Dedicated to sifting through the detritus accumulated in my studio life, Studio Debris
I need to stop listening to National Public Radio in the morning, it's giving me indigestion. The economic outlook has many of us wanting to crawl under a large, light-dampening blanket with a "wake me when it's over" sign pinned to the top. Speaking of blankets...
I have long admired these huge felt banners by Wendy Mueller, commissioned for the Rhode Island Convention Center in Providence. They are so gnarly and exotic...like the skins of an imaginary, prehistoric beast.
I see these as totems to the "percent for art" public art programs. Will funded public art go the way of the dinosaurs?