They’re not offering great customer service, but they’re operating within the rules. We can’t void those tickets on sight. Our focus is on helping people avoid the trap in the first place.”

The simplest path remains the best one: go straight to the source. “Our email list is a safety net,” Bellis said. “Every buy link is ours. The artist’s tour page is another safe on-ramp. What’s risky is typing the artist and city into a search engine and trusting the first result. We could be 15 or 20 links down.”

It would be easy to shrug and say this is the new normal. Bellis isn’t there. “We should be talking with peer venues and ticketing partners more,” she said. “Trade groups are buzzing about it. For now, the most effective thing is getting the word out.”

The message isn’t scoldy. It’s practical. “Buyer beware is the headline,” Bellis said. “Trust your gut. If anything feels off, hit pause and check us directly. Call us if you need to—we’ll call you back.”

One more thing—let’s talk out loud about it. 

“Please don’t be embarrassed if you’ve been scammed like this,” Bellis said. “That silence is how your friend ends up making the same mistake. Use the comments. Share the story. Help us spread the word.”

Villani agreed and put it plainly. “I’d love it if people took care to go to the actual venue or artist’s website and purchase tickets from there,” she said. “It would put these resellers out of business.”

Have you hit a reseller wall—overpaid seats, last-minute ticket transfers, no notification on a cancellation? Share your story below. Your experience might be the nudge that saves a neighbor from the same headache—and gets more people into the seats they meant to buy at the price the venue actually set.

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The Bay to Ocean Journal 2025: A Mirror to the Shore’s Creative Heart

October 18, 2025 by Val Cavalheri

Emily Rich still gets a thrill when the newest Bay to Ocean Journal lands in her hands.

“It’s always exciting to see the finished book,” she said. “You see all that work, all those voices, come together. It feels like a community in print.”

Now in its seventh year, the annual literary collection from the Eastern Shore Writers Association (ESWA) brings together poets, essayists, and fiction writers from across Maryland and beyond. This year’s edition once again captures the range of creativity connected to the Shore—work that is personal, place-based, and deeply human.

Like any good story, the journal’s own beginnings are part of what makes it special.

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The journal was first published in 2018 under then-ESWA President Ron Sauder, who wanted to give local writers a dedicated outlet for their work. “Ron started the Bay to Ocean Journal, and I took it over the following year,” Rich said. “I’d already spent many years editing literary magazines like *Little Patuxent Review* and *Delmarva Review*, so I was excited by this new challenge.”

For Rich, who now serves as both editor and president of ESWA, the journal is about far more than publication. “We felt local writers really needed a space where they could all get together,” she said. “And it’s more than just being able to be published. It’s the community that forms by all being part of this journal.”

That sense of connection runs through the 2025 edition, which—without anyone planning it—ended up circling around the idea of time. “With each edition, a theme seems to rise,” Rich said. “They’re not chosen in advance.This year, a lot of people wrote about the concept of time and the way it blurs—when you lose someone, when you reconnect with someone, a lost child, or an elderly parent. Some people discovered secrets about their own heritage. Both the poems and the prose touched on that. It’s really interesting how, for whatever reason, themes will emerge. It wasn’t like the judges were looking for those pieces,” she said. “That’s just what we got.”

And what they got, she said, was strong. “Since we started the journal, the quality of submissions every year has gone up. That makes me feel really good,” Rich said. “When you have to look at pieces several times to decide if they make the cut—that’s a good feeling. It means the journal is really succeeding.”

Each year, she and a small team of volunteer editors read through dozens of submissions, looking for what she calls *the spark. “I hate to be a literary editor stereotype,” she said, “but it really is just something that strikes you. It’s got an emotional spark, a good story arc.”

To keep things fair, the editorial process is blind. “Everything comes to me, but when I send it to my staff, it’s all blind,” she said. “That really helps because we’re a small community. My poetry editor has even said, ‘I know who this is—they’re in my writing group.’ So reading blind helps you focus only on the work.”

Among this year’s standouts is the opening poem, On a Path Austere and Certain, by Diana Fusting.“She talks about how, in the process of going from a child to an adult, she’s learned to quantify everything—from her weight to her GPA—and how she’s longing to get back to that spark of not having to worry about those things,” said Rich. “It really set the theme.”

The poem is followed by a short story about “a man at the end of his life who’s lost his daughter and wife,” she said. “Instead of focusing on the loneliness of that, he finds a place of peace where he feels their presence. It’s really very heartwarming.”

Though the journal welcomes submissions from across the Mid-Atlantic, its roots stay close to home. “There’s no requirement that your piece be about the Shore,” Rich said. “But people love this place, so often their work reflects that love of place. You do have to be a member of the Eastern Shore Writers Association to submit, so everyone has some connection with the community.”

Even the cover stays true to that mission. This year’s artwork by Naomi Clark Turner depicts a view of Oxford. “We always look for local artists,” Rich said. “Naomi lives outside of Oxford, and it just felt right.”

Inside, readers will find everything from poignant essays to pure fun. “There’s one really sweet love story,” she said. “And one hilarious story that starts with a woman describing being on an academic quiz show. She grew up outside Cambridge and tells this story about how she and her teammates tried to get away with saying crazy things on air—like claiming she was a snake handler. It was just so funny to see that side of someone I know as a serious professional.”

For Rich, those discoveries are the best part. “Writing is such a vulnerable endeavor,” she said. “You’re putting yourself out there to be read and judged. That willingness to open up and be part of something—it binds you. It’s a common experience every writer has to go through.”

