i saw a print i loved that was $1800 and thus beyond my budget
this weekend was somerville open studios, and because it's bad form to take pictures of other people's art (altho sometimes they let you touch it :D ) i took pictures of trees instead.
i love the fluffy pink ones.
a distant picture of a fabulously purple house.
yesterday i saw a couple of studios and today i saw a bunch more, including one for a sculptor who made the only st sebastian i've ever seen who wasn't half-naked and stuck full of arrows. she made him for a boys' school, which might help explain why he looks like a legionnaire and not such a homoerotic saint. she was really fun to talk to. one of my favorite things about open studios is getting to talk to the artists about their art and their process and whatever random shit comes up. also i'm nosy as hell and getting to see inside people's live/work spaces is really fun for me. like, the first place i went today was in the artist's house, and her front hallway was covered with old black and white photos - it was a "wall of strangers", and she got the photos from yard sales or estate sales or friends. (i got to meet her dog, too. he was a rescue named hawkeye, which was the name he came with so she didn't know if he was named after clint barton or not. he was super cute and so well-behaved.) the st sebastian sculptor's studio was in a building of other studios, so i just got to see work spaces. which is just as cool, if not more so. i mean, i know what writers' work spaces look like. i don't know the same about artists' spaces.
the other thing i did today that's worth sharing is go to the grocery store, which is only worth sharing because someone put googly eyes on the pancetta in the deli case.
killing eve is a crazy, tense show. i love it. i highly recommend it if you're at all into serial killer/assassin tv. the actresses playing villanelle (the assassin) and eve (the assassin hunter) are both really fantastic.
have a post-poetry month poem.
It’s not that the old are wise
But that we thirst for the wisdom
we had at twenty
when we understood everything
when our brains bubbled
with tingling insights
percolating up from
our brilliant genitals
when our music rang like a global siege
shooting down all the lies in the world
oh then we knew the truth
then we sparkled like mica in granite
and now we stand on the shore
of an ocean that rises and rises
but is too salt to drink
--"Thirsting", Alicia Ostriker
i love the fluffy pink ones.
a distant picture of a fabulously purple house.
yesterday i saw a couple of studios and today i saw a bunch more, including one for a sculptor who made the only st sebastian i've ever seen who wasn't half-naked and stuck full of arrows. she made him for a boys' school, which might help explain why he looks like a legionnaire and not such a homoerotic saint. she was really fun to talk to. one of my favorite things about open studios is getting to talk to the artists about their art and their process and whatever random shit comes up. also i'm nosy as hell and getting to see inside people's live/work spaces is really fun for me. like, the first place i went today was in the artist's house, and her front hallway was covered with old black and white photos - it was a "wall of strangers", and she got the photos from yard sales or estate sales or friends. (i got to meet her dog, too. he was a rescue named hawkeye, which was the name he came with so she didn't know if he was named after clint barton or not. he was super cute and so well-behaved.) the st sebastian sculptor's studio was in a building of other studios, so i just got to see work spaces. which is just as cool, if not more so. i mean, i know what writers' work spaces look like. i don't know the same about artists' spaces.
the other thing i did today that's worth sharing is go to the grocery store, which is only worth sharing because someone put googly eyes on the pancetta in the deli case.
killing eve is a crazy, tense show. i love it. i highly recommend it if you're at all into serial killer/assassin tv. the actresses playing villanelle (the assassin) and eve (the assassin hunter) are both really fantastic.
have a post-poetry month poem.
It’s not that the old are wise
But that we thirst for the wisdom
we had at twenty
when we understood everything
when our brains bubbled
with tingling insights
percolating up from
our brilliant genitals
when our music rang like a global siege
shooting down all the lies in the world
oh then we knew the truth
then we sparkled like mica in granite
and now we stand on the shore
of an ocean that rises and rises
but is too salt to drink
--"Thirsting", Alicia Ostriker