


I'd never seen the launderer's bins in such an order, and they've never been in such an order since. These moments of beauty and clarity are fleeting, so I'll bottle them away for the rainier days...Remember color theory? It's still fun!



I'd never seen the launderer's bins in such an order, and they've never been in such an order since. These moments of beauty and clarity are fleeting, so I'll bottle them away for the rainier days...Remember color theory? It's still fun!
An afternoon was spent in Kindergarten, crafting leprechaun ears, showing and telling with the letter N, building cardboard battleships, cutting, pasting, drawling, and discussing the importance of sharing with others. Abby drew me an Abby flower, and let me hold her pet Zebra. The insightful perspectives of a room full of 5-year-olds was a welcome break from the company of grown-ups.


Lately, I am filled with bliss, basking in the beauty of so many stacks of books. Check out these blissful pieces about books: A cheeky piece from Ray Fenwick's Hall of Best Knowlege, Animal indexes by Pa Design, and this installation of such lovely hues, by Mr. Jacob Dahlgren.

A man by the name of Friedrich Froebel invented Kindergarten back in the mid-19th century, when he founded the Play Activity Institute in 1837. He was a pioneer in early child education, and a strong advocate for the importance of free play in childhood. His Kindergarten classes were structured around a series of "gifts," designed to be given to a child in order to inspire innovation and self-directed activity. See a full gallery of Froebel's Gifts here.
Activities in the first Kindergarten were focused on "free work" and games, and included singing, dancing, gardening, and self-directed play with the Froebel Gifts. Check out the Kinder-garden, above! (Unidentified kindergarten, Los Angeles, circa 1900)
Some late-19th century "beauty forms" from anonymous kindergartners made with the fourteenth Froebel gift (paper weaving). Look familiar? It is no coincidence that the first generations to graduate from this new Kindergarten grew up to become those radical adults that formed the modernist movement:


Hmmm...really? Foreva? Foreva-eva? Though it is quite refreshing to to hear of politicians getting along, now isn't it? (Taken from last week's Time magazine).






Sometimes when the masses overwhelm I pretend that urban passageways lead to pastures I have yet to tread. I close my eyes and absorb it all, grateful to be, yet wishing for something I cannot yet foresee.


"...And then there are the passengers. Though the trains are always moving (while I photograph) I feel inextricably linked to the individuals inside. Each individual is alone but with me, connected, if only for an instant. Yet in this moment and in the sum of all these moments there is a seed of something larger and impossibly tangible. This is just to say: 'we.'"

"Great art should baffle, but how often doesn that truly happen? When images bewilder and quiet, they resonate forever." -Robyn O'Neil
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I had the recent pleasure of stumbling upon the Studio in a School Gallery on my way to the American Folk Art Museum. Studio in a School is a wonderful program that works to "foster the creative and intellectual development of young people through quality visual arts programs directed by professional artists," and continuously promote and support arts programming for kids in NYC. If only we had such a cohesive and established program in Minneapolis. Little kid drawings=so fresh!


In 100 degree city heat, the beads of sweat cling to my chest in a now familiar pattern: a map of the zig-zagged blocks i have walked to reach my destination. Earth, it seems, has shortened the circumference of its orbit, and surely shines but inches away. My pocketbook cannot spare a $2 subway ride, and so i trek on, ever forward, to...Scandinavia house! The Nordic Center of America! I breathe in that precise air of the Finns and the Nords, the Icelanders, the Danes, and the Swedes, and am chilled by the beauty, the precision, the divinity, the cold mystique of those faraway lands. 





keith haring, mosaic light poles, joe strummer, mark gonzales! such delightful things i see while wandering about de hood.
Let us stand tall and be thankful for each other, for our connections and disconnections, our similarities and differences. Let us never forget how lucky we are that we can rise each morning with the sun and...breathe. Let us never be too proud to make mistakes, let us never take for granted our drive to create. And let us put these creative minds together and unite in remembrance of those we have lost along the way.
A recent blurb about Keith Haring got me thinking about the functions of public/street art vs. "art art." Is street art meant to be preserved? Or does part of its beauty lie in the fact that is it so reliant on its environment–both a product and a victim of this public space. Buildings decay, taggers tag, posters come up and go down, or get covered by more posters...
I'm looking forward to hunting this down this summer–WACK! A Keith Haring classic.Keith Haring made both a street/public art and "regular" arty art, but always tried to make his art accessible to the masses, not simply the bourgeoisie. This is important...What defines street art vs. graffiti? Is there a clear distinction, besides terms of legality? The lines between "street art/graffiti" and high art have also become blurred, and street art styles are stripped from their original environment. Brad Pitt at a Banksy opening? Suburban kids tagging posters in their garages? Can street art/graffiti art still be relevant when it is entirely lacking in its original environment–that of a public space?
The beauty of public art, especially graffiti, is it's dependance on its environment–its immediacy, spontaneity, and consequent ephemerality. It gains more meaning throughout time, through its decay and potential defacement by others. Check out super old school Fab 5 Freddy...rediscovered! Also, read more about this topic. The battles between street artists wage on, the criticism from high artists continues. This continuous dialogue is important...
One thing, however, remains clear: The facade of 40 Bond Street, a new luxury townhouse building in Manhattan is derive from graffiti forms. The building, designed by Swiss architects Herzog & de Meuron is beautiful, but it is also incredibly disjointed. I'm guessing the residents of the luxury condominiums would be rather displeased if actual street artists put up tags and posters all over the front of their bright shiny new building. 40 Bond baffles me.