That shared vulnerability is what fuels the broader ESWA community, including the annual Bay to Ocean Writers Conference, held each March at Chesapeake College. Many contributors discover the journal through the conference and later return to submit their own work.

For those hesitant to take that leap, Rich keeps it simple. “You’re never going to find out unless you do,” she said. “Being a writer without getting rejections is like being a boxer and not wanting to get hit. That’s just part of the game.”

Of course, the writing has to be polished. Her advice to anyone thinking of submitting: “Always have someone else read it—someone who’s going to be honest with you.”

Editing, she admits, has changed her own writing. “The one thing I’ve learned is that you can always cut,” she said. “People think, ‘I can’t get rid of this,’ but you can. You don’t need all the backstory. Just jump right in and get people hooked. You can always fill things in later.”

Outside of the journal, Rich continues to write and teach. Lately, she’s been digging into her family’s history. “My great-grandfather was a gold miner in the 1870s,” she said. “He traveled all over the West—from Virginia City to Helena to Mazatlán. I found his grave—it’s just a metal plaque in the Masons’ cemetery, and he’s there by himself. So I’m trying to piece together that story.”

She also teaches memoir workshops. “Everybody has a story, and that’s what I love about it,” she said. “For memoir, you’re supposed to keep it real, but you can bring in dreams, musings, conjecture. There’s room to play with memory.”

If there’s a thread connecting all of it—editing, teaching, writing—it’s her belief that storytelling builds community. “This is really a labor of love for me,” she said. “It was important to me to work on something that gives space to local writers. I’d really like to encourage those writers out there—join ESWA and submit.”

This year’s Bay to Ocean Journal will officially launch with a book party in Berlin this December, followed by sales at the Bay to Ocean Writers Conference at Chesapeake College next spring. Copies are also available on Amazon and at ESWA events throughout the Shore.

Submissions for the 2026 edition will open in March 2026.

“When you see it all come together,” she said, “it feels like holding up a mirror to our community. You see the heart, the humor, the grief, the love—all of it. That’s what writing is for.”

For additional information, go to: https://www.easternshorewriters.org/

 

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Who Framed You: A New Chapter on Harrison Street

October 15, 2025 by Val Cavalheri

It started with a bit of Beatles memorabilia:

“My strongest recollection,” said Richard Marks, “was ages ago walking into Easton’s premier framing shop, Lu-Ev Gallery, mostly known for framing Waterfowl Art with lithographs signed by John Lennon. The prints were from one of the 300 sets made as a wedding gift to Yoko. Lu-Ev framed five from the set beautifully”.

And, up until a few years ago, despite other framing choices, Lu-Ev was where you went to have things framed—artists preparing for Waterfowl, museum shows from across the Shore, or neighbors carrying in photos from graduations, anniversaries, and fishing trips. The faces behind the counter never changed much, and neither did the feeling. “To me, it was an anchor downtown,” Marks said. “And you knew the work there would be done professionally”.


The anchor began in 1946, when Lucille and Everett Henry opened Lu Ev Gift Mart, a tidy white storefront near the bank on Dover Street. “Framing wasn’t even part of the equation,” said Wayne Johnson, who would take over the business decades later. “They sold engraved invitations and greeting cards.” Everett, always tinkering, added framing a few years later, working out of a small shop near Hill’s Drug Store and carrying finished frames back across town for pickup.

It was a different Easton then—small, local, and stitched together by family businesses whose names everyone knew. After the war, Lu Ev was one of them.

By 1973, the Johnson family took over. They were not experienced framers. In fact, they ran a bus company. “My great-grandfather started our transit company in 1921,” Johnson said. “We had 500 buses on the street in the district area.” When the Washington Metro absorbed the private lines in the early ’70s, the family looked for a new start. “Dad came up to Easton, walked into Lu Ev, met Everett Henry,” Johnson said. “Dad expressed interest, and Everett told him he wanted to retire.”

They bought the shop. “We knew nothing about it,” Johnson said. But his father loved finish carpentry, his brother Bobby could fix anything, and Wayne handled customers. They kept the invitations for a while, sending the engraving work out, but framing soon became the heart of the business.

“We bought molding by the length—twelve-foot sticks stacked along the wall—and cut every frame ourselves,” Johnson said. “With forty or fifty styles in stock, we could move fast. If the size was right, a customer could drop off a picture and we’d have it ready in a day.”


When suppliers began offering pre-cut molding—”chops,” as they were called—the business changed again. “There’s almost no waste in a chop,” Johnson said. “With length molding, there’s a lot of waste because there are imperfections.” The shop’s sample wall grew, and so did its reputation. Within a decade, Lu Ev needed more room.

“In less than ten years, we moved across the street,” Johnson said. “We went from about 1,500 square feet to 7,000.” The new space brought better tools—pneumatic nailers and pinners that turned 24-hour jobs into two-hour ones, a vacuum press, and the capacity to handle major projects for the Waterfowl Festival and the Academy Art Museum, as well as custom work for collectors and homeowners throughout the Shore.

“When we moved across the street, we became a legitimate art gallery,” Johnson said. “We had room to expand.”

Marks remembered that era. “When I moved here in 1976, most art was either a duck print or a decoy,” he said. “Waterfowl weekend was probably a month’s business in one weekend.”

