I hang out with people who spoil me


(not actually a bib for eating cake, though I suppose it helped too... I forgot a smock for painting class so this worked instead)

Couldn't help myself ;)

Thoughts on Aging & Life

This is wonderful ~


I remember hearing this interview when it originally aired -
Neat to see it commemorated with an homage like this.

(via)

the salt won't shake and the cards won't play

"Raining" by Carly Simon

her music is always perfect on a rainy day

St. Vincent + David Byrne = perfect combo

Country Garden with Sunflowers by Gustav Klimt, c. 1912

happened upon this illustration by Maira Kalman (one of my favorite illustrators) -
feels like me today:

my first time "sidewalk chalking"

participating in the Perry Chalk Art Festival -

The theme was "Food for Thought" - open to artist's interpretation...
So my approach was to depict the "edible bounty" of the rolling hills of the Finger Lakes, specifically what is most common in Perry (according to a friend who lives there) - apple orchards, fields of wheat, dairy and sunflowers
(style inspired by two of my favorite artists: Mary Blair & Sabra Field)





my knees still hurt from kneeling on that carpet scrap

my finished square - I wanted to finesse the colors a bit more, but time was running out and it was soooooo hot I couldn't see as well by this point either, getting seriously dehydrated:

some of my favorites by other artists:
- very pretty & graceful

(clever!) Eating = mind curiosity² -

- like a Tibetan sand mandala

gorgeous bright colors -

it was a fun event, with a specially designated area just for chalking

one of the best parts was being able to listen to the live music happening under the tent the entire time

lotsa variety in artist's interpretations of the theme

Pet Peeve

The elephant in the room: feels like he's everywhere lately.

(photo of L.A. exhibit by Banksy, 2009) (not taken by me, obv)

picture a bright blue ball just spinning free... dizzy with possibilities...

Hoping to hear Bob Weir sing this tonight!


"Throwing Stones" - the Grateful Dead 

(Words by John Perry Barlow; music by Bob Weir)

Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinnin' free,
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky,
Brush in some clouds and sea,
Call it home for you and me.

A peaceful place - or so it looks from space,
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face,
But afraid we may lay our home to waste.

There's a fear down here we can't forget.
Hasn't got a name just yet.
Always awake, always around,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Now watch as the ball revolves
And the nighttime falls.
Again the hunt begins,
Again the bloodwind calls.
By and by again, the morning sun will rise,
But the darkness never goes
From some men's eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets,
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat,
It's you and me.
You and me.

Click flash blade in ghetto night,
Rudie's looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley, roll them bones.
Need that cash to feed that jones.
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Commissars and pin-stripe bosses
Roll the dice.
Any way they fall,
Guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns instead of food today.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Heartless powers try to tell us
What to think.
If the spirit's sleeping,
Then the flesh is ink
History's page, it is thusly carved in stone.
The future's here, we are it, we are on our own...

If the game is lost,
Then we're all the same.
No one left to place or take the blame.
We can leave this place an empty stone
Or this shining ball of blue we can call our home.

So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin' stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north.
In a whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical, he rant and rage,
Singing someone's got to turn the page.
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his cover's blown...

And the politicians throwing stones,
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
'Cuz it's all too clear we're on our own.

Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.

Picture a bright blue ball,
Just spinning, spinnin', free.
Dizzy with the possibilities.

15 Things Charles and Ray Eames Teach Us

01. Keep good company
02. Notice the ordinary
03. Preserve the ephemeral
04. Design not for the elite but for the masses
05. Explain it to a child
06. Get lost in the content
07. Get to the heart of the matter
08. Never tolerate “O.K. anything.”
09. Remember your responsibility as a storyteller
10. Zoom out
11. Switch
12. Prototype it
13. Pun
14. Make design your life… and life, your design.
15. Leave something behind.

Excerpt from an essay by Keith Yamashita


via Dare+

these are the good old days

Carly Simon - "Anticipation"

Carly always suits any mood I'm in..

It's your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day!

"Morning Mist", 1986 - by Eyvind Earle


"It's A Beautiful Morning" - the Rascals

"I don't stop to think if I can...

I just go as far as I can -

And if I can't, I can't."

- Ray Eames

(Watched "Charles & Ray Eames: The Architect and the Painter" last night)

never get tired of Floyd - can listen to this over & over...
(except the animal sounds in this one make Sparky bark!)

overlooking the name of this piece, it makes me think of Christmas lights and the way the holiday season suddenly overwhelms... (and to me it sounds like a mash-up of Gershwin + the Grateful Dead!)

(more cell phone pics)

Julie walking down Times Square




NYPD

street of dreams :P


details from some of my favorite paintings at MoMA:
Modigiliani; Rousseau; Chagall; Picasso


Monet!!!!

George Harrison (Feb. 25, 1943 – Nov. 29, 2001) - "My Sweet Lord"



It always made me sad that George died so soon after Sept. 11, when everything on earth suddenly seemed broken.
I hope he still saw glimpses of hope in this world before he left it.

detail of "Dream of a Sunday Afternoon in Alameda Park" mural (1947) by Diego Rivera

the Bird & the Bee