Showing posts with label public art space. Show all posts
Showing posts with label public art space. Show all posts

September 9, 2014

Storm King Art Center

This weekend we visited the
Storm King Art Center in New Windsor, NY. 
If you've never been, it is an absolutely incredible place and a very worthwhile trip. It's the most perfect blend of art and nature I've ever seen with amazing monumental sculpture in, around, and on top of rolling hills and scenic mountain views. Take a look:

We got the perfect weather day

Sorry I don't have the name of every artist

I'll tell you the ones I do know. This is Claus Oldenburg's Drain Pipe

This is not a tree stump

Although it's made from little squares of tree stump

Did I mention the weather was perfect?


This is Alexander Calder

A very cool mirrored fence

Can't really tell in this picture

This is part of a special exhibit by Zhang Huan. Lots of giant Buddha body parts strewn about

The exhibit is titled Evoking Tradition

I think this one is called "Three Legged Buddha". It's pretty massive 

Especially compared to the little grass seed heads everywhere

There were plenty of real beehives around so this was tres apropos

My family walking up one of the many hills to see the Richard Serras

And there's Anna walking on the Richard Serra
Did I mention it was a beautiful day?

This piece could be played with a rubber mallet creating an enormous sound like a huge gong

A dinner bell for the giants in the mountains


Another hill


I was trying to capture the grass,

which looked like a huge watercolor 

Here's a cool bench made out of nickels

A sun-glared Tony Smith


You think these are just rocks don't you?

They're not

After so much walking we eventually succumbed to riding the trolley


The ride was pretty informative 

Sorry this shot is in motion. You can't see the mermaids in the front of it. A cool piece by Roy Lichtenstein right by the pond

There's the pond
There's the wall by the pond but I don't know the name of it
If this wasn't a bench I'm sorry to say it definitely got sat on


Husband and daughter yelling and singing down the tube to some strangers on the other side. This is a temporary untitled piece by Virginia Overton



More prettiness 

Some of the clouds even looked fabricated

The sun was playing artist too 

Here's another shot from above of Tony Smith

There were quite a few pieces in this red-orange color. Perfect compliment to the landscape

The toughest and last hill of the day

Just to reach Alice Aycock's work, my old teacher from SVA

Two really different pieces. I wouldn't have thought from the same artist

I don't know this artist,

but I do know this one. So many instances of art imitating life


And last but not least. Quite happy to end up at the visitor's center with one of my favorites, Louise Bourgeois

This place is awesome. 
Can't wait to go back when the leaves are changing this fall.




April 8, 2013

Frizzy fly-aways!

I've been on something of a vacation from the Art House for over a week. I told my daughter yesterday on our way out how good it felt to be able to leave at 2:00, to come and go as I please, but how it won't feel so good when I can't go back at all after I close. I will miss it. I like having it there waiting around for me.

Perhaps I'll miss it the way I miss sugar in my coffee, or the way I miss martinis before dinner. Maybe I'll miss it the way I'd miss T.V. if I didn't have one. They're all nice to have but not really necessary. They're all bad habits that make you unhealthy in one way or another...


Running a public art space is like that for me, more of a vice and a guilty pleasure than it should be. Although it adds to my life in many ways, I end up spending all my time trying to make it work which ultimately takes me away from my true intention which is to paint and make art.

INTENTION is such a strong and important word. Something that should be kept at the top of every list under every category. Without it we flail about undecidedly, confusing everyone around including ourselves. Even so, I have to admit, sometimes even the most purposed intentions lead you in unexpected directions...

...art wrestling

I wish I were a better writer and could actually control this pen in my hand. My writing is more of a purge at misgiven times. Unannounced recordings that occur the moment before they combust in my brain. I wish I could learn to corral them more successfully, I mean more intentionally. It's the same way I go into the studio with all these intentions and come out with something completely different all the time.


Reminds me of the conversation I was having the other day with Jocelyn, my good friend who also cuts my hair. When you have this curly hair that I have you don't really have control over the thing, you're just sort of in charge of it. It will ultimately have it's way no matter what. Sounds like my writing. Sounds like my artwork these days too. In fact sounds like pretty much everything these days.

Maybe all art is that way, coming and going and flailing around as it pleases. We're just the officers in charge for the day trying to corral those frizzy fly-aways!