meredith cutler :: arts marketing :: artist

I can't speak for the rest of you out there in the world today, but here on my spit of land it's positively arctic. The gear-piercing chill makes me feel sorry for the many stray cats that run wild in this dockside neighborhood of Fox Point.

Still, the stray cats hold a few cards over poor "bear-face-down-in-the-gutter" here; such as: body heat, real fur, life force, and that crazy lady named Meredith (who provides cat food and speaks to them in a high-pitched voice).

Below: "Bear: Face Down In The Gutter" - Fox Point, Providence.

I admit it, I have never been much of a morning person; but I have developed quite a taste for breakfast as one palliative strategy for the inevitability of the alarm clock and the crankiness it bestows upon me.

The love of my life realizes the risk and power this time of day holds in its glowing palm, and luckily for both of us, he is a fabulous and inventive cook. Believe it or not, he fixes me breakfast each and every morning (which is one of the many reasons why I will be marrying him in less than two weeks!)

His latest breakfast offering: a crispy variation of my own corn grits with sage combined with the crowd-pleasing "egg in the hole", looked so tasty that I was inspired to shape it into a familiar character from my own artwork archive. This was also a convenient reminder for me to update my online portfolio with my Sequence Block series (from way back when Bush first took office). Tasty!

I love arriving at my studio after the holidays, only to discover that a demonic crew of maintenance men have trompled through with their elephant (under the auspices of installing a heater) and destroyed everything!

Nothing like scraping solder drippings off of your works in progress instead of actually making progress on them.

Anyway, I received a big box of make-up cookies from management, but the thing that finally made my day sweet was this amazing, 10 foot wide pastel portrait of Michael Jackson that the moving company in my building was shuffling into storage for a local radio magnate. Obviously I snapped this shot with my cell phone, in the dark, but I had to capture it for posterity - you don't see something like this twice in life:

I was long overdue for a new cell phone last summer, and so it was especially fortituous when my final pick turned out to have a fantastic onboard camera, enabling me to easily capture special moments on the fly. An avid public commuter during my many years living and working in the cobbled and crooked city of Boston, my daily wanderings brought beautiful untold narratives with each firm footfall.

My favorite photo documentary project records lost and abandoned stuffies (softies). Always a sympathizer for the interior emotional lives of inanimate objects...I'm such a bleeding heart.

Below: "Butterfly" - Boylston Street, J.P. / "Kitty" - Providence Place Garage, Providence, RI

Just when you think it's safe to venture out in public, the damn Trekkies steal your identity! Is this unprecedented identity theft simply retribution for having been seen motoring around Rome in un casco molto grosso e bianco? Alas, we may never know the truth...