I meant to add this to yesterdays post. It's titled, "Jorge Wipes the Rain from his Glasses," but if you didn't know that it could be titled, "There is No Joy in Mudville."
Good Morning! I was thinking about posting a reprise of an old post about PINK, to keep the Barbie vibe going; I understand that in London they've painted all the red telephone booths pink and the great Ferris wheel has pink lights in honor of Her Plasticness but I had a better idea--you could say the Sun came up! You know I have a granddaughter named Sunny, right? I wanted to do a drawing for her and what else could I start with? The Sun and sunflowers--not very original but she's two and a half--to her everything's new and it's her name! Filling in the sky I see that it looks like the way I draw water, but that's OK. I added Batchelor Buttons beneath the Sunflowers and I like the way the blue makes the yellow pop. I'm not sure how to handle the transition from flowers to sky so I won't think about it. Remember Mickey Rivers; "I don't worry about what I can control because if I can control it why worry?" And I'm in control! I used som
I have to teach Russell that when I say, "I just devoured that book!" I don't mean it literally. However, I must admit that he has a discerning eye, and has brought some forgotten favorites back to my attention, like this -- Art Nouveau by Martin Battersley, from The Color Library of Art. Here is Symbolist poet Robert de Montesquiou, an aristocrat and a dandy, the original of Proust's Baron de Charlus. I placed him with this Barbie because she has a Belle Epoque kind of vibe. The painter is Giovanni Boldini 1842-1931. "He fascinated his sitters by his method of painting, gazing at them intently as though to draw out their inmost secrets and then attacking the canvas with long brushes held at arm's length. He transformed his sitters into almost impossibly seductive creatures striking languorous poses and suggested that the slightest movement would result in the beautifully painted silks, chiffons, lace and chinchilla falling off to reveal them in writhi
What are you Reading? I love it when someone asks me that. The Times Book Review has a column that asks what's on your night table? Does everybody read in bed? If I have a good book I can't wait to say good-night. But as reading and writing has made me focus on language an abyss of bad grammar has opened before me and I cry out in anguish. Will I ever become inured to hearing Ivy League graduates on NPR saying, "Him and Me are gonna..." and "Please reach out to John or I?" Terry Gross never corrects anyone's grammar and I respect that, it's not a good interviewing technique, but where are the mothers and teachers? How has it come to this? And another thing! The misplaced modifier! In a biography of Willa Cather I read, "At the age of eight, school began to bore Willa." Really? School was eight years old? Miss Cather is rolling over in her grave. And this, from Elle Decor; "As a young girl, her father affectionately nickna
I wonder if the Yanks could hire that clever gm who did it for the Red Sox and Cubs?
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