Wednesday, April 25, 2007
This is a piece I collaborated on with Claire B. Cotts for the museum of modern art artist gallery warehouse sale.
The name, bosphorus, derives from classical mythology. Io, one of Zeus’ lovers, was disguised by him as a white heifer to avoid the attentions of his wife, Hera. Hera wasn't fooled by this ploy, and sent a gadfly to pursue the little white cow, who was forced to swim the strait to escape.
from the greek ‘the cow’s ford’ (like "oxford").
More on the event at sfmoma annual artists warehouse sale
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Monday, April 09, 2007
House-sitting Easter morning in Sebastopol. The willow tree seen from the porch. There's a creek behind the wire fence there, and off to the right you can make out the gate which leads across toward the garden and the chickens.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Ain't got no use for your red rocking chair. Ain't got no sugarbaby now...
Sunday was another bbq in Vineeta's fairytale garden and turtlepond backyard. These musicians were playing some beautiful arrangements of old traditional appalachian songs. The woman sitting next to me had never heard this kind of music and was gleaning a lot about the American psyche, she put it, as she sat enraptured by these murder ballads and tales of woe. She also insists that the guitarist in particular is much sexier in person than here, and I have to agree. The fellow at the bottom is playing an instument of his own creation, made from the body of a ukelele and strung like a bazouki with classical guitar strings. Some other time I'll have to do studies of the yard itself.