sew-a sowa

wandered around first friday in the south end in bosstown with a crew of reputable characters last night. some good things to be seen at samson projects (including the lovely maria molteni) and some good ceilings by carlin wing (who, it turns out, organized the great "bizarre animals" night at the harvard natural history museum) at anthony greaney 

aaand sweet damn, lauren dicioccio's sewn sculptures are great. her work is at walker contemporary  right now. at first i was smitten by the organza plastic bags...

then whoa, check out the 35mm sewnslide...

and this amazing sewn vanitas

cool skies over idaho

oh what i'd give to stick my face into some snow right about now (teleport to idaho, april 2010) 

bag preoccupation

ali bosworth takes photographs: of abandoned bags of cement and transportation devices on greek islands, of lovely trees. 

canadian mist

ah, almost-summer in new england. right now it's a bit dampened/smoked out by a canadian mist that is less whiskey and more smoke from fires up north. montana flashbacks abound. in the meantime, some moments of clarity to keep the summer glory in focus. for starters: great 1930s travel poster show at the boston public library..vib gained access to the sailboat topiary at duck village

bagheera got iced up

AND: summer internet is back. post your mixtapes accordingly.

adolf dietrich finds his inspiration

modern-day vanitas, by richard phillips

the current show at the swiss institute in NY, 'painting and misappropriation,' shares the works of 20th century swiss naive artist adolf dietrich alongside massive contemporary paintings by richard phillips. i like dietrich because of his taxidermied-bird-inspired vanitas drawings

peaks

peaks as an island, above. peaks on a boat, by way of andy rosen, below. 

lifestyle no homework

whole buncha things been going on.

we got an inflatable bubble fort and a carrom board

and a kitten

then on friday, as we were about to close up the rose, there was a big thud. immediate thought: some painting fell down. then i looked out the window and saw that a crew of rude crows had driven the neighborhood hawk to fly into the window- hard. it was splayed out for quite a while...

and eventually hopped a bit to continue to sit. we called every wildlife-knowledgeable person we knew, then decided to sit it out as well, as hawk seemed badly injured (drops of blood, bone sticking out from its breast) and we didn't want to further injure it nor face the talon wrath ourselves. 2 hours later, it flew away, after a very intense while spent looking into a hurt hawks eyes. godspeed my dear.