24 August 2011
21 August 2011
The Bushnell Park Carousel, Hartford, CT.
When I was a kid my father used to take me to the magnificent carousel at Bushnell Park in Hartford, Connecticut. It was built in 1914 and still runs today. When I was little I had two favorite horses: one was an elaborately carved horse in knights armor, and the other was a beautiful hardword horse with a flowing chestnut mane. Both of them were jumper horses-- the horses that went up and down as the carousel went round and round. I loved it. It was a magical place.
I went back today with my father and he bought me two tickets so I could ride my favorites. As the third bell rang and the carousel started up, and the lights whirled, and the organ played-- I realized the magic was still there.
19 August 2011
15 August 2011
The fragments of something new-- block printed eyes on vintage Japanese rice paper
These eyes remind me of a self portrait Picasso drew over a photograph by David Douglas Duncan, which looks identical to an ancient Egyptian tomb decoration found in the Museum of Fine Arts. They are also the eyes of saints from illuminated manuscripts or ancient Roman funerary portraits or many other threads that weave in and out of art history.
Playlist for a rainy day--
I Don't Want Love / The Antlers
Skip the Charades / Cold War Kids
Turning Tables / Adele
Skinny Love / Bon Iver
Country Lane / Telekinesis
Powerman / The Kinks
Dancing with Mr. D / The Rolling Stones
Because the Night / Patti Smith
08 August 2011
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I've always stuck some sort of envelope in the back of each of my sketchbooks. It holds bits and pieces I find and the fragments that are yet to be used. This is a selection of ephemera from the current envelope. The wings are from an article on hummingbirds from a 1960s era National Geographic.