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Don M. Forst: Painting Offers 'No Limitation'

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In retirement, Don M. Forst's paintings have been displayed in galleries in Denver, Lakewood, Breckenridge, and Aspen.

Don M. Forst, who at 82 is the youngest of our three artists, was an architect in New York and then in Denver for four decades. That job only satisfied his creative impulses to a point. Painting fulfilled the rest, and it's where his passion now resides.

Dorothy Tanner: 'Why Stop' After Lumonics?

Photo: Dorothy Tanner, 92-year-old light and sound artist
Light artist Dorothy Tanner, 92, speaks with 5-year-old Kaya Naslund about one of the "creature-like" sculptures featured in her current exhibition, "Creatures From Left Field," at the Lakewood Cultural Center on June 4, 2015.

Photo: Dorothy Tanner, 92-year-old light and sound artistSculptor Dorothy Tanner's work is best seen in the dark. That's because the 92-year-old works with light, using materials like plexiglass to bend and blend vibrant rays of color.

CPR's Stephanie Wolf produced the interview with Dorothy Tanner.

Lois Hayna, Poet Who Keeps Going

I am busy with decisions about who

should inherit which of my wordly goods

when an angel taps my shoulder

and says “Time to go.” Almost instantly

I feel lighter and a bit unsteady.

It’s clear that wings will need some

getting used to, they shift my balance

even as they fledge and they open

astonishingly fast. Just before take-off,

I tuck my laptop under the lengthening feathers

of my left wing. With all eternity on my hands,

those glittery streets and unchanging vistas

may well turn boring. I might even

finally settle in and finish that novel.

Then, hastily, I stow a handful of CDs

under the other wing. Harp-music’s okay

to a point, but it tends to be tinkly,

and played by hosts of eager but amateur

angels-in-training could well become

pretty hellish. I snatch up some Beethoven,

some Mahler, then I turn

to my somewhat impatient angel.

“Ready,” I say and we’re off.

We don’t look back.