Well I had intended to write about the horrific weather and wind storm we are currently experiencing in the Great Northeast.
Bear-boy Cat is running around in the pitch dark of the storm at this very moment and i am worried semi-sick about him. He bounded outside just as i cracked the door to let my la Bea inside. He is ever vigilant of any chance to escape paradise to be in the ravages of any storm- the colder, the crazier, the more intense, the better.
Instead, i distract myself with a much sunnier clime: Brazil.
Page 22 of this past Sunday's NYTimes caught my eye with its surging circles of vibrant painter-color, and so i was introduced to the painter Beatriz Milhazes.
Her work is hot, hot, hot.
I just adore it, here is a little feast of it, with links:
Now pretend you are strolling through the gallery, up-close and personal with the art and the show is narrated in Portuguese, it doesn't get much better than this- pure heaven!
Hungry for more work and a biography of Beatriz? Check out this blog entry at Colourlovers.com
Stay warm.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
I swear it's true,
this tale about the glue.
kid in art room
and my true-life responses,
as recorded in my sketchbook:
"Where's the glue?"
"Look."
"Where's the glue?"
"Look."
"Where's the glue?"
"Look with your eyes, LOOK!"
"Where's the glue?"
"LOOK!!!" I say in sign-language,
despite the fact
the child is hearing.
My circuits are fried.
"Where is it?"
"Look!!"
"Oh."
kid in art room
and my true-life responses,
as recorded in my sketchbook:
"Where's the glue?"
"Look."
"Where's the glue?"
"Look."
"Where's the glue?"
"Look with your eyes, LOOK!"
"Where's the glue?"
"LOOK!!!" I say in sign-language,
despite the fact
the child is hearing.
My circuits are fried.
"Where is it?"
"Look!!"
"Oh."
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