Wishing myself back to in time to the James Turrell exhibit…
Spring is here. It’s official. It’s great.
The photographs accompanying this article gave me chills. Velasquez paintings come to life.
This article really resonated with me – perhaps it is because living in New York you are constantly dealing with loss because you are constantly dealing with change.
I heart Tony Hale!
I like the idea of a work uniform – but then I feel like you’ve got to be impeccably groomed for that to work. Impeccably groomed I am not.
Art has the blues.
The question of art and boundaries – especially with children – will always be a gray area. This article was fascinating. I felt myself jumping to judgements and then reminding myself I don’t have kids. I cannot even begin to relate the complexities of Sally Mann’s relationship with her children.
Mark Rylance in Wolf Hall for the win!
This Summer, I spent two weeks in Spain. Two glorious weeks of cured meats, unreal landscapes, and soul-stirring art. I felt so alive.
It only took one visit to the Prado to nearly undo my bliss.
Bufón don Sebastián de Morra – you know what I’m talking about.
This article really nails it. People don’t stop to enjoy art anymore. We’re so programmed to indulge in quick hits of information that we barely spend the time to listen/see/experience what actually moves us. This is especially true in those huge museums that have so much amazing work we feel the need to see it all. We want only the best and we want to instagram it asap so we can prove we were there, dammit!
As of last night, however, my faith in humanity has been restored! I went to see Egon Schiele at the Neue Galerie. In such a beautiful small space people took their time with the work. It was really lovely to see the same faces go back to linger over a particular piece. Looking at art can be fun with other people around – particularly when taking photos is strictly forbidden!