Category Archives: USA

Art in a Time of Anxiety

Above: “The GOP” 2017 The most profound lesson I learned in studying art history, is that art reflects the time in which it is made. It speaks to popular culture, economic shifts, historic events, and political winds. Art is not created in a vacuum, nor is it contained within studio or gallery walls. Artists often […]

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Studio dream (nightmare)

  I had my first studio nightmare. Panic-inducing dreams usually come in the form of being the student who forgot to go to class or a teacher who neglected to write the final exam. Other variations include the actress who didn’t study her lines and the harried waitress who lost all the orders in a restaurant […]

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Making a Racket

The studio is getting noisy. Paintings lay on the floor, lean against walls, chattering to each other. And to me. Today’s chosen one, propped up on the bamboo chair/easel, holds court in the designated place of honor. Sketches, tacked up with painter’s tape and fluttering with the movement of the ceiling fan, lend voices to the choir. Or […]

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Searching for Subject Matter

“It’s not what you paint. It’s how you paint it.” -Helen Van Wyk There’s truth in that statement. Van Gogh transformed worn leather and scruffy boot laces into swirling masses of sensual paint, playful silhouettes backlit by a golden field. Pop artist, Wayne Thiebaud, chose pastry as his motif, laying down luscious impasto, thick as frosting. Mark Rothko gave us fields […]

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About Nancy: How to fix a drawing

The evening proved lively: wine and appetizers on the patio, playing badminton in our cocktail dresses, dinner, and then drawing. In her studio/office/workout space, Nancy and I crouched on the floor, sketching ourselves in the mirror. My piece started out fine, but soon ran into trouble. For me, drawing balances wild abandon with careful consideration. Without some measure […]

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Atlantic City

Note from Amy: The following is an excerpt from my memoir, “Honey.” Mother had given me the precious photograph, and I lost it. Many things disappear from the life of a gypsy. Mother remarked she had used up an entire page of her address book just for me. The photograph was long gone. Maybe that’s why the image […]

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