Those who know me know my alter-ego is Wonder Woman. I admire her grace (just erase the image of a running Linda Carter for the moment, and instead picture her righteous blue eyes and patriotic panties). As a little girl I wore Omi’s red boots and protected our garden from evildoers with my clothesline lasso. […]
View post →Last weekend I stumbled across the Met Museum’s scrumptuous dinner-table display of courtly Austrian porcelains set with a colorful arrangement of sugarpaste flowers, gilded sugar-mold artichokes, bowls teetering with candy walnuts and apricots and blossoms and lacy sugar-“temples”. I felt like a kid staring at all those goodies, never wishing to touch any of that […]
View post →I’m so used to getting yelled at by the personnel of the Met Museum in NYC that it was a borderline surreal experience to visit the Louvre in Paris, where the guards are supernaturally friendly, and the collection putsany new world museum to shame (sorry, no exceptions). What a boon for those lucky Parisians, and […]
View post →The idea that you can have a potential garden in a paper envelope blows my mind. It is not a garden–yet. Can you get any more life-affirming than that? I remember little baggies bursting with the promise of tiny sweet carrots from the window sill (miraculous!!), or carefully tended, never-quite mature cucumbers or flowers. And […]
View post →Don’t ask me what made me bring pastels on vacation to Germany with me (one guess how Germans reacted to the artist dragging the billowing chalk dust cloud wherever she went). This is a sketch i made in almost complete darkness in another one of Ludwig II’s lairs, this time of the golden boat floating […]
View post →Few things compare to the pleasure of going through a muesum and drawing what catches your eye…
View post →Another reportage drawing of the lobby of the Met Museum of Art
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