Lu Ev became part of Easton’s rhythm. “We were approached once to close our store during Waterfowl weekend,” Johnson said. “I told them, we’re here 365 days a year—and you’re here for one.” He smiled. “This is Easton. We stay open.”

The people made the place. “We had Joanne—she worked 27 years,” Johnson said. “Another lady was Chris Barr, she worked 25.” Marks agreed. “Joanne was wonderful and helpful and knowledgeable,” he said. “She always gave great advice on mattes and frames and called to let me know when the work was finished.”

For 50 years, the sound of saws and the smell of fresh mat board never stopped. Then life changed. “In 2017, my youngest brother died,” Johnson said. “In 2022, my other brother died. We went from three down to one. Age catches up.”

By 2023, it was time. “I wanted something to happen to the business before something happened to me,” he said. “I did not want to sell it piece by piece.”

That’s when Marks stepped in.

He hadn’t planned to run a ‘shop.’ “The original intent of getting the equipment was knowing we needed another frame shop,” he said. “I can acquire the equipment and figure out the rest later.” Then local artists started calling. “They asked, could you carry art supplies?” Marks said. “A lot of them have special brands they like—quality they prefer that’s not always available. Some of it can be found online, but not all of it. People wanted more than just the big box stores; they asked for the local touch.”

That changed everything. If they were going to carry art supplies, they needed a visible storefront. When the former Trade Winds boutique closed, the space became available. “Alice Ryan and her family, who owned Trade Whims, were wonderful in helping with the transition,” Marks said. “Even some of the furnishings they left behind were useful.”

He also had help from the man who came before him. “We didn’t just buy the equipment from Lu-Ev,” Marks said. “Wayne came with the equipment—helping us get things set up, showing us how to operate it. He made the transition smooth.”

The new shop will open as Who Framed You, a name suggested by artist Shelton Hawkins. “My niece’s husband, a graphic designer in Asheville, did the logo,” Marks said. “I told him an owl would be cool, and I sent a picture of Amy wearing these funky glasses. The result fits perfectly.”

Marks’s team includes familiar faces. “Artist Cheryl Southwick is amazing—she framed for years at the Academy Art Museum,” he said. Also joining are Taylor Wheatley and Kearson Harnon, both former Michaels managers who know the ropes. “We could not be more fortunate to have assembled such an incredible team.”

The shop is now open, with a ribbon-cutting ceremony planned for October 20. “Even though we do not have a complete art supply inventory yet, we want to be ready for Waterfowl and the holidays,” Marks said. “Our focus will be on custom framing, curated art supplies, and quick turnaround. We hope folks recognize that small business is part of the fabric of the community and are banking on the loyalty small towns still have for small stores, but know we still need to be competitive.”

If there’s a thread running from 1946 to today, it’s continuity—of craft, of people, of care. Johnson put it: “We were very fortunate to have good people. That’s what kept it going.” Marks agreed. “Good things come together when good people work together,” he said.

The framing lights are on again, though not in the old Lu Ev building. Who Framed You has opened around the corner at 11 North Harrison Street. New space, but with the same tools, the same craft, and the same care that framed Easton’s history for nearly fifty years. Inside, the scent of fresh matte board returns. Hands accustomed to the craft are at work. The name on the door is new, but the soul of the business endures.

Val Cavalheri is a writer and photographer. She has written for various publications, including The Washington Post.  Previously, she served as the editor of several magazines, including Bliss and Virginia Woman. Although her camera is never far from her reach, Val retired her photography studio when she moved from Northern Virginia to the Eastern Shore a few years ago.. She and her husband, Wayne Gaiteri, have two children and one grandchild.

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A Force of Nature Named Rima: A Community Remembers Rima Parkhurst

August 18, 2025 by Val Cavalheri

If you spent any time in Easton over the last few decades, you probably spotted her. A green Vespa parked outside Out of the Fire restaurant, or moving steadily along the sidewalk, its rider upright, hair catching the wind. That was Rima Parkhurst. Even well into her 90s, she had places to be and people to see. When she died on June 18, 2025, at the age of 97, the town didn’t just lose a familiar figure. It lost someone who showed what it meant to live exactly the way you wanted.

Rima didn’t come to Easton on a straight path. By the time she settled here, she’d already had more than a few careers. She was born in Cleveland, Ohio, on January 2, 1928, in a time when girls were supposed to be polite, patient, and quiet. But that was never her style. She worked in Washington, D.C., as assistant director of the American Civil Liberties Union, ran the Democratic National Committee’s Democratic Advisory Council, and became the first director of government affairs at the Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts.

Rima later took on another first — Amtrak’s vice president of passenger services, the first woman to hold the job. She co-founded Parkhurst-Spence Consultants, a political consulting firm. She worked alongside former Senator Birch Bayh at his law firm before making Easton her home.

Once here, she didn’t waste time finding her place. She joined the boards of the Academy Art Museum, Chesapeake Chamber Music Society, and the Talbot Arts Council. She also became a Court Appointed Special Advocate for children in Talbot County — work she called the most difficult and the most meaningful she’d ever done.

One of the people who saw her in both public and private moments was Amy Haines, owner of Out of the Fire. First, a lunch regular, Rima became a friend who wasn’t shy about her opinions. When Haines announced she was moving the restaurant to a new location, Rima, then 94, wasn’t happy. “She would lament about the move and how much she would miss her favorite table,” Haines said. “I said, ‘Rima, you’ll be fine. It’s the same food, same people, same environment. Basically shut the flock up.’ And guess what? It was fine.”

