Oddly enough, time spent in the studio has been about everything but painting. Sketching, while revisiting drawings and furniture design ideas from years past, the soup du jour at the new atelier. Catching up with an abandoned practice while documenting the past has been a process; nevertheless, an introspection that needed to occur. As a gallerist for over a decade, artist's studio visits have been a common practice. It is an event that I have always enjoyed and, in most cas
Validation comes in many different forms. And while It is not necessary to substantiate one’s existence; a top ten ranking in the competitive landscape of our city, reinforces the efforts made and a full decade of artistic proposals. Thanks to Alexandra Martinez and the Miami New Times for their support and coverage over the years. But most importantly to the many artists that have participated in our efforts and the collectors and visitors that have walked through the door.
“Not only beautiful flowers but also buds and withered flowers have life, and each has its own beauty. By arranging flowers with reverence, one refines oneself” - Senno Ikenobo To bring the outdoors in, along with the awareness of our surroundings and the stillness of life. Call it Ikebana, call it Wabi Sabi; the act of collecting flora and placing it in a container seems to be as old as human creativity and our ability to appreciate it. An attentive melancholy and a thriving
He calls me the Shepherd. I call him the Wolf. Allegorical of Winston Wolf. In appreciation of his problem solving abilities, the Shepherd keeps the wolf fed, looking the other way from time to time, allowing him to feast on the lesser sheep. It helps keep the herd lean, and the dogs of doom at an arms’ length. Now the winds of Thor are blowing cold; and the Shepherd, with his verbose solemnity, prefers to follow the wolf’s lead. They choose the path where no one goes. They a
On ocassion, the prospect of artistic expression blends the line between art and social activisim. Tatyana Fazlalizadeh is a painter at heart, and an activist by nature. She also blends both naturally. A beautiful afternoon with Tatyana during her visit for the closing of the exhibit at Butter Gallery. On her day off, she posted a message on a wall down the street. That is who she is. As hard and as cracked as the liberty bell. Later in the evening, we all had dinner. IMAGES
The winds of change are blowing steady, and I find myself hoping for a catharsis worthy of Aristotle. A true purge that originates deep from within and accelerates the healing process. One that expels all pity and fear; more honorably than with tears. Besides well documented benefits, the cathartic effects of writing and creating feel necessary to me once again. And here, a somewhat sub rosa location, my chronicles and poetics shall exist. A shy j’accuse. IMAGE Detail, Untitl