Our First Saturday went off without a hitch and here’s the photo to prove it! I ran up to join this Nirvana dance party several moments later, but fortunately, I seem to have avoided infamy for now. There’s also a great video of this on the Brooklyn Museum’s flickr photo stream.
I got really terrible news last week and while it’s not like me to be posting about things like this, my parents called me to say that Thea, the terrier I am holding in my arms in this picture from December, died an untimely death. All my life animals have been really important to me and they have taught me a lot about listening, feeling and observing. They can be patient and they are willed by their own nature. They teach respect and have made me humble, reminding me there are always things I will never know, even about those I am closest to. Maybe someone says “Oh, she was just a dog,” but in my mind, animals are souls with personalities who have roles to play in this world and we forge important relationships with them. My mom pointed out how Thea had brought so many people together, from my grandmother to friends who stopped by our house from time to time, made them laugh and made them feel good. She was an important companion to my parents and to me when I was in Maine. She will be sadly missed.
After the craziness of First Saturday I took a quick, one night trip up to Massachusets to visit my Grandmother who just celebrated her 87th birthday! It is always a wonderful time to see her, to sit by the fire together and talk about our lives and times, watch a hockey game and drink tea. The snow was too melted and icy for skiing, but the cold wind didn’t stop us from taking a short walk in the woods. Happy birthday Gram and all the best for the next year!
I have finally, finally uploaded my photos from the opening/closing of 11 Spring street, which street artists made famous and then the Wooster Collective made even more famous by bringing together Street and Graffiti artists from all over the world to put up art all throughout the building and then the New York Times made even MORE famous by publishing a story on it, resulting in 3 hour lines. However, the wait was totaly worth it and I think it was one of the most memorable art days of my life. Many thanks to my co-worker S. who emailed me the story originally, insisted that I go and also gave me a crash course in Street Art when I needed to teach some students about the Swoon piece we have up at the Museum. You can see the complete slideshow by clicking on this photo or visiting http://www.flickr.com/photos/killerfemme
I’ve noticed that I must follow in my mother’s footsteps, wanting to take pictures of plants (she’s a landscape architecht and avid gardener). However, I just loved that this flower’s name was “Punky Red.” It reminds me of dying my hair pink when I was 18 or so (which was actually this kind of color) with Manic Panic and then it coming off on my pillow and shirt collar.
Book presses at the Center for Book Arts. Seeing so many bookmakers I used to work with, or at least rub elbows with, and being at CBA, where I took a class 5 (!) years ago, it made me itch to begin to make things again. Sure it’s true I just spent most of last night cutting down paper for the print edition of riffRAG, but I love the process of making something by hand. It’s centering, peaceful and satisfying (well, when it’s not annoying and a bit stressful).