January 14, 2015

What I've Learned From Working (So far)


Continuing to write and share over on Medium. I wrote a meditation on finding meaning in work.

Read What I've Learned From Working (so far)

December 5, 2014

Clay Space 1205 Holiday Show: December 12-14th


Hi all, my ceramics studio is having a holiday open house, exhibit, and sale on December 12-13-14. Hope you'll stop by.

Clay Space 1205 Members and Friends invites you to our annual Holiday Show & Market December 12-14. New and former members will celebrate this energetic year by selling their handcrafted artwork all weekend long. All are welcomed to join Clay Space members to winter treats and festivities on opening night.

Friday, December 12 - 6-9 pm
Saturday, December 13 - 11am-7 pm
Sunday, December 14 - 12-4 pm

Clay Space 1205
1205 Manhattan Avenue. Suite 2-4-1
Brooklyn, NY 11222
718.383.5400
info@clayspace1205.com

 Participating Artists: Amber Shap, Andrea Miranda Salas, Carolyn Larson-Hughes, Claire Typaldos, Danielle Clare Pomorski, Heidi Lau, Jana Flynn, Janine Sopp, Jhanna Kosicki, Jessica Perelman, Julia Hayes, Jason Pfaeffle & Sara Ebert, Kim Gilmour, Meg Metzger, Min Choi, Monty Mattison, Sarah Blackwell, Shino Takeda, Signe Yberg, Sindy Butz, Yoshimi Tanaka, Youngna Park, Walter Murdock

November 20, 2014

Olafur Eliasson's studio


I love this description of Olafur Eliasson's studio in Berlin from this piece in T Magazine:
If, like me, you operate under the assumption that irony is automatically more sophisticated than earnestness, it is confounding to enter Eliasson’s world. One of the most extensive private holdings of his work belongs to the advertising executive Christian Boros, whose appointment-only museum in the Mitte district,  the Boros Collection, was originally built as a Nazi air-raid shelter but over the years has also functioned as a banana warehouse and a notoriously debauched techno club. This is the nature of Berlin, where things cascade with contradictory meanings, where “post-” is a ubiquitous prefix, where hipsters chase oblivion in the ruins of old dogmas. Irony is almost always a safe bet here, not least in the expat art scene. So you arrive at Studio Olafur Eliasson with certain expectations, and when you find that, on the contrary, it is one of the most earnest places you have ever been, you start looking around for the cracks.
And the real cherry on top of that profile:
“People underestimate how robust art is.” He added: “If we don’t believe that creativity as a language can be as powerful as the language of the politicians, we would be very sad — and I would have failed. I am convinced that creativity is a fierce weapon.

October 22, 2014

The Revelations of Marilynne Robinson

I keep reading and re-reading this interview, with one of my favorite writers: The Revelations of Marilynne Robinson
After our last conversation at Robinson’s house, we grabbed a quick lunch. We sat under the awning of a sidewalk cafe beneath the very bright Iowa sun. A bride and groom, just married, posed for pictures out front. As the photographer encouraged the couple to adopt poses of gaiety, I asked Robinson if the reception of “Gilead” changed her self-perception. She paused. 
“In a certain sense, I have experienced and continue to experience a kind of self-alienation,” she said. “There’s something about finding out that your interior life is acceptable to people on a wide scale that you simply have to make a revision of yourself. You think, What a surprise. The question of how private you are, how inward you are. All that seems suddenly to change when you find out that people are reading your stuff in China.”
Can't wait to read her newest novel, Lila

August 27, 2014

Summer, upstate

Summer is easier, gentler, and less sweaty when you have the pleasure of leaving. At some time between spring and summer—between realizing the snow would indeed melt and the blackberry brambles taking over the porch screens—our house was done enough that we weren't always working on it. We could just be in it, and have people at it. We also invited other people, those we didn't know, never saw, and remember only through kind words on airbnb. 

Summer with a house upstate is watermelon from Davenport Farm. It's swimming holes and warm rocks. It's icy water and mosquitos up your nose. It's peaches by the side of the road. It's a local library fair, barn sales worth pulling over for, bike rides around the reservoir. It's earlier awakenings to songbirds whose chirps are drowned out in the city. It's going to a place where days are defined by meals and hikes rather than meetings and plans. The biggest problem is not getting there enough, and also in knowing that it's as good as it is because of this other thing I have: life, work, city, deadlines, projects, friends, a social life—that occupy and push me on all the days I'm not there. 

And, it's hardly a secret. "Upstate" is this passcode for rural respite, peace, quiet, farms, food. 

This morning I was getting coffee at Budin in Greenpoint on my way to the G-train shuttle and a guy, late thirties (probably), handsome, boxers with palm trees exposed, asked a friend sweatily sitting on the neighboring bar seat if he was headed anywhere for this Labor Day weekend. The friend described an excursion to Massachussetts with ten other friends and reciprocated the question. This guy said he was going upstate: 

"Millbrook. You know it?" 

The friend said no. The man said: "Farm country. Pretty much perfect." 






August 12, 2014

Recent ceramics: Terrain series




A few recent ceramics from what I'm calling the Terrain series. Textures inspired by my time upstate.

August 6, 2014

Hiking the Mohonk Preserve

One of the reasons we were so excited to find our house upstate was a combination of proximity to the city and access to an abundance of nature (we're smack in between the Mohonk preserve, the Catskills, Minnewaska State Park).

Until spring, we'd been faced with mountains of snow which stayed on the ground far longer than it historically has, so aside from a handful of winter hikes, frozen waterfall excursions and snowshoeing, we hadn't seen a huge range of trails. This spring we got passes to the Mohonk preserve which has hundreds of trails for any level outdoorsman. Here, with my family on a trail from the Coxing Trailhead (which also boasts a terrific swimming hole). Tulip tree flowers and flurry of fungi were bursting around the forest.





August 5, 2014

The last evening at Tim & Linda's

The last evening at our friends Tim & Linda's apartment before they took off for the west coast. And J, that morning having coffee at the Bushwick escape, AP Cafe.




I've got a backlog of things to share on here, mostly photos taken on my phone (the way it is these days).

July 3, 2014

Coconut lime popsicles w/brandied cherries


J and I were upstate last week, ostensibly on vacation. But fool's judgement (mine) agreed to a re-flooring project, so there we were, tugging on 30-year-old dust-saturated threads and a thousand rusty staples. We buckled down with air compressor, a nail gun and a chop saw, and were many times thwarted by rain threatening our precious and raw wood. By day three of the project we'd only projected to take 1 day, all I wanted to do was watch the World Cup and eat some ice cream.

Despite it all, I did have the forethought to Amazon Prime a popsicle mold to my house, and, inspired by SCB's popsicles at 3191, made this concoction.

Mix together
1 can light coconut milk
2 tbsp maple syrup
a big spoonful or two of greek yogurt
zest of 1 lime
juice of 3 limes

Pit a few handfuls of cherries, cut in half
Cook the cherries in a pan with another splash of maple syrup and a generous splash of brandy (but make sure it's not too liquidy).

Prepare molds: pour in coconut mixture halfway, drop a few cherries in. Pour in more coconut mixture, top with a few cherries. Once popsicles have set (30 minutes to an hour), add popsicle sticks. Allow to freeze overnight. To unstick, run mold under hot water for a few seconds, then they should pop right out.

Enjoy while watching the World Cup.