It was strange going through a dead person’s clothes. Especially since I knew him. I hadn’t seen him for quite a while, so all the memories I have of him are from elementary school. He died young. I gathered his old clothes and comforter from his mother and told her I would make a...
As my organization, Art is Moving, is in the front end of a 45 day fundraising campaign, I was inspired to write a letter to everyone about why I am a believer in art. Here it is. ———————————— Dear Everyone, I believe in art. I believe in its power to bring out the best...
My dear husband loves, I mean LOVES peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I’m not exaggerating when I say he would (and pretty much does) eat a PB&J every single day. I’m not as crazy a fan as he is, but I do love cookies. So, I decided to smoosh the two together and make...
I know I’m not alone when I say that photography has a lot to do with memory for me. There are images that I look at from my childhood that transport me back in time. I love the feeling of nostalgia and treasure it. I think about that when I photograph my almost brand...
A great reminder not to take oneself or art too seriously.
I often think to myself that you don’t really know what goes on behind closed doors. Apparently, sometimes that’s true. An ex-girlfriend of Basquiat’s, Alexis Adler, has just revealed that her apartment is covered with his artwork. Besides murals on her walls she also has photographs, notes, clothing, and sketches. Why take 30 years...