Spring 2006

Shock Art

art by Vernon Peasenell

Brother Day, Brother Night
Vernon Peasenell '87

Early on, Peasenell was drawn to Abstract Impressionism, where brushstrokes are typically uniform and restrained, creating a lyrical quality reminiscent of the Impressionists. Yet painting is not this versatile artist's only medium.

A printmaker as well, he also sculpts. His master's degree from Wichita State is in sculpture. Often opting for bold, large-scale installations, he creates many unique groupings that combine painting and sculpture.

“There is an interaction between the painting and sculptures. They become a part of each other," he explains in a recent artist profile in the Inside Roseville magazine.

Peasenell lives and owns a gallery in Roseville, Calif.





art by James Gross

James Gross '74/81

Through his unique employment of universal elements of design, Gross communicates personal feelings and experience. The abstract artist often incorporates found objects -- leaves, bits of cloth, fragments of wood and metal, pieces of paper -- into his paintings as a means of "uniting the real world of transitory matter with the ideal world of pure form," as Novelene Ross writes in 1998's Assembled Vision: The Artwork of James Gross.

Ross goes on to point out that many of his works, "especially the black pieces, evoke a romantic sense of nostalgia and melancholy." Ross live and works in Wichita.

Acme Academy of the University of Megalomania at Melancholy

Zeno, stoic before there were Stoics,

your colonnade calls, whereupon I scrawl

Xs and Os in the dust as if hugs

Were smug gestures at odds with kisses, where

verily you spake unto me, “Howbout

you play yourself a little tic-tac-toe,

the aim to outwait fate?”  Or am I all

screwed up, confusing you with that other

rogue from antiquity by the same name,

quorum in this phantom forum of bum

philosophers: novice less paper, the

old boy in back honing scissors, and you,

neo-Zeno, the rock.  Moreover, I

must bring to pass the task without ink, must

lilt like doves, while one’s double, the soul, is

keelhauled through heck on the senses and back,

jolted dead awake to your namesake’s odd

intent upon a rapt paradox of

halving one from illusions of many,

God having flunked Intro to Anthro, the

first twist in this, His less-than-orthodox

enlightenment foisted upon us, His

dark little tryst away from home when it’s

common sense He ought to return where He

belongs—no harum-scarum harem of

angels to pluck, “He loves me … loves me not.”

Karl Elder ’77
The National Poetry Review, Vol. 3, No. 2 (Fall/Winter 2005)


Shock Art

A gallery of both literary and visual art, Shock Art showcases works by Wichita State University alumni, faculty and students.