Sunday at the Lake Worth Street Painting Festival, where the street turns into a chalk quilt and the paintings last as long as the sky allows. Four hundred artists this year, blue fingers and orange knees, and the most beautiful curbside crushes you will ever see.
I’ve loved old postcards for a long time now, enough to start collecting them when I was ten, (the first one found in the desk in the living room, one sent to my Mom, of a New Jersey amusement park). Enough to fix some into my sketchbooks, enough to use them as backgrounds in my […]
Two weekends, in the same state, but enough disparate images to make your head spin. We’re lucky we can take it all in, this fun house of stuff, without falling over, since nothing links them together but our witnessing them. Our passing by. Our looking up or down or over or back. We had coffee […]
Okay. Honestly. Valentine’s Day, not a huge fan. But not a hater, either. So I opt, today, to wear a black boat neck top, yes, but with red shoes. Oliver, too, not a fan. He loves, but on his own terms. So we throw the love dust all over him, because we just can’t help […]
Rembrandt has been to the North Carolina Museum of Art. It was our first time too. He left just before we got there. But it didn’t matter – we were so knocked out by what we saw that by the end of our visit we almost had to leave. Inside its lightbox interior were things […]
This is my love-post to Artspace Raleigh. Because my first Two-Person show there was better than I had allowed myself to imagine. How often does that happen? Does that happen? I can say now, yes. It does. First, a peek down the hall of the upper floor, lined with artist’s studios: The monumental borrowed-clothing installation […]