That was Rima’s way — dig in her heels, then adjust. “She always worked through things with a great amount of aplomb, adaptability, and resilience,” Haines said.

She carried that same determination into her transportation choices. In her late 80s, she rode a Vespa without a helmet. She was often told a crash could kill her. Rima’s answer? “If I die driving my Vespa, that will be a very happy death,” she told friends. At 95, after a serious car accident ended her driving days, her children bought her a three-wheeler with a spot on the back for her cane. Haines still remembers seeing her ride through town, grinning from ear to ear.

Haines’ husband Richard Marks also got to know Rima through their shared involvement in the arts. In 2017, when the Dock Street Foundation brought the Ruth Starr Rose exhibit to Easton, she was the one who organized and trained the docents. “In no time, she knew more about Ruth Starr Rose than any of us,” Marks said. “She had a tremendous thirst for knowledge — she could never learn enough about enough things.”

Their work together turned into a friendship. For her 90th birthday, Marks and Haines took Rima to New York to see Hamilton. They stayed at the Algonquin Hotel, a place she appreciated for its history of writers and actors. “That was special,” Marks said. “One of many great memories.”

That’s what made Rima so special — her ability to turn a working relationship into something lasting. Rima’s friendships often began like that, with a shared project that led to phone calls, visits, and years of staying in each other’s lives. That was the case for Busy Graham, whose connection to Rima started in the early 1990s, when she was running the Institute of Musical Traditions and learned that the Maryland State Arts Council’s site visitor for their first grant application would be Rima Parkhurst. Graham thought the name sounded familiar “Come to find out that Rima was among my Mom’s very best friends on the Shore–AND the mother of musician-singer-songwriter Brooke Parkhurst whose concerts and recordings I had long admired. A very small world indeed!”

What started as a professional encounter quickly turned into a friendship. Graham said she came to admire Rima’s determination to live on her own terms. “She was a force of nature,” she said. “She definitely knew how she wanted to live her life.” That meant refusing a helmet on her scooter, being less than enthusiastic about moving to a retirement community, or waking up after her car accident annoyed that it wasn’t her time. “She thought that might have been it,” Graham added. “But then she came around, got used to it, and made the most of those last years.”

Gerry Early, who led the Talbot County Arts Council for more than two decades, knew her as both a colleague and a friend. “She was a wonderful, active, positive, creative, friendly, enthusiastic, and enormously popular board member,” he said. Her time there left a mark on arts programming in Talbot County’s schools and organizations. Even after they no longer worked together, they continued to meet regularly to talk about the arts and politics.

That was Rima, someone who couldn’t stay still. After stepping down from a position she had held, she wrote to friends letting them know she was looking for something new to do — and, in typical Rima fashion, gave them a detailed breakdown of what she could offer. “I bring the sum of all my experiences,” she wrote, reminding them that the sum included editing professional journals, directing congressional liaison at the Kennedy Center, serving as Vice President of Passenger Services at Amtrak, and leading local boards from CASA to Chesapeake Chamber Music. Her “ideal job,” she explained, was one where she worked three days a week with interesting people, had fun, and made a difference in the community — something she managed to do in almost everything she touched.

Ask anyone who knew her and you’ll hear the same words: resilient, curious, bold, independent. She liked a good debate. If you made your case, she might change her mind. If you didn’t, she might tell you you were “full of s***.” She read constantly, surrounded herself with younger friends, and kept up with technology, texting, emailing, and researching.

When she decided she had had enough, she handled it the same way she’d handled most things in her life — directly. Haines remembers Rima’s text to her husband, saying she was voluntarily entering hospice. “She told him, ‘I am tired and I don’t want to do this.’”

Still, when Haines went to Talbot Hospice to see her, the moment landed hard. Rima was asleep. Haines kissed her on the forehead, held her hand, and said goodbye. “My stoic rationalism broke down at that moment,” she said. “I wept for the loss of her physical presence and how I would miss her sassiness in my life.”

That sassiness was only part of how others saw her: to Amy Haines, she was also “a marvelous and cantankerous matriarch.” Busy Graham called her “a force of nature.” In Gerry Early’s account, she was an advocate whose work would outlast her. To Richard Marks, she was a woman with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, always eager to learn and teach in equal measure.

Put all of that together, and you can still see her — head high, moving through town, entirely in motion.

A memorial service will be held at the Academy Art Museum on Thursday, August 21, from 5–7 p.m., with friends, family, and neighbors gathering to share their own Rima stories.

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New Voices, New Vision at the Water’s Edge Museum

July 29, 2025 by Val Cavalheri

There’s a quiet transformation happening in Oxford, Maryland—one that you might miss if you’re only passing through. But step inside the Water’s Edge Museum and it’s clear: things are changing. New leadership, new projects, and a bold new commitment to telling untold stories.

“We’re not just preserving history,” said Ja’Lyn Hicks. “We’re building on it.”

Hicks and Sara Amber Marie Park were named Co-Directors of the Water’s Edge Museum at the start of this year. Both had previously interned and worked closely with founder and curator Barbara Paca. Now, they’re steering the museum into its next chapter, bringing fresh energy and new perspectives to its mission of elevating African American history on the Eastern Shore.

Their focus? More visibility, more interactivity, and more connections between past and present.

The biggest news is the museum’s leadership role in a multi-year initiative to create a Middle Passage Port Marker sanctuary at the Oxford ferry dock—the only documented site of disembarkation for enslaved Africans on Maryland’s Eastern Shore.

