A long, long, long day. Who knew it would be like this? You never know. Today I got beat up by a computer program, wrestled to the ground and kicked. They can be like that. I would have punched back but I didn’t know how! Ack. It was [...]
I worked this weekend on the program for the Harvard Design School event next week—Art in the Life of the City: London Stories. It’s going to be such a great event with speakers and films informing us of wild public art projects like The Sultan’s Elephant, the Crack in the Tate Modern floor and [...]
And more rain. I snapped this picture of our wee city garden this afternoon. Pitiful, isn’t it? It can hardly be called a garden, poor thing, but come summer it doesn’t look too bad. It looks a little forlorn today but it won’t be for long. The birds have already [...]
Yesterday I popped into Harvard Square, luckily just ten minutes from my house, to check on the proofs for the poster for the Harvard Design School symposium on April 17th and 18th. Here it is . It was such a fun thing to design because I care so much about the [...]
Yesterday I got hired to design a poster for a symposium here in Boston hosted by Harvard in mid-April called—Art in the Life of the City—London Stories, about ephemeral art projects. What a fun assignment! I’ve already started to play around.
Last summer we watched the film, The Sultan’s Elephant which documented one [...]
My friend Debra has a cool post today about how the words we put to things change our experience. “I can choose to see the promise of rain or see rain threatening.” So true. And Gandhi, as Debra points out, says we need to be the change we want to see in [...]
Dear A and I were reading The Boston Globe at breakfast this morning as we do every morning. Usually A spouts indignation at the way a major world news story has been shunted to some small corner of an inner page while a sports hero decorates the front. It wasn’t much [...]
In response to my last post in which I mentioned the drawing class listened to kd lang’s version of the Leonard Cohen song Hallelujah my friend Kelly suggested in her comment that I listen to Jeff Buckley’s. I listened this morning, after breakfast, cup of tea by my side. It broke my heart [...]
Every once in a while I get an odd rush of blood to the head and glance into my spam folder. I know where to go for fun—
My brother and I dig your profound assumption about Open Studio Day.
This exposition might be terribly practical exclusively for urbanites of
Quanah!
Harry Potter at Harvard Square very much [...]
The Joy Street art show last weekend was a modest success as recorded here already. A few paintings and prints were sold and the show gave me the opportunity to dive into a series of paintings I might not otherwise have explored. Having a venue for work spurs productivity, for me at least. [...]
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