Category Archives: Art(s)

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac

The Dizziness of A Soul Made Visible Sans Artifice

“The dizziness of a soul made visible by artifice” are the words poet Stéphane Mallarmé employed to describe of art of Modern Dance pioneer Loie Fuller… Everything in this dizzying world turns in the gyre, like Ms. Fuller herself, hopefully spinning ever toward light.

The Dizziness of A Soul Made Visible Sans Artifice

“The dizziness of a soul made visible by artifice” are the words poet Stéphane Mallarmé employed to describe of art of Modern Dance pioneer Loie Fuller… Everything in this dizzying world turns in the gyre, like Ms. Fuller herself, hopefully spinning ever toward light.

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

One Name, One Dream: Painter Alvaro In His Own Words

“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I said to myself, look for Naomi, look for Naomi and there you are! I knew you would be fabulous!” These were the first words Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised artist of Puerto-Rican and Spanish descent, Alvaro uttered to me when we met on the stairs on the First Baptist Church in the City of New York over a year ago. Alvaro—like Madonna and Rihanna, mononymously known for his craft— darted up the stairs, toward the bright red church doors against which I was leaning and gave me a warm and deep hug, the varietal of hug exchanged by old friends, and not people who were meeting for the first time ever for the purposes of an interview…

One Name, One Dream: Painter Alvaro In His Own Words

“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I said to myself, look for Naomi, look for Naomi and there you are! I knew you would be fabulous!” These were the first words Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised artist of Puerto-Rican and Spanish descent, Alvaro uttered to me when we met on the stairs on the First Baptist Church in the City of New York over a year ago. Alvaro—like Madonna and Rihanna, mononymously known for his craft— darted up the stairs, toward the bright red church doors against which I was leaning and gave me a warm and deep hug, the varietal of hug exchanged by old friends, and not people who were meeting for the first time ever for the purposes of an interview…

Archie Leach Syndrome: The Courage To Be A Fraud

Perhaps the late New York Times columnist, David Carr, was right. Perhaps “we all walk this earth feeling like frauds” and “the trick is to be grateful and to hope the caper doesn’t end too soon.” But the caper begins only when we find that intrepidity to be that fraud that we suspect ourselves of being.

Archie Leach Syndrome: The Courage To Be A Fraud

Perhaps the late New York Times columnist, David Carr, was right. Perhaps “we all walk this earth feeling like frauds” and “the trick is to be grateful and to hope the caper doesn’t end too soon.” But the caper begins only when we find that intrepidity to be that fraud that we suspect ourselves of being.

Fashion is Nuts!

That artist Donald “Drawbertson” Robertson is constructing an entire fashion conceit out of indehiscent fruit is both testament to his genius skill and proof that he is absolutely right: fashion is nuts! There is something quite meta, a mite self-referential,

Fashion is Nuts!

That artist Donald “Drawbertson” Robertson is constructing an entire fashion conceit out of indehiscent fruit is both testament to his genius skill and proof that he is absolutely right: fashion is nuts! There is something quite meta, a mite self-referential,

On First Looking into DuVernay’s Selma

I finally made my way to the theatre last night to watch the much-talked about biopic and Civil Right’s drama, Selma. Don’t let the saccharin tag line hold you back: run, don’t walk…or march, run to a theatre near you

On First Looking into DuVernay’s Selma

I finally made my way to the theatre last night to watch the much-talked about biopic and Civil Right’s drama, Selma. Don’t let the saccharin tag line hold you back: run, don’t walk…or march, run to a theatre near you

The Shadow Too is Where The Love Is

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between

The Shadow Too is Where The Love Is

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long Between

La Lune Ne Garde Aucune Rancune

“La lune?  Bien  sûr, la lune!  C’est mon pays, la lune.  ‘Celui est le part d’une autre; il n’est pas comme nous. Une nuit que la lune était pleine, il était tombé. Il  rêve de les choses impossibles,’ [dit-on].  Mais pourquoi

La Lune Ne Garde Aucune Rancune

“La lune?  Bien  sûr, la lune!  C’est mon pays, la lune.  ‘Celui est le part d’une autre; il n’est pas comme nous. Une nuit que la lune était pleine, il était tombé. Il  rêve de les choses impossibles,’ [dit-on].  Mais pourquoi

Vissi d’Arte

  Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore, non feci mai male ad anima viva!  I lived for my art, I lived for love, I never did harm to a living soul! These are the first lines of the libretto of one of

Vissi d’Arte

  Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore, non feci mai male ad anima viva!  I lived for my art, I lived for love, I never did harm to a living soul! These are the first lines of the libretto of one of