Friday, February 25, 2011

If Pucci and Disney Had a Child

70's interiors shots by Helmut Newton and Guy Bourdin printed on fabric is the stuff Mary Karantzou Spring collection is made from. Fabulous and outrageous and you know Target's going to try and run with this. Thank you

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Fascinated by Facets

A few years ago I started layering line drawings on top of my watercolors that were more angular and faceted. What I thought was only my little muse's nudge, apparently has been a universal nudge. Facets are everywhere. For me, the winner of mastering facet rendering, is Carley Waito. These are not photos but oil on Masonite. Makes me wonder where my mom put my rock collection I started in the third grade. Her site and blog are here.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Is Sparkle a Color?

I'm in heavy layout mode for Swarovski in the next 2 weeks and keeping my eyes peeled for facets, shimmer, high glam, low glam and all that sparkles. I came across this artist who, uhuh, paints in glitter. I'm not one of those magpies that am attracted to every piece of flash, but Jamie Vasta's work made me stop. She does glitter but turns it on it's ear, dresses it up (possible with that medium?) and gives us art that slips onto a wall at the MFA without a hitch. She has a solo show coming up in April at the Patricia Sweetow's gallery in San Fransico. I first heard about Jamie through Meighan O'Toole's wonderful blog My Love for You is Like a Stampede of Horses.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Poem for Monday

Sweet Darkness
When your eyes are tired

the world is tired also.
When your vision has gone

no part of the world can find you.
Time to go into the dark

where the night has eyes
to recognize its own.
There you can be sure 

you are not beyond love.
The dark will be your womb

The night will give you a horizon

further than you can see.
You must learn one thing:

the world was made to be free in.
Give up all the other worlds 

except the one to which you belong.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet

confinement of your aloneness
to learn
anything or anyone

that does not bring you alive

is too small for you.

-David Whyte 
Image by Paul Clancy for Mole Hollow Candles