The project is being led entirely by people of African descent—a first for any Middle Passage marker nationwide.

“The history here is heavy,” said Hicks. “Oxford was a receiving point. From here, people were sent to places like the Lloyd estate, where Frederick Douglass was enslaved. A lot of people don’t know that.”

That educational gap is exactly what the Water’s Edge Museum is working to change. As Hicks put it, “People hear ‘Middle Passage’ and they still say, ‘What is that?’”

The sanctuary space itself is being designed to be physically accessible and emotionally resonant. “We’re not just putting a plaque on a dock,” said Hicks. “We’re creating a path. A place to walk, sit, reflect.”

Among those helping bring it to life are:

-Dennis Howland II, a civil engineer who recently completed the Frederick Douglass Memorial Bridge in Washington, D.C.

-Jeffrey Moaney, Design Director and Senior Associate at Gensler.

-Mia Matthias, Curatorial Advisor and Mentor.

-Dr. Sarah E. Vaughn, Environmental Anthropologist at UC Berkeley.

At the kickoff meeting on July 1, the team gathered in Oxford to walk the site and brainstorm ideas. “Someone suggested footsteps in the path that slowly disappear,” said Hicks. “It represents the people who arrived here—people whose stories weren’t recorded, whose names we may never know.”

Accessibility was a top priority in the planning. “Dennis and I both have family members who use wheelchairs,” said Hicks. “We want the space to be welcoming for everyone, not just physically but emotionally, too.”

While the Middle Passage project is getting a lot of attention—and rightly so—it’s just one part of a broader wave of new work happening at the museum. Another major initiative underway is Black Watershed, a museum-led book project that will serve as both an interpretive companion to the sanctuary and a powerful storytelling platform in its own right.

“Each chapter focuses on something tangible—an oyster shell, a fishing boat, a plant—and tells the story of how people have formed relationships with the Chesapeake through their engagement with the landscape and the waterscape,” said Park, who serves as the book’s editor-in-chief. “It’s about culture, identity, and memory—all rooted in the landscape.”

Also happening this summer is a new exhibit on Black watermen and crab pickers being curated by Hicks. “You see these figures in Ruth Starr Rose’s paintings,” she said. “But we’re going deeper—sharing oral histories, environmental struggles, stories from the segregation era.”

To help younger visitors connect with the material, the museum is introducing an interactive iPad feature that allows children to explore Rose’s artwork while listening to the gospel music that inspired her. “We’re using tech to make history come alive,” said Hicks. “And we’re keeping it authentic—we chose recordings by Black choirs to keep that spiritual connection.”

The museum is also continuing its education outreach with local camps and schools. Park recently led an art exercise with Oxford Kids Camp where children painted scenes of their favorite outdoor spaces. “It helped us start a conversation about environmental justice and how we relate to nature,” she said.

That dual lens—history and environment—is central to Park’s approach. With a degree in geography and political science from Syracuse University and a background in environmental policy, she brings a spatial and cultural perspective to everything the museum does. “I think about place,” she said. “We’re asking: ‘Who lives there? What happened there? Who got erased?”

Those questions are at the heart of the work being done now, and will also be at the heart of future work. Park and Hicks will travel to Pea Island, North Carolina, in August to begin a research initiative documenting endangered African American communities in the Tidewater and Chesapeake regions. That work will eventually be included in Black Watershed.

But for now, the focus is here. In Oxford. On the Middle Passage. On building something lasting.

“We’re still in the early stages,” said Hicks. “We’re surveying the land, working w ith the town, figuring out what we can build and where. But the momentum is real.”

That momentum is also visible inside the museum. The gallery is shifting. The exhibits are evolving. And the stories being told are more layered, more inclusive, more connected than ever before.

“We want people to know that history is not frozen,” said Park. “It’s alive. And we’re shaping how it’s remembered.”

What’s happening at the Water’s Edge Museum isn’t just a redesign or a new exhibit—it’s a reimagining. A way of telling history that doesn’t separate the past from the present or the environment from the community. A place that centers Black stories not as sidebars, but as the heart of the Chesapeake.

And it’s all happening right now.

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For additional information, go to https://www.watersedgemuseum.org/

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From One Generation to the Next: A Community Mural Reimagined by Val Cavalheri

July 15, 2025 by Val Cavalheri

In 2011, more than thirty kids—participants in a summer camp run through the Academy Art Museum—came together to create a large mosaic mural on the side of a building then known as Eastern Market Square. The site, now home to Tiger Lily and Harrison’s Liquors, still displays the mural, which includes references to a marketplace that no longer exists.

The idea for a mural came from artist Jen Wagner, who by 2011 had already spent several years creating community mosaics across Dorchester and Talbot counties. In Easton alone, she’d led projects like the farm scene mosaic that now hangs at the public library (installed initially at the Red Hen), and the heron mosaic on the side of what used to be the blind store on Harrison Street.

What started as a conversation with Cathy Witte, who managed the Eastern Market Square building at the time, helped spark this particular project. “There was just a synergy,” Wagner said. “We started talking, and the project came together fast.” At the time, Easton didn’t even have a formal process for approving public art. “That had to be created for this project,” she said.

