Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Memory #1
Around this time last year, at a jewelry shop in the South End, a brilliant window display...
select jewelry sitting on toilet paper rolls, with a backdrop of more toilet paper into which decorative holes were burned...
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Graphite

Two Women by Brett Bigbee
I've had this on my mind since last November: Graphite at the Portland Museum of Art. I happened to be in Portland for a conference and spent an afternoon at the Museum where this exhibit completely took me by surprise. They had this exhibit of graphite works tucked away on a second-floor gallery -- very unassuming and absolutely wonderful.
Two Women by Brett Bigbee was so engrossing. The piece is huge, about 45" x 62", incredibly detailed and as delicate as a watercolor. Some artists made graphite look like paint, like dark, heavy oils. I loved Kendra Ferguson's work -- from what I remember, they were abstract, geometric drawings that looked like mathematic alien lifeforms. I wish they had published a catalog for this!

Class of '54 by John Whalley
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Memories of Wisconsin
Thursday, April 10, 2008
A few things...

Liking this idea for a rustic backyard sink. Via Apartment Therapy a few weeks ago.


Remembering the Hiroshi Sugimoto exhibit at the Hirshhorn Museum back in 2006. The movie theater pictures were my favorite. They appeal to my embarrassing sense of melancholy.

Wondering which year this Paris map was produced. Bought it for $1 in Shelburne Falls this weekend.
Also:
Wishing I could take better pictures in which the colors are true-to-life. That map is actually a delightful peachy-orange.
Wishing I was better prepared for the Doyle's 5-mile road race this Sunday.
Happy it's finally spring. Hello crocus! Good to see you forsythia!
Labels:
inspiration,
life ain't too bad,
memories
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Sticks and Twigs


This post at stylophile about Patrick Dougherty's installation on the facade of the Max Azria Melrose Avenue Boutique in LA reminded me of something...


In 2001 Mr. Dougherty came to Smith to install Paradise Gate. I helped him on the installation one afternoon. I really just handed him large sticks, but I had a great time watching him work and chatting with an artist I'd only heard of a few days prior. That afternoon he was very amiable but also intent on completing the task at hand. It was a memorable afternoon. And, thank goodness, I didn't impale him or myself with a stick!

His work is incredible, no? Thanks for the memories, stylophile.
credits: www.stickwork.net
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Memories of Utah, part 2
Memories of Utah
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