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DR. OKSANA ROSS Dr. Oksana Ross is a well-known and beloved educator in Denver, Colorado. Her impressive background attests to the superiority of her knowledge and a sensitive and acute percep tion of the living arts. She received her M.A. degree in Art Education at Columbia University in 1960, her Ph.D. degree in Art History in Munich, Germany in 1972 at the Ukraine University. Written in Ukrainian, her dissertation on the doctoral level was on the Ukrainian sculptor Alexander Archi penko. Dr. Ross was fortunate to have had the experience of studying under the eminent sculptor in New York. In pursuing her quest for knowledge in this field, she also studied under Hans Hoffman, Will Barnett, Edgar Whitney, Mario Cooper, Robert Brackman and Howard Conant. Dr. Ross was on the faculty and supervised student art teachers at New York University. At The Pratt Institute of Art, she was chairman of the Department of Art Education. She taught Art History at Montclair State College, Fairleigh Dickinson University in New Jersey and Marymount College in Tarrytown, New York. In Colorado, she has been on the faculty of the University of Colorado at Denver (Department of Honors) and the College of Music. She was also a professor of Art History and Studio Art at Colorado Women’s College. At Metropolitan State College in Denver, Colorado she was on the faculty of the Department of Philosophy. Dr. Ross has exhibited at Pratt Institute of Art, Hudson River Museum, Woodstock, Danbury State College, Colorado Springs Fine Arts Center. She is a life member of the pres tigious Art Students League of New York. Dr. Ross receives her highest acclaim in her lectures. She is recognized as a distinguished teacher and an outstanding lecturer primarily because of her personalized approach in dealing with a subject as momentous as the interrelation be tween music and art. She is supremely talented and this talent, merged with remarkable vitality, produces unparallelled re sults. It is in her lectures that she sets a pattern for an historical approach to the subtle, continual and inevitable relationship between great music and great art. In one respect, we may well accept the fact that there is no truly defined time period or era for specifics in the annals (realms) of classical art and/or classical music. True, an outline of significant stresses in the development of the classes is sometimes analyzed; Dr. Ross, however, offers this drama in the pure structure of the growth and magnificent account of an overall picture of a particular era. With her inimitable pre sentation, the masters of art and music remain as fresh and vibrant today as in the days of their greatest productivity. Dr. Oksana Ross discusses everything significant about a place, a people, an event and presents it from all sides. She chooses excerpts from the titanic works in the area of fine arts and adroitly focuses on the kindred spirit the artists shared at that time. Notable works of art are magnified on a screen for viewing (important details are emphasized for the audience). After an intelligent assessment of a period of art, Dr. Ross adds to the total appreciation by playing a piano selection in complete harmony with the same period. She does this with bravura perfection. The result is a presentation sensitively colored to product an impact on her audience which transcends all previous casual experiences with the inter relation of the arts. When Oksana Ross lectures, intelligence and imagination are stretched and one’s mind develops beyond the stage where it was before. To listen to Oksana Ross is to experience an ex quisite affair of the heart and mind. We Ukrainians are indeed fortunate and proud to claim her as our own! Vera Harmon Denver, Colorado grass of the cemetery for days, waiting to be interred, while mourning relatives stood guard against the vast armies of crows. One of the gravediggers came up to us, and, with a searching glance of fear, started a conversation. “You are looking at fresh graves,” he said. “You see, Kiev has made its contribution to the second five-year plan. Tell my brothers in America about it.” We took a motor trip from Kiev into the country, and we came across a field in which the crops were burning. Here, as elsewhere, the grain had been left to perish, but sunshine had dried the stacks, and rebel peasants had set them on fire to prevent the government from harvesting the wheat. While soldiers fought the conflagrations, peasants looked on with a show of indifference. Here was a new form of revolt. Again and again we had seen peasants working under the eyes of armed soldiers. These people had chosen death rather than slavery. This was the explanation of the famine. It was not an act of God. It was man-made. It was a mass rebellion without intellectual leader ship, a desperate defiance of an oppressive government. As we returned to our hotel one midnight, after a secret rendez-vous with relatives and their friends, we were amazed to discover that the streets were being washed by an army of men and women. My OGPU cousin provided the explanation: Edouard Herriot, the French statesman, was to arrive in the Ukraine the next day, and orders had been given to eliminate every trace of the famine. The hotel, too, was being re furnished, for the distinguished visitor was to make it his head quarters for a few hours. Worn carpets were taken up, and plush rugs were put in their place. New furniture appeared from somewhere, and members of the staff were clad in shining uniforms. When Herriot arrived, the city was spotless, and the streets were filled with cheering throngs. Even the Red Army horses were all dressed up. How could the visitor know that the people who cheered him were fearfully acting under orders? How could he know that they were hungry, as always, and even more tired than usual because of the extra exertions they had been forced to make to conceal their misery from his eyes? He would have been a startled man if he had made a surprise visit to the hotel an hour after his departure. Like Cinderella, it was returned in a flash to its original condition of squalor. My OGPU cousin, by the way, tried to justify himself to us on the ground that he was safeguarding the revolution. Furthermore, he explained, his privileged position gave him a chance to help people. For instance, just that day he had delivered firewood to an aged couple who had no right to fuel under the Soviet law. “It is a satisfaction to be able to do things like that,” he said. I was immediately reminded of his grand father and mine. But God Almighty, what a difference! 22 ’’НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, ЧЕРВЕНЬ, 1983 Видання C оюзу Українок A мерики - перевидано в електронному форматі в 2012 році . A рхів C У A - Ню Йорк , Н . Й . C Ш A.
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