“We might not be a good match if I write you a poem and you think we’re getting married.” Wearing all the brassiness and bravado I could muster, I retorted, “Well, what if I write you a poem?” Thus began the early workings of a relationship in motion. On our first date, out came a… Continue reading Bookbinding Bender
Category: Art
Coloring Book: January
My gift to my favorite 2-year old Dadi this year is a coloring book with a page released on the blog each month for his mama to download and print so he can color his way into the things that make up 2011. No one’s looking- you can print it out too even if it’s… Continue reading Coloring Book: January
Art Unexpected
A glass house. Mark Rothko chapel. A museum built by disco. Walker Art Center. (the free outdoor sculpture garden boasts a giant cherry perched on a spoon) A gigantic balloon dog. The Fisher Collection (you need a friend who’s a G A P employee at corporate. wink. wink.) With all these interesting spots, it’s time… Continue reading Art Unexpected
Coloring Book: December
I have to admit as a child one of my favorite things to do was color with my mom. She treated me to one of those hefty 64 color crayon boxes and we would each pick a page. She would outline the shape with more weight of color and then lightly fill in the inside.… Continue reading Coloring Book: December
Word as Art- R.H. Quaytman
Modern art. Canvas of miniscule stripes atop larger canvas of miniscule stripes. Just another painting hanging at the MOMA. Or is it? Upon closer inspection… A poem that Borges would like! The artist, R.H. Quaytman we discover has coyly engaged verse from Jack Spicer into his paintings. It starts, “The poem begins to mirror itself/”… Continue reading Word as Art- R.H. Quaytman
Word as Art
In college, I discovered that many things in life are free. Then again came the reality that a whole heck of a lot of things aren’t. Sometime during my sophomore year, I stumbled upon a delicious secret. It kept my weekend evenings regularly packed. It kept me well versed and amused at the theater. I… Continue reading Word as Art
Images a la Sauvette
Last Sunday, the sound of rain pelting the window pane woke me up. Plans to lead a walk along the Golden Gate bridge were definitely off. One of my favorite past times and excuses to love rainy weather is the opportunity to ensconce myself in a museum. Two photography exhibits proved to entice me to… Continue reading Images a la Sauvette
Open Studio, Open House
For Halloween, as my friend Bryan walked to church, I yelled at him across the street, gesticulating wildly and told him about the afternoon planned. A happy captive, he joined me as we set out for the Hunter’s Point artist colony open house and an afternoon of stepping in and out of people’s subconscious. Art… Continue reading Open Studio, Open House
Quotable: Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
“I think a good artist needs to be good human being. It’s difficult to explain that. I think that if you’re a good human being you have a better chance of being a good artist because I think good art is made of compassion. Compassion and empathy. And if you don’t have that you can… Continue reading Quotable: Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
a song offered to the writer
I sing. This is no surprise to those in my inner sanctum (or those driving in the lane near to my driver’s side window.) A joy as immense as the sky is long stretched over Texas bursts from my open lips in the form of matching what is heard and shifting it slightly. Last weekend… Continue reading a song offered to the writer
Quotables
“The artist is the antennae of the race.” (pound) “You must love your crooked neighbor with a crooked heart.” (auden) “You don’t choose to be an artist, the art chooses you.” (gioia) “Poetry is a way of remembering what it would impoverish us to forget.” (frost) “Art is the light by which human things can… Continue reading Quotables
Umm, blogging soon
Be on the look-out for: — Restaurant Reviews from Chicago — Lecture Notes from “The Importance of Art in Human Community” with NEA Chairman, Dana Gioia The three day weekend kind of kicked my ass in a matter of speaking, and yet also entailed a marathon of catnaps- albeit the one Monday afternoon was sangria-induced…… Continue reading Umm, blogging soon