YOKO ONO IMAGINE PEACE Featuring John & Yoko's Year of Peace Emily Davis Gallery / Mary Schiller Myers School of Art The University of Akron 6 July - 7 September 2007 Department of Art and Art history The University of Texas at San Antonio 26 September 2007 - 28 October 2007 John & Yoko, War Is Over! 1969 © 2007 Yoko Ono " IMAGINE PEACE Yoko Ono, among the earliest of artists working in the genre known Conceptual Arts, has consistently employed the theme of peace and used the medium of advertising in her work since the early 1960s. Yoko Ono Imagine Peace Featuring John & Yoko's Year of Peace explores these aspects of her work over the course of more than forty years. Three recent pieces - Imagine Peace (Map) (2003/2007); Onochord (2003/2007); and Imagine Peace Tower (2006/2007) - offer gallery visitors to an opportunity to participate individually and collectively with the artist in the realization of work. Consider the world with fresh eyes as you stamp the phrase "Imagine Peace" on the location of your choice on maps provided for this purpose. Using postcards provided send your wishes to the Imagine Peace Tower in Reykjavik, where they will shine on with eternally more than 900,000 others. Or beam the message "I Love You" to one and all using the Onochord flashlights. Take a flashlight and an Imagine Peace button, the artist's gift to you, and carry the message out into the world. As Ono has often observed, "the dream you dream alone is just the dream, but the dream we dream together is reality." The exhibition continues in nine locations with Imagine Peace/Imaginate La Paz billboards across the San Antonio region. YOKO ONO IMAGINE PEACE Featuring John & Yoko's Year of Peace is made possible by the generosity by Bjom's Audio Video-Home Theater, Colleen Casey and Tim Maloney, Clear Channel Outdoor, Rick Liberto, Smothers Foundation, and Twin Sisters Bakery & Cafe. " " John & Yoko's Year of Peace (1969 - 70) Ono's Imagine Peace project carries conceptual and formal strategies the artist had employer from the earliest years of her career, not only in her seminal solo works, but in her collaborations with John Lennon. In 1965, she created works specifically for the advertising pages of The New York Arts Calendar. Picking up from her Instructions for Paintings, a 1962 exhibition at Tokyo's Sogetsu Art Center in which she exhibited written texts on the gallery walls designed to inspire viewers to create the described images in their minds, Ono created purely conceptual exhibitions with her Is Real Gallery works. The theme of peace is also evident in works sush as White Chess Set, recreated here as Play It By Trust (Garden Set version) (1966/2007). Lennon's songwriting during this period had shifted from more conventional themes of romantic love to grander anthems for the Flower Power generation. The Baetles' worldwide satellite broadcast of Lennon's "All You Need Is Love" in the summer of 1967 featured a parade of signs with the word "love" in multiple languages. The couple's most famous collaborative works, the Bed-Ins (1969) and the War Is Over! campaign (1969 - 1970), were conceived as elements of a large peace advertising campaign. The Bed-Ins took advantage of the inordinate amount of press attention the couple received by inviting the world press to their honeymoon suite where they talked about peace! Ono told Penthouse magazine's Charles Childs: "Many other people who are rich are using their money for something they want. They promote soap, use advertising propaganda, what have you. We intend to do the same." In December of 1969, they launched their War Is Over! campaign, a project that included billboards and posters in 11 cities of the world simply declaring "War Is Over! If You Want It. Happy Christmas from John & Yoko." As with Ono's earliest instruction pieces, viewers were invited to transform their dreams into reality. Ono has explained, "All my work is a form of wishing." " YOKO ONO: IMAGINE PEACE Featuring John & Yoko's Year of Peace September 26th - October 28th, 2007 UTSA Art Gallery / Department of Art and Art History The University of Texas at San Antonio

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Find her online at ShannonMessenger.com.Read an Excerpt Read an Excerpt Lodestar THIS IS A security nightmare!” Sandor grumbled, keeping his huge gray hand poised over his enormous black sword. His squeaky voice reminded Sophie more of a talking mouse than a deadly bodyguard. Several prodigies raced past, and Sandor pulled Sophie closer as the giggling group jumped to pop the candy-filled bubbles floating near the shimmering crystal trees. All around them, kids were running through the confetti-covered atrium in their amber-gold Level Three uniforms, capes flying as they caught snacks and bottles of lushberry juice and stuffed tinsel-wrapped gifts into the long white thinking caps dangling from everyone’s lockers. The Midterms Celebration was a Foxfire Academy tradition—hardly the impending doom Sandor was imagining. And yet, Sophie understood his concern. Every parent roaming the streamer-lined halls. Every face she didn’t recognize. Any of them could be a rebel. A villain. 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Sophie could guess what the rebels had hoped to gain from the elves’ secret animal preserve—they obviously didn’t know that she’d convinced the Council to set the precious alicorns free. But the registry attack remained a mystery. The Councillors kept careful records on every elf ever born, and no one would tell her if any files had been altered or stolen. A bubble popped on Sophie’s head, and Sandor caught the box of Prattles that had been hovering inside. “If you’re going to eat these, I should check them first,” he told her. Sandor’s wide, flat nose scented no toxins in the nutty candy, but he insisted on examining the pin before handing them over. Every box of Prattles came with a special collectible inside, and in the past, the Black Swan had used them to send Sophie messages. He fished out the tiny velvet pouch and Sophie caught herself clutching her allergy remedy necklace. 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There’s no way you didn’t pass.” “I don’t know . . .” Her photographic memory helped—but lately she’d struggled to concentrate during her school sessions. Honestly, though, she’d barely given her midterms a second thought. She wasn’t the same girl she’d been the year before, who thought failing out of Foxfire would be the end of the world. Now she’d been kidnapped, presumed dead, banished from the Lost Cities, and helped stop a plague from killing off the entire gnomish species. She’d even snuck into the ogres’ capital and helped destroy half the city—which happened to be why the Council was struggling to negotiate a new elvin-ogre treaty. “Relax,” Fitz said as her mind spun to nightmares of lumpy-faced ogres tearing through the elves’ glittering streets. “We’re supposed to be celebrating.” His cheer sounded forced. But she knew Fitz was trying. That’s what they did now. Try. Wait. Hope. “Just let me grab my thinking cap,” she told him, heading for her locker. 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