“Memory as Myth”…the exhibit of my work currently at the Hallie Ford Museum of Art in Salem, will soon be a sweet memory. If you are around the area this week the exhibit will be open until the last day…Saturday October 17th. The museum is open Tuesday through Saturday from 12:00 to 5:00 pm. and […]
This quarantine has provided us with a lot of sad moments, a lot of “meh” moments, and a few very exciting moments. In May the Clifford Gleason and Bonnie Hull exhibits were due to open but…alas, Covid 19. Today though, today was one of those very exciting moments. Today was the first open day in […]
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 […]
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 […]
A rainy Salem Day… The mail brought a couple of interesting envelopes today…Natalie’s with a long-ago souvenir of Salem (the prison?? “Just From the Pen”) and Claudia’s with interesting things swept up from the drawer… and on the envelop this thought… Which led to our conversation during the little afternoon drive we took today in […]
It turns out my exhibit, “Memory as Myth”…due to open today at the Hallie Ford Museum of Art, was perfectly titled. On June 6th Roger Hull’s Clifford Gleason exhibit “The Promise of Paint” was to have a grand opening and it would be the opening reception for me too. So we join artists and curators […]
The first spring we lived here and I started with this garden I thought the bluebells were so nice I gathered armloads of them (oh I should have known, eh readers?) and brought them in. 40 years on I consider them weeds and my annual drill is to get as many out as I can […]
I love bowls…big, small, cracks and all.
So…I’m beginning to feel odd. I’m tired of the internet. I’m tired of inspirational messages about …everything. I’m tired of myself and generating self-oriented content daily for projects. My hair’s too long. I’m feeling like a cannibal, like I’m eating myself alive…so I adapted Heidi Grew’s clay piece to fit my Monday morning blues. I […]
Another random, nonsensical day filled with odd and wonderful moments. Today I thought that really the truth is we’ll all look back on this time of isolation as a magical time, a transitional time between “the good old days” and the difficulties that lie ahead, which we are beginning to understand will become more pronounced. […]
