August 22, 2010

Made today!






















An etching, by Greg.

He's playing with a new technique:





















"Soap ground."

Regrets

I've had a few.











Why didn't I take this home???

August 19, 2010

53rd Street

He has ice. He has coffee.



The rest is up to you.

Found



Mini blue jay feather!

That's pretty.

August 18, 2010

Well,

This year I need a new winter coat, and I have found the one I want.











































Unclear as to why it has to cost $1,721.

:(

August 17, 2010

Oh crap

We missed it.



Open mic night at "Starbuck."

Unearthed on the beach



An octopus egg?

Monday

Greg made me this Mount Fuji.



Thanks Greg!

My Hearos



If they don't help me sleep I don't know what will.

Also, nice use of the singular "pair" (these must be made in Nova Scotia).

August 16, 2010

Note





This pond is the site of the boat race in Stuart Little.

In case you were wondering.

A frivolous concoction of shells

A friend told me a long time ago that that's what "Rococo" means.



I thought of it when I saw this rawther unfrivolous arrangement at my grandmother's house. My uncle picked them up in the Brandywine Creek in Wilmington, Delaware, which is exactly what I would have done.

Homesick

I miss our vacation.



I want to pick vegetables for supper in the garden.

Then I will read my book.

August 15, 2010

On Fifth Avenue





Saturday afternoon people-watching.

Reminds me of the time Mr Edward Bear met the king of France!

Anyone?

Found



Mini sweater!





Cowichan style.



Well, bye!

Vacation thrift store purchases!



Yep, that's right!!

They're readable—barely.

Greg's studio

He fixed my bike.





I found this book on Rob's desk!









You can't beat a good cat book for passing the time.

Cat sitting



His name is Grayscale.

Doesn't he have a human face?



I LOVE HIM.

Found in the park



Huh. What is that thing?



I think it's a . . . turtle head?





A friendly looking fella.

Two words



Café Sabarsky.

(Three words: "Mit Schlag, bitte.")

By Miguel



Free verse.

August 10, 2010

Uncle Jesse



He's a hayseed, but he sure can roast some good peanuts.

This drawing is awesome (nice use of negative space in the overalls):






















But is it AS AWESOME as Mr. Bazzini's elephant?

August 9, 2010

Oh—what?!



No, this is even worse!

Bought for Greg

A pack of cowboy smokes from the gas station at the rest stop.



Fifty cents! (Worth it just for the "rope" typeface, not to mention the drawing.)

August 8, 2010

Women Artists: Works on Paper

This 44-page brochure/catalogue (it has an ISBN) was in the box of art books and ephemera I found the other day.



It documents a 1975 exhibition of works on paper by women artists at the Brooklyn Museum, organized by Women in the Arts, a national organization of women artists. WIA demonstrated at the Whitney Museum and at MoMA in 1971 and 1972, decrying the lack of representation of women artists in their collections and exhibitions.

Brooklyn Museum staff first met with WIA representatives in 1971, and WIA "continued to request meetings until an exhibition was suggested," says the "History of the Exhibition" blurb.

WIA curated the exhibition, not Brooklyn Museum curators—the museum basically handed over its gallery space; this would just not happen today. WIA devised a system of more than 280 jurors (!!) to select the work: "Each artist who wanted to exhibit was required to ask two other women in the art world to jury her work." That's 1970s feminism for ya.



Also very interesting: the publication includes "statements" about the project by June Blum (who coordinated the exhibition) and Lucy Lippard, Cindy Nemser, and Linda Nochlin.





It's such a fascinating slice of 1970s art-world feminism. (Apologies for the bad photos tho. I might try again.)

I am sorry to say that a lot of the art is terrible (as far as I can tell by the reproductions), but what else can you expect by a show juried by 280 people?



Also, people were still sorting out how to understand and evaluate art by women. It's not surprising that the show and the work is kind of all over the place.

Oddly (or was this normal at the time?) the catalogue concludes with the addresses of all the artists:



You really can't beat primary documents for shedding light on the past (why I love old books).

So, yay for printed matter! And three cheers for people who collect it for forty years and then dump it on the street for me to find!!