Monthly Archives: February 2009
I finally got into NY yesterday to see my friend Jack Sal’s exhibit at Zone Contemporary, a new gallery on 57th St that opened with his show this January. It was a whirlwind trip that ended with a very brief … Continue reading
This past Saturday, I went to a well attended and inspiring meeting at the Chester County Historical Society, ‘The Future of Open Space in Chester County’. Anne Pickering of the Daily Local Newspaper moderated a panel discussion between members of the … Continue reading
I love all types of dance and lately, haven’t seen enough live performances. I watched ‘Something to Dance About‘ last night on PBS, a biography about Jerome Robbins. The choreographer who partnered with Leonard Bernstein on West Side Story, directed … Continue reading
I’m promoting the new online shop of my work at 1000Markets. They have a beautiful interface, and maybe 1/8th of the traffic that Etsy has. But they’ve already had some great press on Real Simple. You can read it here.
I’m reading the 2006 Poet Laureate Donald Hall’s ‘Unpacking the boxes’, that I had gotten recently, a belated Xmas gift. It’s almost unthinkable to remember the days when milk was delivered to the front or back doors of residences, (Charlie Chips … Continue reading
A big callout and thank you to Amanda for helping me slog through some coding to update my blog theme with an Etsy mini. A complete stranger and someone I found by googling the theme, she was patient and extremely … Continue reading
I finally figured out how to do a screen grab of a treasury on Etsy. Here’s one I just created that proves there are serious artists selling on the site.
If you haven’t yet read ‘The Murder of Leo Tolstoy, a forensic investigation‘ by Elif Batuman in this month’s Harper’s, you’re in for a treat. Not only does Ms. Batuman give us a brief history of Russian literature, but she … Continue reading
Most of the snow has now melted and these are my last paintings of it, small 8″x8″ on canvas paper. I already miss the quiet morning whiteness. I’m hoping for another last gasp of winter.