Category Archives: art

Have You Read a Ford Lately?

nothing is realBehold the craftsmanship that went, letter by letter, into the spreading of this important message. Truer words were never, um, self-adhesived onto a bumper.

While each Ford has its own mystique, it’s not every Ford that serves as a reminder to dig out your cheery Floyd and Death Rattle CDs for family gatherings during this, the season of thanks. Oh and by the way, Peace to you, fellow motorists!

Mad Genius Makes Cool Portrait of Your Home

“Santa Lucia” in California
© 2012 Natalya Aikens

My SIL, a fiber artist, makes knockout “portraits” of people’s homes using objects they send her…fabric, photos, house plans, a map. What people supply her with to represent their homes is remarkable and touching  (mittens, fur, twigs, sheet music); seeing what Natalya selects to incorporate ~ and how ~ is fascinating. The whole thing makes me like people.

You can watch three unfold below:

http://www.artbynatalya.com/natalyaaikenscom.html

I also love her blog. Unlike mine, none too chatty.

 

If This Doesn’t Blow Your Mind Wide Open ~

sarah kay~ whether you like photography, metaphysics, New York City in the snow, non-combative spoken-word poetry, young people with insane talent, or Ted Talks ~ if this piece by Sarah Kay doesn’t blow your mind wide open, you are already dead.

And I say that with utmost respect, from the sticks, well on my own way to Kepler 22-b.

Holiday Pageantry on 5th Ave.

BG Store WindowWe love the operatic pageantry of the windows on NYC’s Fifth Avenue at holiday time. It’s over the top in a visually exquisite way. Like the Euronutters out there browsing with you, who are over the top in a sartorially remarkable way. Quite the show all around.

This year’s winner: the “The BG Follies” windows, based on the fantasy shows of the art deco period, at Berdorf Goodman.

Artists See Things

Late Foliage

…differently.  My drawing teacher said she digs this stage of foliage, when the trees have lost much of their leaves so you see plenty of branches mixed in with the brilliant leaves remaining. To me it has only ever meant that the leaf peepers are gone and we can go out to breakfast again. Praise the artists!