The Art of Amy D'Apice
On the Queen Mary 2 We’re on the Queen Mary 2, the world’s last ocean liner. For the curious minded, an ocean liner is built specifically for long and rough voyages, as opposed to a cruise ship which I can … Continued
At Luke’s I slip into the kitchen, quietly, after everyone has gone to sleep. The light is dim and I need to sit on a high stool in order to see myself in the small cupboard mirror. Queens, New York … Continued
It is rare to find anyone, other than myself, in these “In the Mirror” drawings. Only a handful of cameos appear and this is one of them. My big sister Rita holds the sweet spot in the composition for several … Continued
Ah, the Jersey Shore. It’s time for our annual family reunion. We fill the beach house to bursting with anticipation and good will…along with big personalities, creativity, Tasty Cakes, board games, glitter, and a little attitude. It’s all for one … Continued
After a brief reprieve, I’m back to living out of a suitcase. Several in fact. I’ve packed enough for two states, three countries, and an ocean liner, not to mention enough art supplies to go the distance. I will live … Continued
Being “bicontinental” is a little like this image. Wherever I am, part of me resides elsewhere. Days into my Western stay, I feel like a tourist, and yet it’s all utterly familiar. I left belongings here and there. Amy boxes … Continued
Where’s the pause button? I returned from my most recent adventure more than a month ago and haven’t allowed myself five minutes to reflect, let alone think about what I might have learned. My calendar filled up faster than a … Continued
What keeps an artist working? Is it inspiration or a muse? Sometimes it’s far more practical, like an actual job. You know, for the money. Many consider it a pastime, or a passion. Art making can also be about seeking … Continued
Once upon a time, Soi 5 had a big life. It was lined with guest houses and restaurants, massage parlors, and coffee shops. A Thai cooking school sat on one end, adding sounds of laughter and the smell of curry … Continued
It’s quiet in my quarantine. There are no voices, no rattling of dishes or the random cough. From my window, the bustle of Bangkok is like a silent film. I listen for one particular sound-a soft bell signaling a meal … Continued