Local Landscape
She has created these tiles by pushing clay into molds; the glazes are beautiful, though I haven’t really captured them here. The groupings suggest topography and landscape (and cityscape, too, I think.) While numbered to ease recreation of the installation, I am intrigued by the thought that they could be manipulated by the viewer. It seems an interesting manifestation of the artist’s intent and the viewer’s perception. Also, it’s always fun to build with blocks.
Forever
As I savor Freedom, I am also anticipating Forever. Forever is Clare Twomey’s first solo exhibit in the United States, opening at the Nelson-Atkins Museum October 9th.
Simply Divine
It’s been bookshelf bounty around here the last couple of days. I have neglected everything else and have been reading Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom when not toting or driving or fixing something for someone else.
Then, with iCarly in the background, I noticed Yves Saint Laurent’s note in the Fashion House that his entire home was conceived around Rememberance of Things Past. But I can’t possibly return to Proust right now as Franzen has my fancy and in the meantime I must ponder the allure of Bill Blass’s white walls.
Spin the Wheel
This week has been a bit of a meander with no discussion of interior design, so let’s finish it up that way and perhaps I’ll reboot for next week. Not to go too long without pulling something from a magazine, I bring you Belief-O-Matic via O, the Oprah Magazine. A quick-ish (though be prepared for a million pop-ups) quiz to help you figure out where you fall in the spiritual spectrum. Before you click off in a huff, I am not making fun. Mary Karr’s latest book, Lit, landed in my lap at a time when putting some framework around my belief system has seemed significant. Hitherto, I’ve cobbled together what I believe like I gather book advice, sort of scribbled notes that I find months later at the bottom of a bag. Something that I thought about that I meant to get back to.
This is interesting and amusing only because my friend, the chicken sex expert, has been trying to set me up with the Unitarian church for a couple of years.
The bottom five contained no surprises, though I did say, “I told you so,” to my deceased mother at the last place finish of the religion of my youth. Still, I bear the Church no grudge; She provided a framework I value still.