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
Category: Conversations on Art
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
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
A Sunday detour with Jackson Pollock
The sky has been warning it will rain again and this evening the fog is like a warning or a punctuation mark that the space heater will be on tonight. Instead of attending a fabulous potluck with Italian Wedding soup in hand, I was given the gift of several hours of uninterrupted brain space to… Continue reading A Sunday detour with Jackson Pollock
Marketing the dead
Is it fair really that painters become cheese, chocolate or liqueur post-humously. Something about this scratches against my conviction that art should mitigate memory not Hickory Farms…
Spoiled by Mr. Darcy (spoiler alert)
Ladies, ladies. Do you remember the smoldering look he gave Lizzie from across the room? Even atop the piano’s grate, we swooned watching his eyes betray his heart from the cold, proud edifice of his carriage. What the cleverly wrapped up ending does not let onto is that Mr. Darcy did not end up with… Continue reading Spoiled by Mr. Darcy (spoiler alert)
Guts and all
Some people are content with seeing a highly anticipated movie the weekend of its opening. I, on the other hand, am not. There’s something about the energy of a crowd that has waited hours in line until the clock strikes midnight to build adrenaline and enthusiasm. “Lord of the Rings” definitely had me on a… Continue reading Guts and all
When two worlds collide
Oh, if only Jane Austen and J.K. Rowling could have met! The stories they could have told…