Wednesday, March 31, 2010
An impromptu red wine picnic at one of the most beautiful spots in the US. I think it's called Owen's Valley, or maybe Long River Valley, but I'd like to refer to it only as Molly's Place.
Sitting in a giant outdoor hot tub in the middle of a giant blizzard with David and four of my nephews, remembering how brave children are when it comes to being cold. (My one nephew made a snow angel wearing only his swim trunks!)
*photo from .BWJ.
Here is a new charm necklace inspired by poetry. This piece was inspired by my absolute favorite poem ever, The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock (my first "Tuesday Poetry Post").
I used the following lines as inspiration:
"For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?"
Here are a few other necklaces I made inspired by poetry:
Bukowski's There's a Bluebird in my Heart:
John Keat's Bright Star
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Walking Around by Pablo Neruda
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse
The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool.
The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens,
no more goods, no spectacles, no elevators.
It so happens that I am sick of my feet and my nails
and my hair and my shadow.
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
Still it would be marvelous
to terrify a law clerk with a cut lily,
or kill a nun with a blow on the ear.
It would be great
to go through the streets with a green knife
letting out yells until I died of the cold.
I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,
insecure, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
going on down, into the moist guts of the earth,
taking in and thinking, eating every day.
I don't want so much misery.
I don't want to go on as a root and a tomb,
alone under the ground, a warehouse with corpses,
half frozen, dying of grief.
That's why Monday, when it sees me coming
with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline,
and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel,
and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the
And it pushes me into certain corners, into some moist
into hospitals where the bones fly out the window,
into shoeshops that smell like vinegar,
and certain streets hideous as cracks in the skin.
There are sulphur-colored birds, and hideous intestines
hanging over the doors of houses that I hate,
and there are false teeth forgotten in a coffeepot,
there are mirrors
that ought to have wept from shame and terror,
there are umbrellas everywhere, and venoms, and umbilical
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,
my rage, forgetting everything,
I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic
and courtyards with washing hanging from the line:
underwear, towels and shirts from which slow
dirty tears are falling.
*image from DBC09
Monday, March 29, 2010
I've been wanting a pair of saddle shoes forever, so I got a pair from Shoebuy.com and the heel broke off yesterday (the second time I wore them)...not cool. I was able to put the heel back on, but still, not cool. Maybe that happened because I'm a cheapo and only spent $25 on them?
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
(I should have done this a long long time ago. I finally re-photographed my walnut geodes...)
Available in my shop for $20
Friday, March 26, 2010
When I was working in the gallery world, we had a show with George Ciardi's beautiful photographs. Thought I'd share some today. Aren't they fantastic?
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Highlights from my weekend in New York City: (in no particular order)
1. Walking through Greenwich Village channeling young Bob Dylan
2. Sunday morning run in Central Park (yes, it felt weird to take a cab to go on a run, but I could not pass up the chance to test my legs out in NY on a warm spring morning)
3. Best fries ever (see post below)
4. Lunch with an old friend and her husband (she and her husband are seriously incredible people)
5. Several slices
6. Seeing another William Kentridge exhibition (2 shows in 2 weeks!) at MOMA
7. The Whitney Biennial -here's my favorite piece, by Aurel Schmidt
8. Marina Abramovic at MOMA
9. Salt bagels with scallion cream cheese
10. Dinner with James and Vernise in the West Village (James played "Here Comes the Sun" at our wedding ceremony
11. Drinking Makers Mark Manhattens in Manhatten at the Ace Hotel
12. Going to my first palm reader who told me I am with my soul mate and that I will have 3 kids.
1. Bod Dylan
2. Central Park
6. William Kentridge
7. Aurel Schmidt
8. Marina Abramovic
10. Bar Pitti
11. Ace Hotel
On Saturday night, after a failed attempt at eating at Anthony Bordain's restaurant Les Halles (we had 8:15 reservations, and after almost an hour with no table and very rude hostesses, we left) we stumbled upon a gem called Resto, where I proceeded to have the best french fries I have EVER eaten. Ever.
Resto is a little Belgium restaurant in NYC's Gramercy Park/Murray Hill neighborhood that has a load of Belgium beer, mouthwatering food, and extremely friendly staff.
(I'm serious, best fries ever. I'm not saying that because they came with mayonnaise, they really were the best ever!)
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Marc, I know that last week I said Papa Bear (Karl Lagerfeld) will always be my number one, but the thing is, we both know that when you get to be as ripe as Papa Bear, I probably won't be able to even look at your clothes because I will go into cardiac arrest as they will be so heart stopping.
HELLO! Are you seeing the pearl details????
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
*photo by objectif lune
Monday, March 22, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
...and out my window right now is a blizzard. Thanks Chicago.
I'm going to go balance an egg. (Which I just learned you can do any day of the year, not just the spring equinox. I've always been a bit gullible.)
*image from .lisakimberly.
Friday, March 19, 2010
For the full experience, press play and read along.
The sun will rise, we'll climb into cars
The future has a valley and a shortcut around
Who will wear the crown of drowning award
Hold a private light on a Michigan shore
You fool me with a kiss of kidsmoke
From a microscopic home
It's good to be alone
I'll be in my bed
You can be the stone
That raises from the dead
And carries us all home
There's no blood on my hands
I just do as I am told
Lyrics by Wilco-Spiders (Kidsmoke)
Photograph by Luis Gonzalez Palma
Thursday, March 18, 2010
I have not been drawing enough at all, so I'm going to start focusing more attention on my other etsy site that houses all my paintings and drawings. I'm working on my figure drawings on wood panel and it feels so good to get back to my roots.
Dinner at La Madia last night. They have the best Margarita pizza ever.
Their wood burning oven doesn't hurt either.
As I was shooting this photo I was having a flashback to my trip to Austria last summer. Pretty much all of my photos looked exactly like this: