Maui, as always, was and is beautiful, from the moment you get off the plane and walk into the moist, fragrant air, combined with the quality of light, color, and space. As a visual artist, it is almost too easy to see beauty everywhere you turn, but of course easy is deceptive and there are many challenges to making art that is more than pretty pictures. Continue reading →
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The Art Institute of Chicago – October 2017, part 2
This is the final installment about recent visits to exhibitions in the Chicago area earlier this month, seeing great shows, some now closed, and seeing others that continue into the new year. In my last post we left off on The Nichols Bridgeway, over Monroe as we were about to enter the Art Institute to see a show that was just opening to the public that day, and runs through January 15, 2018.
Revoliutsiia! Demonstratsiia! Soviet Art Put to the Test
This exhibition, one hundred years after the Revolution of 1917, presents a Continue reading →
Chicago Architecture Biennial, 2017. Frank Lloyd Wright & Johnson Family, Racine, WI
If you read my previous post you remember I mentioned a couple shows that were just ending at The Art Institute; we saw some favorites that are usually on view, and mentioned others that continue through early January 2018. Of course, there is much more to see and experience in this great, beautiful Continue reading →
The Art Institute of Chicago – October 2017
As I’ve written before, there is always something good, something exciting, something sublime, something challenging, to see at The Art Institute of Chicago. Since there is such a wealth of riches, Continue reading →
Stanley William Hayter’s Atelier 17, Paris
Bartok and Fleuropa
Some days I would use my Carte Orange pass, taking the bus to Montparnasse, then catching the Metro to Pernety Station; other days I would walk to the atelier, exploring different routes and streets through the 14th arrondissement. I was working during the morning studio sessions, often arriving before the atelier opened. I’d go next door to Madame Paulette’s cafe, where I’d sometimes meet other artists who had come from distant parts of the world, some who had fled their countries for political reasons, others who had come to study with Hayter, and some who just needed a place to work.
Bartok is a small copperplate engraving based Continue reading →