fall

childrens books are important

The True Book of Seasons, by Illa Podendorf, pictures by Mary Gehr. Childrens Press, 1956.

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fable takes it on the road

Remember that table project from last summer? An extra design decal was dusted off and finally put to good use. One trip to drop-off will show you a minivan is positively naked without some sort of "domestic portrait" statement in the lower corner. And stick figures or skulls never quite seemed to sum it up for me. But these guys are alright.

the plants : first rain, first new growth of the season

california broom

paradise manzanita

brittlebush

chamise

island bush poppy

mountain lilac, burned by heat week before but bouncing back.

nevin's barberry

blue eyed grass

pink flowering currant

 lemonade berry

electric blue sage

oak

bush poppy searching for sun

refrigerator download autumn.0

"I will never make an accidental photograph"

'But still, why masks? Well, “the idea of a person, a photograph, say, of a young girl with a title ‘Rose Taylor’ or the title ‘Rose’ or no title at all becomes an entirely different thing,” Meatyard once said. “ ‘Rose Taylor’ is a specific person, whether you know her nor not. ‘Rose’ is more generalized and could be one of many Roses—many people. No title, it could be anybody.” And in the same way, a mask “serves as non-personalizing a person.”
And why would someone want to do that? In an essay on Meatyard’s work, the critic James Rhem quotes one of his sitters, Mary Browning Johnson: “He said he felt like everyone was connected, and when you use the mask, you take away the differences.” '

Via: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/Ralph-Eugene-Meatyard-The-Man-Behind-the-Masks.html#ixzz25dmmeeyO

Shows are over for the summer, but for more Ralph Eugene Meatyard, please see:
http://www.peterfreemaninc.com/exhibitions/ralph-eugene-meatyard/
http://www.philamuseum.org/exhibitions/762.html

compulsive pattern matching and the gridded pod

The moment I have been waiting for: an Angela Adams textile I could afford, and fit into my house: Dandipod, from the mini-handwovens collection. It arrived Friday and it is beautiful!

Hangs above our old map of Groningen NL that we have had for many years. Gridded pods, look!

And yet, more pods. My brain is strangely cascading with OCD endorphin oneness.

vintage TLAQUEPAQUE