Fast forward 14 years, and even though the mural has held up well over time, Wagner says it’s due for a refresh. “Some of the panels are obsolete,” she said. “For one, it’s not called Eastern Market Square anymore.” So she is returning to the wall—this time teaming up with Lauren Dwyer, Early Childhood and Youth Education Coordinator at the Academy Art Museum (AAM), to bring in a new generation of young artists. Through a series of summer camps, kids will not only be learning the mosaic process—they’re actually designing and building the new panels themselves: drawing, cutting glass, placing tile, and grouting, just like the kids did back then.

But unlike the original, which unfolded as a full-on street production beside Route 50, this time the work will happen in the comfort of Wagner’s studio. “There’s a little disappointment that we won’t be outside,” she said. “That first one was a spectacle. We had 30 kids in each camp, the younger ones one week and the older ones the next. I’d show up on Saturdays during the farmer’s market, and people would stop and say, ‘Can I help?’ And they’d add a piece. It became a community thing.”

Dwyer is helping coordinate the 12 youth art camps AAM will run this summer, three of which are specifically focused on mural mosaics. “We’ve done one in June, and have one in July, and one in August,” she said. “Each camp has new registrants, so there’s potential for 36 different kids to be part of this.” The mosaic camps are open to children ages 8–12. “This is their moment. It’s been 14 years since the last one. I really don’t want this opportunity to slip by.”

The panel replacement will focus on the middle sections of the mural, with the flower and market scenes from the original preserved on either end. “We’re thinking about doing more of an Eastern Shore scene in the center,” Wagner said. “We’ve been discussing design ideas. It won’t be a carbon copy of what was there.”

She jokes about being a tough instructor, yet Wagner is clear about the value of what these young artists are gaining. The mural-making process is collaborative and fast-paced, which means kids learn more than just art techniques. “You have to make a lot of decisions quickly,” Wagner said. “And we’re on a deadline. That’s a valuable thing to go through—dreaming big, turning it into reality, sometimes reining it in based on the project. There’s a lot of creative problem-solving baked in.” There is also the responsibility she feels to the community. “We approach it as real work. These kids put in a full day’s work in a few hours.”

From Dwyer’s perspective, the mural project isn’t just about art—it’s the kind of collaborative learning she believes leaves a lasting impact. “It’s true problem-solving,” she said. “Not on a worksheet—real collaboration. These kids are working with others who have different ideas and different backgrounds. That’s what sets them up to be successful adults. And they get to say, ‘I did this. I had a part in this.’”

Each of the three mural camps will run for five days, with the kids working together to complete as many panels as possible. “We don’t know how fast they’ll go,” Wagner said. “One group might get two panels done. Another might only finish part of one. But the most important thing is that the work is good. We’ll set a realistic goal and go from there.”

And if they don’t finish? That’s by design, too. The team plans to open the project to the broader community once the camps wrap up. “We’ll create some workshop opportunities where anyone can come in and add their mark,” said Dwyer.

It’s a fitting continuation of how the first mural came together, through layers of community involvement and connection that stuck. “Almost all of the kids from 2011 are still in touch,” Wagner said. “They’re all over the world now. They have families and careers. But we’ve been sharing stories. It’s been wild watching them grow up. They’ve taken their engagement photos in front of that mural. It’s been a part of their lives. And I get to be a little part of their lives too, which is fun.”

She’s hoping the next chapter adds a new layer. “It would be great if some of those original kids—now parents—bring their own children to be part of this one.”

And for Wagner’s stepping back into the process feels meaningful. “It feels good to come back and do another big one,” she said. “And I’ve matured a little too.”

To follow along with the project, updates will be posted on the Academy Art Museum’s social media channels and Jen Wagner Mosaics’ page. If the project runs past the August 8 camp deadline, opportunities for the community to join in will be announced there as well.

As for the final unveiling, it’s still a ways off—but there will definitely be one. “We’ll have a splash,” Wagner promised. “And maybe we’ll get some of the kids to come talk about it, too. They’ll blow your mind. They really will.”


Val Cavalheri is a writer and photographer. She has written for various publications, including The Washington Post.  Previously she served as the editor of several magazines, including Bliss and Virginia Woman. Although her camera is never far from her reach, Val retired her photography studio when she moved from Northern Virginia to the Eastern Shore a few years ago.. She and her husband, Wayne Gaiteri, have two children and one grandchild.

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Thread by Thread: Anne Lindberg and Piper Shepard at the Academy

May 28, 2025 by Val Cavalheri

It started in 1986 in a tight-knit fiber cohort at Cranbrook Academy of Art. That’s where Anne Lindberg and Piper Shepard first met—two young artists drawn to textile, space, and the possibilities of working with their hands. Nearly forty years later, they’re showing side-by-side at the Academy Art Museum (AAM) in Easton. Their solo exhibitions, seen and unseen by Lindberg and Fields, Voids, and Translations: Works on Paper and Textiles by Shepard, occupy separate spaces but feel in conversation—with each other, with the building, and with those stopping by to look.

“When I came to the museum last fall,” said Lindberg, “I was encouraged to make the project in a fairly narrow, two-story space at the north end of the museum. And so it became quickly apparent to me that if I built something in that space, you would see part of it on the first floor, and you would need to go to the second floor to see the rest of it. So quite literally, it’s seen and unseen.”

“seen” 2025 graphite, Flashe, acrylic and colored pencil on mat board 60 x 70 inches by Anne Lindberg

Her installation consists of thousands of fine chromatic threads stretched from wall to wall, forming a diaphanous field of color. From a distance, it looks like light or film. “Lots of questions come about,” she said. “Is this light? Is this paint? What is it? And eventually, you do discover what it is and what it might mean to you.”

