Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The art of Ken Price


Untitled by Ken Price
Ken Price, Steidl Publishers, Matthew Marks Gallery


W. L.A. with Billboards by Ken Price
Ken Price, Steidl Publishers, Matthew Marks Gallery


Ken Price is well known for his ceramics. Just as strong is his work on paper. Price uses strong contrasting colors often employing the use of outlines to further give the work pop. Someday I will get to California, I hope it looks like Price's work.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Parisian street art


My wife and I recently got back from a trip to Paris. Among the many things we saw was good street art.












Saturday, October 20, 2012

Bond Turns 50


Growing up with British parents James Bond was a fixture in our house. We had all the films, and I watched them over and over with Goldfinger as my favorite. 50 years ago Sean Connery played James Bond in the first bond film Dr. No. Here are a few pieces from my 007 collection.

Friday, October 19, 2012

40 under 40



I am glad to see so many jewelers and metalsmiths represented in the exhibition 40 under 40: Craft Futures at the Renwick Gallery, Washington D.C. Two artists work I find particularly interesting are Jeffrey Clancy and Melanie Bilenker.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Born Into This



Charles Bukowski, poet of skid row. I was first introduced to Bukowski through the film Barfly. I was fascinated by the central character, Henry Chinaski. The way he spoke and carried himself was unlike anything I had seen. Later I learned the script was based on the real life events of Charles Bukowski. The first novel I read of Bukowski's was Post Office and I became hooked. Bukowski wrote with a realness and simplicity. He got straight to the point. His writing was raw, reaching the bone, the bone marrow.  He was frank about his thoughts and ideas and never shied from the taboo. His writing centered around drinking, violence, sex and other dark topics. It was exciting. Bukowski wrote about things I have never seen let alone experienced. He stayed in flop houses, slept on park benches, gambled, drank, got in fights. But whatever subject Bukowski seemed to be writing about he did so with a sense humor. He never seemed to lose his humor in even in the darkest of times.