Unconcluded thoughts on art and beauty
I open wide and soak it in, the full moon just coming white and misty from behind the clouds, or hanging its enormous full-blazed orange…
I open wide and soak it in, the full moon just coming white and misty from behind the clouds, or hanging its enormous full-blazed orange…
All last week, I ran from thing to thing. These are the social media posts I drafted and redrafted in my head, and never shared.
And next will be – a walrus! a blue whale! an entire menagerie!
My training was too neutral, and gender-specific, for bathroom bird removal…
Recently I came across two pictures on social media that filled me with joy. They are wildly different: the first, pristine and elegant, mysterious, imaginative; the second, grainy and smudgy and hopelessly outdated. Look at this. Rob Gonsalves is a Canadian artist who likes playing with optical illusion and duplicate realities. Here is more of […]
His name was Heinz Gaugel. He died in 2000 at 73 years of age, but I met him five years before that, when I was an innocent and starry-eyed twelve. When I entered the studio, he sat with his back to me. A canvas road stretched away from him, with horses and buggies scattered along […]