Here’s a sneak preview of a terrific exhibit that will open without fanfare at the Hallie Ford Museum of Art on August 20th, closing October 31, 2020 (open Tuesday through Saturday, 12-5…masks required.) It brings together much of the existing major work of Salem/Portland painter Clifford Gleason (1913-1978). I’ve long been a major fan of […]
We are still hopeful that these two exhibits will see the light of day opening August 20th with no events or fanfare. “We” includes the curator of both exhibits Roger Hull, and me. Roger Hull has been working on the Clifford Gleason exhibit “Clifford Gleason: The Promise of Paint” (monograph of the same title due […]
My Aunty Pat died today. My Mom’s sister, Pat was a daughter, sister, wife, Mom, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, businesswoman. She was lively, lovely, a font of fun in my childhood, the embodiment of glamor, the giver of fantastic gifts. 18 months younger than my Mom and separated by many miles in the last quarter of […]
Mostly this time since March 13th, when quarantine began here, has been…well…flat. A medical, cultural and economic crisis continues to whirl in the big world but we have been confined to a little world (and while I consider it to have been “flat”, the curator thinks it has been a reverie, a calming time of […]
Oh my. Remember the “Friday feeling” (relief), the “Sunday feeling” (dread/anticipation), the “Wednesday feeling” (half-way)? Now that we’re in a different realm entirely, the landscape is only populated with random events, delights, dreads in no sequential order. Maybe the senses are more alive? Though I think I’ve always enjoyed my life as it flows around […]
Somebody left a poem in our beach book in early July of 1999. As I often do, I was reading back in the volumes to see what we were doing this same week in other years. This poem struck me as a summing up of beach time for us… maggie and milly and molly and […]
As you might remember, I have an innate love of the car wash as a mood elevator and visual treat. Happy weekend. Keep in touch.
On June 24, 1970, Roger Hull and I drove into Salem, Oregon. It was Soap Box Derby day with the date painted in big letters on the bottom of the track in blue. I thought I might always remember that date, and I was right. It was a big month for us, June, 1970. R […]
Ellen reminded me of this powerful song today
Systemic racism is a white problem. We made it and we need to help solve it, starting now. Like you, I continue to read and try to understand all the ramifications of this. Here’s two more: https://amp-wbur-org.cdn.ampproject.org/c/s/amp.wbur.org/cognoscenti/2020/06/01/george-floyd-systemic-racism-boston-lee-pelton https://time.com/5851855/systemic-racism-america/?utm_medium=10today.ad3li.20200617.smartflab.421.1&utm_source=email&utm_content=article&utm_campaign=10-for-today—4.0-styling Keep in touch.