Andrew Wyeth died yesterday. Some criticized his paintings for being overly nostalgic and claimed he used the muted pallet as a gimmick but I’ve always liked the cold light and spareness in his works.
Images are from The Helga Pictures.
Quick trip. Two days driving one day visiting. My favorite part of the drive was coming over the bridge friday evening and seeing the city. It was nothing but darkness and cars and water (intracostal waterway?) and then voila – New Orleans sparkling. Beautiful.
Everyone was friendly and between my guides I had a whirligig tour of a few different areas that seemed to blend seamlessly from affluent, charming, colorful and cozy to beaten. Would have been nice to have time to photograph and sketch. So much stunning architecture, tasty food, new to me flora and there’s a quirky feel to the collective interactions. Locals vs. tourists? I don’t know what it was. Not uncomfortable though.
Given more time I would have loved to attend Prospect.1 New Orleans which looks fantastic and takes place in different museums, historical buildings and such across the city. I’ll have to hitch back before January 18th.
Thanks to Kevin for letting me crash his moving weekend.
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself – life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
Just a couple of announcements.
1. This weekend is the Art Prowl and I’m going to be set up in Merilee’s studio at 119 West Broad and would love some company. She is going to build pots all day and I’m going to stand around and smile. The Prowl will be going Saturday from 10-5 and I’ll also be there Sunday from 12-4ish, and it’s going to rock!
2. Tomorrow night is the first performance of Red Rode Yer Mama, a conceptual group with punk activist undertones consisting of Liz K., Mary P., and myself.
UPDATE: RRYM performance cancelled. Sorry.