Quiet at work last night and I had a chance to do a sketch: some old buildings in Paterson. I used to work as a real estate appraiser so I learned all the different types of roofs. You don’t see many of these nowadays.
I just found out my DNA: 90% Ashkenazi Jewish and 10% Sephardic North African Jewish. That 10% surprised me. Maybe that’s why I like the Ladino songs so much.
Beautiful day and the weekend is supposed to be great. Happy Father’s Day!
I love finding old stuff of mine. These are three watercolors done in 1965. It’s amazing how my style has stayed the same.
Close up: I guess I liked bridges then too. And cities and water.
And little trees standing by themselves on a city street.
I used to use a lot of pen and ink. Can you believe that there were no markers back then? I believe that is the case. I haven’t used pen and ink in years!
The Boston Museum of Art has an exhibit of the works of Matisse along with many of the objects he used in his drawings and paintings. He found this chair in an antique store and had to have it. What a find…the arms are eels!
I went to Boston this weekend to visit my daughter and see the show. You can never get too much Matisse in my opinion (having this year also been to see him in Baltimore and Montclair). And there are always works I haven’t seen before, like one of his first collages, above. I like how he drew/painted the objects and then cut them out and arranged them.
There were some beautiful textiles, like this North African cut screen.
And of course he drew from his textile collection to drape the models for his portraits.
I love the vibrant colors in the still life above.
And I had never seen this paper cut out before.
The museum is good for wandering. Suddenly you’re in a room with this burial urn from Mesoamerica. That’s a bat on top.
John Wilson’s Martin Luther King Jr. prints were a highlight.
Eldzier Cortor, another African American artist in the museum’s collection, shaped many of his print plates. This one is full of visions.
There was a small show of the prints of Terry Winters, another favorite of mine. I always want to recreate his organic visions in stitch.
And we didn’t even get to the Monets! Next visit…
After a crappy Mexican dinner I took my husband and some friends up to the Great Falls in my hometown of Paterson. This location was recently made a national park which makes me proud. It is spectacular up there.
Feeling the energy of the water put me in a really good mood. I also had consumed a few margaritas so there was that. Here’s a couple of other pictures of what are really the pre-falls–before it goes all the way down the rocks.
(What I did my painting from.)
“This is what Democracy looks like.”
“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.”
–Lady Bird Johnson
“If you could
have three wishes, what?”
I’ve been repeating that word
since I was a child.
What is peace?
Easy to say what
it is not–
not guns, not
bombs, not hate or violence.
Not this destruction.
There are seeds
but they need sunlight–
growth, to send roots; open space
to reach for the sky.
This is not
we let it–
the Earth can teach us if we
can’t find our way home.
Despite the way we mistreat it, the Earth still shares with us its bounty. As it does each summer, the Rose of Sharon tree is blooming, surrounded by concrete and the sorrows of our world.
Join in with your poem here.
…or at least that’s the way it looked when we entered this room at the Met.
I don’t know, even when I know what she’s actually got in her hand,
it still looks like she’s checking out the screen to me.
Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC, June 2016