Friday, December 9, 2011
Banthers (bathers and dancers, bathers and dancers, bathers and dancers)
The Boston MFA is open for free from 4:45pm-9:45pm on Wednesdays. So go.
This is a wonderful exhibition, interesting, provoking. And it has at least one Picasso and some other great comparison artists painting in the late 1800's and at the turn of the century. Brilliant Monotypes. Brothel sketches. Massive works of pastel, which is the oddest medium to gain fame for, in my opinion. Bold charcoals. Just wonderful.
I myself am fascinated by the late 1800's in particular, and appreciated this specific glimpse through Degas eyes, as well as the transformation of his style and technique and artistic voice over a near fifty year period.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Flower Power
My friend Erica, the abolitionist, is creating these flowers, fashioned from fair trade saari scraps from India. With a bit of glue, felt, and fastenings, she's designed and made some of the most appealing pieces of fashion art that I've seen in ages. Soon to be on sale to benefit anit human trafficking...more info coming up. Love 'em.
| Erica the Woman! |
Saturday, October 29, 2011
"I woke up this morning and I didn't have a hat." -Sam Myers
Ever see these at Walmart or the craft store? I have. And now I'm going to get one. Sam has made my decision for me. "I woke up this morning and I didn't have a hat. And it's going to snow."
Friday, October 14, 2011
The Bitch of Fear
All right. I feel strongly that the following statement, spoken oh so casually by one of the brightest minds and fastest tongues I know, was worthy of immediate immortalizing. Second best to a tattoo, I turned to the cheaper and less painful option of stitching into my favorite t shirt. Truer words were hardly ever spoken.
-Miriam McCallum
"Here's the thing about fear. If you don't recognize it, and call it out for what it is, it will own your ass forever. You will be the bitch of fear."
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
"Change" song
My brilliant genius stylist-and sister Elizabeth, and I, spoke today on the phone. I told her how, even though my hair is fried to a crisp, and faded to death, and we are SO doing hair surgery in the morning... people KEEP telling me lately that I look like Tori Amos. So...she goes, "Oh, great. Cause you're going for the suicidal agnostic look."
Ha! What??!??!
And I KNEW I had to use that as a lyric in a song. Immediately. (laughing)
I love my friends and I love my life, and I am so glad to be surrounded by such funny, smart and wonderful people.
I feel so...rich.
(lyrics)
limitless reaches of space
behind each of your faces
stare me down
a labyrinth of ladders and chutes
going no place
break me out of this case
joint or the head of which
i cannot place
say i'm pretty, yeah, say that i'm pretty
don't let it hit you on your way
oh great, i was going for the
suicidal agnostic look
so why's it always on the day
before the day
everything's about to change (for good)
life's a spinning prism
it is not a prison
so keep it turning in the light
keep it turning in the light.
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