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Melted

Last week, on the hottest day I can ever remember in NYC, I took a walk even though the air and my body were the same temperature. Not advisable, unless you plan to get into trouble. Those of us outside weren’t so much walking, we were rolling like lava in slow motion down the street. I always find myself pressing my face up to the glass of this small gallery because I want to see the art but it’s never open when I happen to be there. But for some reason that afternoon when the bright, waxy paintings of Don Porcella made me stop, the door was open.

Pattern recognition

I made it (in the nick of time) to the Copper Hewitt today to see the pretty Sonia Delaunay show. The last time I recall seeing any of her work was at a show at the Guggenheim, a hundred years ago (1997? 98?). The current exhibition features more than just her well-known geometric paintings, instead framing her in a more commercial context. Her charming fashion illustrations (Continued)

Call your Girlfriend

I don’t usually go in for this kind of music, but Robyn’s style and her dancing in this video make me love her. It also reminds me of one of my favorite projects of all time (from a Yale MFA design student).

Painting as Pastime

Proving that it’s never too late to take up a new hobby, Winston Churchill began painting in his 40′s, as a way to overcome his frustrations with his lack of power after WW1. His paintings are not brilliant, but the book is full of tiny insightful nuggets; for example he points out the possible harm in encountering a book before you are ready to understand it. This is my theme of the year, as I go back through my old inspirations to see how my relationships with them have changed over time. In the opening paragraph he says, “Many remedies are suggested (Continued)

Mysteries, dread, death, and darkness: My trip to the Met today.

Of course I went to the McQueen show and endured the mob (even at 9:45 on a weekday morning!). Highlights: following around the dapper older gentleman in lemon yellow pants and an acid-green bow tie; The 11-year-old style maven (who was obviously skipping school to be there) “explaining” the Philip Treacy hats to her mom; the music from the exhibit.

Overall it was thrilling and grew more so from room to room, but it is an exhibit about which much has been said, so I will not add to that conversation. Instead I will suggest also heading into the unassuming show of night-photography that beckons off to the right as you exit the elevators and walk toward the McQueen show. Similar themes of death and gothic romanticism dominate both shows, albeit in totally different ways. There were many prints to love. But one of my faves was the very first image in the show, by Edward Steichen; a nearly black print with faint outlines of trees so dense that you feel you recognize them from some dream you had years ago. Another standout was the Sugimoto print of the sea. It takes a few minutes of staring at it to decipher the waves, the horizon, the sky. The two shows complemented one another nicely. It’s nearly impossible to imagine some one wearing a McQueen creation in the daytime.

 

Certain Variables: Luisa Lambri

Italian artist Luisa Lambri takes her photos from the insides of modernist architecture. I cannot wait for her show at Luhring Augustine.

An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal.

Like most undergrads I loved Paul Klee my freshman year of art school. His lines! His Colors! I wouldn’t say I forgot about him in the years since then, but I was busy discovering new, less obvious inspirations. Lately I’ve been going back to some of the artists and writers I loved as a teenager, to see if they still interest me, or if I would have a different way of understanding their work now that I am older. (Continued)

young love

The Kiss

So, skip the subtitles and just enjoy the near perfect skin, the terrific hair of almost everybody, the accessories and styling, and yes, the kisses.

Mad Pottery

Mary Anne Davis runs a pottery studio in upstate New York. I first saw her delightful black and white polka dot cups and bowls at a friend’s country house. They are paper thin but somehow sturdy and smooth. I turned over the tiny cup and made a mental note to track down the potter. (Continued)

A Study of the High Aspect Ratio Surfboard Fin

I found this photographer Rob Kulisek accidentally while clicking around one evening. These are from a series of fins he shot plainly on white. I’d like to have the whole set.