Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Student exhibition at the Deering Estate

In the midst of
finding out which college they have been accepted to, several of my seniors arrived to a packed opening at the Deering Estate this evening. They are launching off into the art world to study and produce. Tonight, in just one moment, with a show like this, they seem to me already grown up and confident. The world is their oyster. I am very proud of them.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Golf course on a florida map

I painted this for my car salesman, as I believe he did me right AND his cubicle has no art...just a single nail on the wall. I found out that he is a golfer- so here is Crandon Golf course...delivering tomorrow.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Friday, December 12, 2014

Freezing in Miami

My blood may have thinned since moving down here from NY 4 years ago. It was 49 degrees when I got in the car yesterday morning to go to work! I am rummaging through the top shelves of my closet to find sweaters. We are getting in the seasonal spirit. Soon we will travel north for the holidays.

portrait of Michael and Me at the sea

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Math art for my sister

 Art to contemplate... by Horacio Zabala...Hipotesus xxiii. This was at Henrique Faria Fine Arts, from NYC, but I saw his stuff in a few other art booths as well.

Monday, December 8, 2014

I won't be blackmailed.

For a little while I forgot about everything.
I forgot about my responsibilities and my anguish over politics.
I forgot about my goals and my bills. I just...  enjoyed looking at the art. I enjoyed seeing how a variety of material was manipulated, how shape and color can influence messages, how humor finds me at art shows, how to appreciate wickedly good craftsmanship and stand in awe before a masterfully inspired mark. This year the Miami art fair week wasn't unbelievable, but it wasn't bad.
There were some sweet pieces. Much of it was all cake to me.
Unfortunately, there's backlash about having such a rich show in town completely devoted to the business of art making, marketing, and manipulating, when black men in our country are mortally and freely harassed in our neighborhoods. The insinuation is: how can people go and stand in front of art works with their backs set to this moment of seething frustration and community pain?

This gave me an idea for a lesson plan
Or how can so much money change hands in circles so far from the street level where the 90% survive?
Even though I avoided the mass protests and found my way, in spite of traffic, to the art festivities three days running, I didn't deny Michael Brown or Tamir Rice. I am not a racist. I don't want to feel like one. My defense: hedonism and hesitation.  I did not want to boycott the events or miss the party. I cannot insist that the art fairs reflect the current moral outrage, though I believe that artist's in their studios can and will reflect our culture. The art under the tents is already old. And there was plenty violence and pain there.
My two favorite works were- a photo by Diane Arbus, and a print by Jasper johns from his Regrets series.
Can I keep my art seeking and my community pain on separate plates?
I tried. And, dropping another plate, I will admit that I never called my youngest son this week, who, it turns out, was horribly sick with the flu! My mother plate was somewhere floating in the air, not yet in my juggling grasp. I am not a bad mother. I was just enjoying the art party.
It was so nice... to see so much art and good friends in town,... one week, once a year.
I do not want to feel bad for that.

Within reach of the convention center, portrait artists at Macy's

It's one thing to go looking at art, and another to become the muse for it. Affordable too.

That was the offering at Macy's on Lincoln road this weekend. So my friends Jason Aponte and Michael Gellatly set up their tables and went to work...

Jason Aponte at work