Archives for the month of: February, 2012

Somerset Digital Studio, Spring 2012, pages 84-87.  

Yes, yes, yes.  I know You All have seen these drawings already.  

But, c’mon now, two (2!) full bleed whatever they’re called pages. 
You’ve got to give me a little bragging leeway here.




(I was given permission to scan and show these pages)

realize that everyone is probably chomping at the bit in anticipation of seeing the next collages I created during my back and forth to MOMA’s Print Studio.  Coming.  Patience.

Even I can’t believe that today was the third time this week that I took the train into the city and headed for the Print Studio at MOMA. I have been there 6 times already and it looks as if Benedicte and I will end up there again tomorrow after we attend a preview at the Met. (ahem. Just saying’)

Today was a special workshop with Jorge Colombo – you know him – the astounding artist whose finger painted iPhone artwork has graced New Yorker covers. He gave a really nice and interesting talk and demonstrated painting using the Brushes app. We enjoyed ourselves so much we took the workshop twice (it was free). The museum had loaner iPads for those without. That in and of itself should tell you how special this whole Print Studio experience has been.

Benedicte and I met loads of people – the iPad somehow draws people into conversations – and she discovered astounding connections with most/all (?) of them. Everybody had the added adventure of being around me during a caffeine frenzy.

Jorge had us paint the people in front of us and that’s what I did





Yesterday, before we went back to MOMA’s Print Studio Benedicte and I met for breakfast/brunch and then crossed the street to see Gwyneth Leech‘s art installation in the prow of the historical Flatiron Building on 23rd Street and Fifth/Broadway.  What a treat.  

Look at that!  The front of the building is just a smidge wider than me.  Hmmmm.  


(picture taken by Benedicte)

Gwyneth sits and draws, entertains visitors, and watches – now, I know I’m prone to exaggeration every once in awhile in this blog but I have it on very good authority that – 500,000 people pass by – oh dear, can’t remember if it is every day or every week.  I think it is every day because I was flabbergasted when I heard that.


This installation, as was her first one last year, is just so incredibly, unbelievably beautiful.  My pictures don’t do it justice.



On this gray day, if you stopped and were standing under a colorful umbrella, Gwyneth grabbed her camera and “snap!”.

It seems that last Sunday she was at MOMA’s Print Studio (her hundred thousandth visit there already) and 11×17 paper was gone. Oh Woe. Since we all were going there the following day she e-mailed us with this news.

Well, duh, who has been cutting and glueing and churning out all those little booklets?


The first two pictures are, in reality, a continuous six pages of a Moleskin accordion sketch book – much too long for my scanner. I used the negative space of the clumsy guys from last week as templates.



Walt Whitman is a collage I started at the MOMA Print Studio last week and finished yesterday at home. Again, collage is not my medium of choice and I had to fight the feeling that I “had” to do it a certain way. I realized I would not be happy without adding paint and that it is perfectly all right to do it any way I wanted to.  There are no rules that need to be obeyed.  


psst.  Check out Walt in Wikipedia.   Interesting.   

double psst.  More collages coming in a couple of days.  Try to contain your excitement. 


Shirley, Benedicte and I had a fun Wednesday copying, tearing, pasting and just generally making a mess art at MOMA of all places.  

Here are Shirley’s words to our friend Gwen explaining the process:

“MoMA has something called Print Studio in their education building (in conjunction with the Print exhibits which will open next week), and it is open from 12-4 4-5 days per week for drop in “art.”  There is an amazing library of old books, with great illustrations (called the Reanimation Library), color copiers, scanners, and computers with Photoshop. ”  (psst.  It’s FREE!)

Shirley has been there three times and each time made a small pamphlet sewn booklet.  She just sits on the floor in front of the book shelves and chooses books, selects images, copies what she wants and then, phew, rips, cuts, glues at the speed of light.  She protests that it’s not her thing but you wouldn’t know that if you were watching the bits and pieces fly around her.  Check out her posts here and here and follow her links to more information about the project.

Benedicte, somehow (how how how did she do that), found zillions of patterns and textures that reflect her background and current surface design practice.  When I finally focused in on her I was flabbergasted.  

Me.  Well.  I had ideas in my head.  I had books spread all around my work area.  I had loads of copies made but I struggle with collage.  I had other plans for the guys up above but when they tripped into my journal and landed on the pages I had painted black months ago and which were waiting for me to do something to them, well, I went with it.  

We’re going back on Monday and I’ll finish a couple of things that were started last week.  



It’s Really Really Sad when the most dust free part of your house is the oil burner.

As soon as I heard his approaching footsteps I closed my eyes (they stayed closed for the next hour – didn’t even peek).  “Hi Pat.  Do you mind if Dr. Whosits observes?”
“Sure, that’s ok.”  (I don’t have a clue what this other guy looks like even though he must have been right in front of me.)  “But”, I stipulated “you must not talk about what you are doing.”

What good would glued-shut eyes be if the dreaded description/information sneaked it’s way via my ears?  


Halfway through the ordeal, my mouth full to overflowing with stuff, he asks if I’m feeling anything.  Eyes still firmly shut I mumbled, “tmmmphhhrrr”.  “Ah” he says understanding after listening to years of mumbles, “Terror“.