Tuesday, July 29, 2014

France, lots of graffiti, a little JR

I was in Le Croisic for a wedding. My bedroom window offered a view of the ocean

The sky would melt into sunset.

Le Crosic graffiti

The wildest time on my trip was on my birthday when I was stranded in the walled city of Guerande with a lovely Spanish lady.

We wandered around the city and spent hours chatting on a cafe terrace about the importance of letting adventures happen. I tried to keep the spirit of the day throughout my trip.

Then to Paris, and this was the view from my window.

There was no light in the wc for a few days, which gave me a chance to take a picture by candlelight.

I went to see the JR installation at the Pantheon.

 The photos were printed on plastic that would sometimes reflect the light.

All of those faces looking straight at the viewer were very intense.

I visited the petite ceinture which is like the high line in New York, but left to run wild. It is unlike the French to let nature do its thing but they were very proud of protecting the abandoned railway's ecosystem. I thought it was far better than the fussy nyc park.

Here are some thistles behaving a lot like weeds.

On the parapet walls of the railway, the graffiti blended with the vines.

Sometimes a tagger would paint over the dead branches.

I had planned on taking photos for my dream project, but the light was never what I expected

There always seemed to be additional layers things were never as they appeared. It was like living in one of my dreams.

I wandered through the neighborhoods where I lived, remembering lost adventures and enjoying the colors.

My dream project will just have to fit with the images I have.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Kara Walker - A Sublety

I went to see Kara Walker's installation in the Domino Sugar refinery. On the web site it is described as:

an Homage to the unpaid and overworked Artisans who have refined our Sweet tastes from the cane fields to the Kitchens of the New World on the Occasion of the demolition of the Domino Sugar Refining Plant

There was a short wait outside. The sun was hot and the shift into the cool factory space was noticeable, as was the smell of molasses. The walls were painted in sugar.

Some of the boys made out of sugar have already melted, but others are still standing.

They leave pools of sugar on the floor.

The boys seemed to be watching the viewers.

The sphinx drew everyone towards her, massive even in the large space. It was a lot like a cathedral with the light filtering down from high windows.

Her head was held high in spite of the impossible position of her body. Her eyes were blank, certainly not engaging the viewers.

Some of my favorite details:

Her fist

Her thumb clenched between the fingers of her other hand

Her feet

The installation will be up until July 6

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Light, the Garden, a Gift

Some light coming through the window
 I was planning on putting some plants out. This summer, I wanted the plants to be more sculptural, grouping more of them on one bicycle. I had found a really cool bicycle, red with a red basket, no more front wheel. I had a vision in my mind of it with the plants. But when I checked on the bicycle before putting them out, it was gone. I guess I had waited too long to put them out. I am still resolving some details on how to display the plants. Now I need another cool bicycle.

The garden is recovering from winter, I am pleased with the spring colors that I have.

My current favorite is the allium. I think they are somewhat comic. 

They do not last very long though. Just over a week and they are losing their flowers. I am curious to see how they look with the green nubby stems.

The beloved brought me home a rosebush for Mother's day. 

These bulbs have never sent up flowers, only leaves. I was really getting tired of them and thinking I would dig them up, when they sent up one stalk of flowers.

Someone abandoned a bouquet of roses in the flower box out front.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

May Flowers, and Maple

In the cold days of March, I bought a glossy magazine on container gardening and dreamed of spring. This pot was inspired by one of its ideas. I planted the flowers a few weeks ago, but it has only recently been warm enough to sit outside.

I have always loved lobelia, with its tiny blue flowers. I would feel sad when the summer heat would scorch it to dust. It turns out that lobelia is more of a spring thing, no need to feel guilty.

I am fascinated by the thin black lines on the violas. I could stare at them for ages, they look as if someone drew them.

The maple leaves have unfolded right about the same time as last year. 

This leaf picked up its color on its own. I did not even color correct it.

I have had trouble getting back into a working rhythm even though there are lots of things I want to work on. I figured I would start with some spring flowers and build from there.