...or tries to...

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Oliver's Love

Oliver's love for burrowing, in this case into the sleeve of my mother's red robe the day before Valentines Day, has become a real-live, genuine, sold-in-stores greeting card! The lovely people at Palm Press found my picture of our tabby in his heart shaped cave, (styling by Mom), and turned him into a Valentine! Keep an eye out at card stores and gift shops, and we can all say we knew him when...

Does he approve?

Yes. He most certainly does.

Saturday, January 26, 2013


 I've had me some press this week!

A lovely appearance in Asheville, North Carolina's Verve magazine,

and Red Blooming Biotope in the upcoming February-March issue of American Craft Magazine--
(always happy to have work in the company of Elsa Mora!)

And a deeply felt thank you to Delphine, just north of Paris, and her gloriously beautiful and infinitely inspirational blog, Paradis Express, for her second post about my work, and her feature of my friend Claire Prenton's intricate ceramics. When the well runs dry, I just have to click my way over to her world to remind myself of what a wonderful place it can be, and should be, and is.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Watson MacRae

Some pictures from the opening of The Fine Art of Contemporary Craft at Watson MacRae Gallery, on the beautiful Sanibel Island, Florida. It was a night in the company of lovely work, and amazing artists, all nature entranced and correspondingly obsessive in detail.

And I met in person, for real, my friend from afar, the amazing ceramicist, Claire Prenton. Her pieces for the show are poetry, the porcelain elements all inspired by the shells she collected during her first visit and exhibit on the island. We found out that we're like the oldest of friends, though we grew up on different continents. I think we both knew we would be. More of her intricately extraordinary, nature channelling work to be found here, on her website.

Works by Akiko Sugiyama, Cassie Ryalls, and Vicki Grant

Wall pieces by Akiko Sugiyama

And of course there was the pre-opening dance.

Claire caught Mom and I shaking our groove things.

Thank you, Maureen Watson, who makes it all happen, always, to perfection, and congratulations on the beautifully expanded new space, my gallery home away from home. Thank you Hollis Jeffcoat, who composes a room as if it were one of her own elegant paintings. It was a beautiful night.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Sanibel beach, from sunrise to sunset

Figure this. I live ten minutes from the Atlantic Ocean. And always have, growing up on Long Island. When I was a kid every summer was about saltwater and seaweed and sand in my sandwiches and in my bathing suit. My late teens were spent on the edges, working in a salt marsh and on a battered Boston Whaler in the middle of the blue Middle Bay, digging holes in marsh mud and counting eggs in tern nests and guessing how many dead red flies were in the fly traps. Every day my ankles had the same ring of salt. It was the dirtiest, sweatiest, most fly-bitten job I could have picked, and the best job I ever had. But now it takes a trip to another beach, three hours away, way across Alligator Alley, along the Gulf of Mexico, to get my feet onto sand. Last time I was here it was forty degrees, wind chill pure Lake Michigan, nothing Florida about it. But this time, barefoot weather, water too cold to swim in but no problem for wading, no problem getting the cuffs of our jeans wet, no issues other than chasing the flip flop that was suctioned off by the surf. I remembered things like horizons and distances and the way the air smells when it's alive and how the surf eventually times your breathing. Do we have to take ourselves out of ourselves for a few days to get reacquainted with what we loved? Unless we're the smart few who figured out how to not divide themselves up into too many different selves. I guess that's the trick.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Blue Spiral

Part of the reason I've been such an uneven blogger the last few months owes to never having been part of two exhibits at the same time. Yes, yes, you're grateful and excited and gratified - and then you actually have to make it happen. So you start to look a little more like the squirrel in Ice Age than yourself, obsessing over everything. People stop recognizing you. You do not leave the studio. You consider drinking your meals through a straw, to save all that extra time that chewing takes up.

But then, finally, the shows!

I'm a part of New x Three,  with Eleanor Annand, Charles Keiger, Brad Sells, and Tom Sheilds, at Blue Spiral 1, the beautiful gallery in Asheville, North Carolina. I had visited Blue Spiral a few years ago with my great friend Joyce, who lives not too far away, and saw work there by artists I had admired so deeply, the kind of work, when you're examining it, makes everything go quiet around you and inside you. So the idea that they will be showing my own work there, well, you can figure. 

I am elated.

Symptomatic Vivarium

Saprotrophic Vivarium



New x Three

January 10 -March 2, 2013

Opening reception, Thursday, January 10, 5:00 - 8:00 pm

38 Biltmore Avenue
Asheville, NC 

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Back to Sanibel

I'm so excited to be a part of The Fine Art of Contemporary Craft at the beautiful, (and newly expanded!) Watson MacRae Gallery on Sanibel Island, FL. I'll get to spend time with the most excellent gallery owner and curator Maureen Watson, see the work of my fellow exhibiting artists up close, and, - not too shabby - wander the beaches of this particularly special island, where the shells wear tiny costumes of crustaceans.

Blue Bird's Biotope will be there...

and Self Absorbed Terrarium

and Ocular Vivarium

and shadow boxes, here's two of five...
A Blue Transposition
The Marsh Watches

2340 Periwinkle Way #B3
Sanibel, Florida 33957

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

First Night 2013

Walking the last few hours of 2012, and the first few minutes of 2013, at Atlantic Avenue's First Night...

with some very tall people,

and little ones, (I'm pretty sure this was supposed to be noodles as giant tinker toys, but turned into one enormous noodle fight)...

on a bubble-wrap side street,

with bubble-filled air.

There was R & B,

 Spanish guitar,

and dancing on the double yellow line,

and at intersections. 

Street eating,

window shopping,

and a lot of falling down on plastic ice.

And lights,


and even more lights.

Happy New Year Everyone!