She does the labor of painting. She gets to make the art. She is the vessel. She wrestles infinity to the ground and makes it work. Place your body in relation to a Takenaga painting. Delight in catastrophe. Hover. Wrestle yourself to the ground. Feel good about it. On a beautiful Berkshire … Continue reading
If you’re like me you tend to process things in terms of sensation. You may also have a sense that things don’t feel “right” and haven’t for a long time. I can be overwhelming untangling it all. What happens when we delve into these moments of inundation? Consider that we all perform roles in a … Continue reading
As is frequently the case in today’s world, I was first introduced to Brenda Goodman’s work via the web and when I discovered that she would soon be showing in Philadelphia, I marked my iCal with the date. I set out on my first First-Friday, struggled up the packed stairwell, and pushed through a substantial … Continue reading
Every other week a Puerto Rican toad called Sapo Concho, that is on the verge of extinction appears on my street squashed and crispy. Seeing el sapo concho thin as paper in front of my house is priceless. It is as if nature is offering me prime material to work with. Their deadly business is … Continue reading
At this moment the sounds of the bubbling pot on the stovetop is fusing with the scream of children’s games erupting into periodic battles. My mind flips through its various channels. Why isn’t that painting working? How is it possible one family goes through this much laundry? When can I fit in working on that … Continue reading
