Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Somethng about a man in an apron...

...even today, with so many famous male chefs, putting an apron on a man makes them take on a new persona. Some get a little silly and vamp. Others are embarrassed...here is an architect in the Hamptons with his dog. Meanwhile, when we put a tie on a woman, does it do the same thing?

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Student Painting...

One of my current painting student's oil painting of his high school in China....! I love it.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Saint Patrick's Day

So my son's name is Patrick. So I married a 100% Irish man who speaks Gaelic. So we visited the olde sod many times and traveled around the country. But the fact is they do not celebrate this holiday very much. Hardly at all.

Today in the East Village, there were droves of people in various headbands, hats, t-shirts, green pants, glitter and more. They were loud and happy and probably drunk. It has become an excuse to drink and cut classes.

When I was living in Chicago, Mayor Daley (the first one), had dye put in the Chicago River to make it green. True story. How unecological is that, I wonder?

I will say the Irish are charming and I could listen to most of them read the phone book and be happy. But today is not a big deal and we need to realize it is more of an American holiday,

Monday, March 16, 2015

Kitsch Bathroom...

Turned a slimy bathroom into a black, pink and rhinestone bathroom for a charity show house event in Milford a couple of years ago. We had to pick a person--dead or alive--and work around their personalities.
I chose Bette Midler, because I knew it would allow me to glue huge rhinestones on toilet plunger, and what could be better?

Friday, March 13, 2015

"The Threesome"

New painting... in four sections....

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Wrapped Trees....

For years I have been documenting wrapped trees and bushes--especially fig trees. Here is a photograph I took in New Jersey of a line of trees that remind me of soldiers in a row...

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Max (in Apron)

Just one of the "Men in Aprons" series... Max (Pierre's nephew)
admires himself in the mirror. I love his reflection...This was taken in apartment 3-F--Pierre's first apartment in Randall House--back in the day. Max now lives in California, but as happens in divorces, we have not stayed in touch.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Thinking about...

..,past relationships--marriages even. Mistakes I made...what I didn't see or overlooked...who I was then and who I am now. Why does wisdom take so long to kick in for some people? I am trying hard to not have regrets. Is that possible, though? I am content with so much in my life and discontent with, well, just a few things! Should I deny this? Toltec wisdom is some help--don't take anything personally, never assume, listen to and be your word(s), and always do your best. What about being content? If you are 100% feeling it, should you fake it? No. So the messy journey continues...

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Reflectons in Florence...

Find the architecture in the puddles...love painting puddles, love looking at the sky in them...love photographing them...

Friday, March 6, 2015

New Book Soon to be Born....

This is the subject I am presenting at the National Art Education Association Conference in New Orleans later this month. It's a book I wrote
that contains design teaching problems for elementary and middle school students, with some humor and fun to get the creative juices flowing. With luck, it will be out this fall!

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Study of...

Sometimes we don't look at things closely enough. If we do, we see things others don't. And one of the jobs of an artist is to point the way. What you see here may not be what caught my eye, but no matter. I made you look (the child's gleeful shout) and my work is done for the moment.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

What is in the eye of the beholder....?

This is a detail of a vintage shirt....of bananas. Hmmmmmm. What do you see?

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Babies--(Drawing by Julia Schmitt Healy)

Read a tweet by a woman who has decided she doesn't ever want kids. Never ever. She was an only child, never around babies, see herself as spoiled, etc. Well, that is one person who shouldn't have kids--unwanted kids are everywhere. The question is, how do you get people who haven't thought about what having kids means start thinking? I have to say I'm somewhat weary of sob stories about unemployed 22-year old single women with three or four kids wondering what they are going to do?

In my mind, it always boils down to education. You can't change someone's family circumstances, but you can educate early and give kids the information they need to make smarter choices in their lives. And you have to target the parents, as well. The world is not what it was in the 1950's with Mom at home with milk and cookies. It is messy. Education can't clean up the mess entirely, but it can neaten things a bit.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Masks on my curved office wall...

I find them compelling, scary, disturbing, silly and impossible not to buy. I don't so much like to wear them and I frighten easily if other people wear them, but on a wall? They make me very happy.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Stuffed Watercolor of the Past--"Squeeze My Muscle"

This is treated muslin, painted in watercolor and trapuntoed from the back to make it three-dimensional. There is a squeak toy in the bicep and, when you squeeze it, it makes that sound that only squeak toys can (think dog toy). When it was exhibited at the Art Institute of Chicago, a museum guard told me someone laughed so hard, she wet her pants in front of it and they had to get a custodian. True or not, it's a great story.

I have always been interested in popular culture--especially since I grew up an outsider in my born-again (hypocritical) family. Muscle men back in the day were really a part of the underworld. There were also homosexual overtones, I think, in some quarters.

The attraction for me was this idea that you could shape and form your own body, like an artist might in her studio. Body culture as we know it today, did not exist. So the idea of body-building, tattoos and scarification were of interest. Piercing had not yet caught my radar, and it still creeps me out a bit, because I can't take my eyes off the piercing and move to other parts of the face. I get stuck. So these are the meandering thoughts of the day...