The same rhythm lives in Lindberg’s graphite drawings. “There are thousands of lines tightly stacked together,” she said. “My arm is moving from one side of the board to the other. So it’s almost as if each of those lines is a breath. They often take me more than one breath, but they’re an expression. And then I lift the pencil, return to the start point again, and carry on with another one.” She describes it as rhythmic, paced, and slow. “We’re also aware when we breathe—of a big breath or a short breath. So the metaphor of the breath makes a lot of sense to me.”

Like Shepard, Lindberg is interested in how a viewer first encounters the work with their body. “The drawings and thread installations greet you through your gut first, your physiology. And then maybe later you start asking analytical questions—what am I looking at?”

That physical, sensory entry point is something both artists lean into, even if their methods differ.  For Shepard, it begins with familiar material. “There’s something so accessible about textile,” Shepard said. “We all know it so well—we wear it every day. So that ubiquity, that accessibility, allows me to connect with the audience.”

Shepherd’s panels—some as tall as a doorway—are hand-cut with surgical precision. “It’s a subtractive process,” she said. “Yet at the same time, I’m making a work that becomes present through what’s taken away.” Cutouts become lace, and lace becomes architecture. “I’m working with the kind of in-between space of light and shadow, of presence and absence, of the haptic and the optic.”

Once the form is complete, she adds a layer of graphite. “I start with drawing in order to create the imagery or the pattern that I’m making,” she said. “Then, by layering it with graphite, it’s the suspended drawing in space you’re experiencing.”

“Thicket”, 2023, 13’ x 10’, handout muslin, gesso, graphite, aluminum armature by Piper Shepard

Although both artists were trained in fiber, they have since moved beyond their traditions. “We’re making work with textile materials or in textile ways,” said Lindberg, “but not in traditional ways.” She sees this exhibit as part of a larger shift: “The place of textiles in contemporary art has changed, certainly in the time that we’ve made work. We’ve watched that change, and that’s been rewarding and exciting.”

Their shared history makes the exhibit feel like more than just a pairing. “We’ve been in conversation since graduate school,” Shepard said. “Even if we weren’t in the same place, we’ve always been talking. There’s just a long-standing dialogue between our work.”

Besides the dialogue, they’ve also collaborated formally in the past—at the Kansas City Art Institute, where they both taught in the ’90s, and later on exhibitions that combined Shepard’s textile printing with Lindberg’s printmaking. One early piece involved a sculptural base and three large textiles. “The middle one we worked on together,” said Lindberg. “Piper made one, I made one, and the third we made together.” In another collaboration, they used cameras to photograph landscapes, then each transformed the imagery into large-scale environmental work—Shepard through silk screen printing and Lindberg through carved wood.

Even now, they still approach space the same way. “How do we want people to experience the work?” Shepard said. “How do they move through it? How does the architecture shape their experience?” That kind of thinking, she added, “has been a part of our conversation since 1986.”

It’s also a part of their lineage. Their mentor at Cranbrook, Gerhardt Knodel, urged them to think about textiles on a larger scale. “He understood that textiles can have an impact at scale,” Lindberg said. “They don’t have to be intimate. They can be architectural.” She referenced historical examples like the “wild man tapestries” that stretched across castle walls. “He showed us those and said, ‘You can work this way.’”

That respect for size and for the women in the field who shaped it continues to ground both artists. “We had really strong women role models,” said Shepard. “Olga de Amaral, Magdalena Abakanowicz, Joyce Scott, Anni Albers—people who believed in textile as a serious form. I’m forever grateful.”

For Shepard, Anni Albers remains a constant touchstone. “She was the first textile artist to have a solo show at MoMA,” she said. “She wrote an essay in 1957—The Pliable Plane—and it’s still one of the most important texts for anyone thinking about textile and architecture,” Lindberg added that even the campus of Cranbrook was steeped in that legacy. “It was designed by Eliel Saarinen,” she said. “And his wife, Loja, was a weaver. Her work is everywhere—on the walls, under the windows, in the chapel. We were encouraged to sit under it, touch it, and be around it. It was part of our education.”

Their exhibitions in Easton may be solo shows, but the friendship is threaded through both. “We don’t see each other as often these days,” said Lindberg, who lives in the Hudson Valley. Shepard is based in Baltimore. But their work remains in conversation—on the walls, in the air, and across the space between.

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Lindberg: seen and unseen runs through Fall 2026
Shepard: Fields, Voids, and Translations runs through October 12, 2025
Academy Art Museum

Both exhibitions are located at the Academy Art Museum, 106 South Street, Easton, Maryland. For more information, visit academyartmuseum.org.

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Spy Profile: John Waters Brings ‘The Naked Truth’ to the Avalon

May 8, 2025 by Val Cavalheri

Filmmaker, author, artist, and cultural icon John Waters has spent more than five decades daring people to look at what they usually turn away from. Known for cult classics like Pink Flamingos, Polyester, and Hairspray, Waters made a career out of unsettling, challenging, and, ultimately, delighting audiences. On May 9, he brings his latest one-man show, The Naked Truth, to the Avalon Theatre in Easton.

As Waters describes it, the show is part stand-up, part cultural commentary, part confessional — and entirely new. “I rewrite it completely once every year,” he said. “It’s about everything — politics, fashion, movies, music, how to get on your parents’ nerves. All sorts of things.”

