One thing (of many) that my son (and our webmaster) Tom and I share is an admiration for the paintings of Mark Rothko.
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Relative to the observer
John Holstead is a Yorkshireman by birth, a West Kerryman by adoption. He has had a checkered career: marine engineer, carpenter, sculptor. It is as an artist that I have know him best for thirty years.
The melancholy of the questing mind
In “Letters to a Young Poet,” the poet Rainer Maria Rilke writes: “We should try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue.”
Leaving our print on the landscape
The Florence Griswold Museum in Old Lyme, Connecticut, is one of New England’s hidden treasures. Next time you are driving Interstate 95 between Boston and New York, pop off at Exit 70 and treat yourself to an exhilarating look at early 20th-century American Impressionist art.
Make room for art amid the quarks
Michael Wenyon, with his collaborator Susan Gamble, is an artist-in-residence at MIT’s Haystack Radio Observatory in Westford, a place dotted with huge dish antennas that eavesdrop on radio frequency radiation washing through space.
The last lament of a renaissance man
I had come a long way to see him, across half of France, to the Castle of Cloux, near Amboise, in the valley of the Loire. He had been living there since 1516, at the invitation of Francis I, king of France.
In the beginning, there were fingers and toes
Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout, down came the rain and washed the spider out…
Transforming things seen into things known
Edward Weston, who died in 1958, was one of the greats of American photography, arguably the greatest.
Quantum jumps, flying bricks — and relativity
A cat loves a mouse named Ignatz. The mouse’s sole goal in life is to bean the cat with a brick, a villainy welcomed by the cat as a sign of affection, and perhaps it is. A badge-bearing canine, Offissa Pupp, adores the cat and wants the mouse safely behind bars. All of this in a surreal desert place called Coconino County.
The slaughter of the innocents
A still November morning. Brittle, transparent, like glass. Suddenly shattered.