This year’s version salutes the “gender guerrilla generation” and the rapidly changing landscape of identity and sexuality. “It’s amazing how things have changed so quickly; it even startles me,” he said. “There is a whole new world out there. At the end of a date, you used to ask for a good night kiss. Now I read the young people strangle each other.”

Even for someone who made a name by pushing boundaries, the pace of social change today can feel dizzying. “There’s a whole new set of rules — and no trigger warnings anymore, because who are you going complain to?” he said.

But Waters made clear that The Naked Truth isn’t about shock for shock’s sake. “It’s easy to shock,” he said. “It’s much harder to surprise people and make them laugh. That’s what I do. All comedy is political. It’s protection. It’s how you fight back. It’s how you position yourself. Even fashion is political.” He added, “I’m not self-righteous. I make fun of the rules I live by.”

For some ticket holders at the Avalon show, there will also be a special stick-around for a post-show opportunity to take a selfie with the star and a “group therapy” session. As Waters explains, the therapy will be precisely what you might expect — and nothing like the real thing. “We have no shame here. We share different things,” he said. “Things they might not have been able to say in a regular Q&A. There are different neuroses and attractions, but they figure if anybody can understand, it’s me. And they’re generally right.”

When asked, Waters admitted he’s never attended real group therapy. “I always thought they’d tell others what I told them,” he said. “At my show’s group therapy, nothing is off limits. We say things you’re not supposed to say.” He added, “I’m the psychiatrist. I’m the defense lawyer. They’re the patients. They’re the filthiest people alive, not me.”

That perspective fits Waters’ lifelong fascination with outsiders — although, he said, even that definition has shifted. “I’m through with being an outsider. I want to be an insider now,” he said. “Everybody wants to be an outsider today. Instead, I want to screw things up from the inside — in a positive way.”

It’s an unexpected, if fitting, turn for someone whose early work was once banned, condemned, and reviled. Today, Waters is celebrated by some institutions that once shunned him. “I’m so respectable, I could puke,” he said. “Who would have ever thought the Academy Award museum would give me a 12-room show? Not to mention all these awards I’m getting — the Writers Guild Award, an editing award. It’s amazing to me.” 

It’s so amazing that Waters said he’s now addicted to receiving awards. “I miss the day when I was condemned by the Catholic Church, and they gave me all the bad reviews that I used in the ads,” he said. “Same movies, but people just take them a different way.”

Through all the shifts in reputation and audience, Waters said the core of his creative life remains the same. “I’ve written all my movies. I write my stand-up shows. I write books. I photograph,” he said. “Basically, though, I’m a writer. So, every day, Monday to Friday, I get up, think up weird things, and write between 8 am and noon. In the afternoon, I sell it. That’s what I do for a living.”

His latest novel, Liarmouth, came out of that same discipline. “I’m always in airports because I tour all the time,” he said. “So I wrote about a woman who steals suitcases. No, I never saw it happen — but it’s easy to do. And if you get caught, you pretend you picked up the wrong one.”

As for new undertakings, Waters says he constantly collects new material, jotting down ideas and observations in what he calls different “cubby holes” for future projects. “I’m never bored. I don’t understand how anybody can be bored. Just go watch people. There’s no reason to be bored. You only get one life. Pay attention.”

That attitude extends to how he stays plugged into contemporary culture. “I have youth spies that tell me new stuff that’s going on,” he said. “I hate people my age who say, ‘It was much better back in the day.’ No — it wasn’t. You’re just an old fart. They’re having just as much fun now. You’ve got to figure out what that fun is.”

Waters speaks about aging with the same defiance he once reserved for battling censors and critics. “Old chickens make good soup,” he said. (I had to remove the comment that followed this, but in true Waters fashion, you can probably guess it wasn’t Hallmark card material.)

Then again, if material ever runs short, Waters joked, there’s always hospice humor.
“Old queens, wrinkle queens — we’re all still telling stories.”

Asked if Baltimore continues to be a muse even though his fame has grown beyond his native home, Waters said. “Baltimore’s still my favorite city. It’s still the coolest city because it’s cheap — you can still have Bohemia there,” he said. “I think I give Baltimore pride. We humanize the city. We make it popular, he said, crediting other Baltimore storytellers, from Barry Levinson to The Wire creators, with continuing to frame the city through the lives of its citizens. “We all made it about the peculiar people,” he said. “That’s why people connect to it.”

With a body of work that has been dissected by critics, celebrated by institutions, and embraced by younger generations, I asked if he ever felt misunderstood. “No,” he said. I’ve been understood right from the beginning,” And as for misgivings, he said there was only one. “The only regret I have is smoking. I haven’t had a cigarette in 8,149 days. I write it down every day.”

This ability to track regrets while continuing to push limits is at the core of who Waters is. Asked if there was anything he turns away from, he didn’t hesitate. “Sure — racism, stupidity, homophobia, transphobia,” he said. “But at the same time, I try to figure out what causes that and make that person laugh so they’ll listen and maybe change their mind.”

For first-timers attending The Naked Truth, Waters offered a simple piece of advice:
“Don’t call the police,” he said. Still, he said most audiences know exactly what they’re getting into. “I do ask, ‘Are you on a first date? Good luck.’ It will either resolve in marriage, or it will be the worst date ever.” For me 45 years ago, it resolved in marriage. Thanks, John.

John Waters brings The Naked Truth to the Avalon Theatre on May 9. Tickets are available at avalonfoundation.org. And for those attending the post-show group therapy passes, bring your camera– and maybe an issue or two.

 

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