Bees


Bees on my brain. Finally. Did a bunch of sketches which were big messes to have one gel this a.m. on the phone with a client who was talking about the bad state of things at her job (dependent on a trust set up to run the entity she works for) and what the concerns for the next year was. I tried to be sympathetic (which I was) despite the fact I was hitting with a sketch thatt might go somewhere with the bees. Will need to do a few more to see how this could go...but I am onto it. Did a few images yesterday during study hall. One is of a bird singing with love confetti coming out of it's beak. Another is a lady (in the line drawing mode) that has a hat that evolved into her nose that is made up of love confetti with a plume in the shape of a heart too. Corny and maybe too cute. Then, I did two "frames"--decorated frame areas leaving a blank heart negative to build a picture inside. Now this bee thing that started as a tree frame and now is a real illustration versus a damned "spot" (out out, damned spot) with a ground and a sky and a bug and flowers and a skep. Love the imagery. Need to blow it out. Saving all of this heart stuff you you guys in February. Fourteen Days of LOVE. I will give you pieces until theen.

Also output a bunch of things to tint with watercolor. Small steps, but I am getting there. I am just loving the ink right now...so I will get to the watercolor when I get to it.

House of Health was fun. Back on the machines with everyone in the universe. It felt good to be up high, looking over the inlet all white and covered with ice and snow, listening to a book, looking at the shapes of the trees. It is a good thing to do. Need to schedule a flu shot (school nurse said it wasnt too late). Also, need to start shaking the trees at the school re some not so good teaching. Need to get Alex tutoring mid year to keep up with what isn't being conveyed in school. Gotta go, the day is speeding by.

I can hear the snow plow

He is here. Churning up the driveway. We got a big dump last night. And more planned today (not quite the inches but more nonetheless). Ski club happened with all the gleeful teenagers piling on the schoolbuses with all their new ski pants and equipment...all plugged in, ready to go. No one was listening to opera.

Today is a day for me (I hope) with work on the thesis and drawing. I think I will look at the paper requirements just to familiarize myself with the who what when and my favorite, t he how. How to caption, how to bibliograph, how to flow the content (that is, if I can find the outline Doug Andersen gave us last July). If not, hey, there's drawing.

am valentining. Must go. Also, may correct a few images and do some output as well. Time's a wasting.

snowing like it means it.


We just got back from taking Kitty to the Metropolitan Opera at the movie theatre. We saw Puccini's La Rondine with all of us loving every minute of it. Lets just say, we are going to see all of them. Not only did our 16 yr old love it, she cheered and squealed with delight over the comedy, the costumes, the sets and the behind the scenes antics that this HD broadcast provided. Plus, we got a peek at a movie about young opera singers and she is mad to see it. So, I think we will have a wonderful winter of seeing this at Regal. Plus, if you go to the Met site>> you will see that you can view older presentations (as rentals) which looks fabulous and a good way for those interested in learning about Opera to get a low risk dose. Hmm, Aida tonight or the Magic Flute? This is brilliant thinking on the part of the Met as it extends their reach into our living rooms, makes opera less "special" and more accessible to everyone and develops a new audience (which from glancing around the theatre--we were all the "young ones" not just Kitty). Good thinking all the way around. Plus, it is quality production and thinking in the HD piece, so the Met brand is solid and continues to be singular in its presentation wheither you are at Lincoln Center or Lincoln Center via the Mall.

We got out of the theatre and it was snowing to beat the band. Snowing so much that I wonder if Ski club will happen as they are promising 10" to 12". Yikes!

I am working on a sidebar series of illustrations around valentines day. One with birds, done. I am working on one with a bee skep and bees that could be sweet too. What has been interesting is taking these spots and plunking them into a rectangle and blowing it out a bit more. Over the top decorative...and after seeing what is happening, I want to take this approach out a bit as the decorative obsessiveness (as Murray frames up an aspect of decorative illos) is wild. A few little spots that have emerged would be perfect to propose to Steuben, which we might, pending the process. I would rather put the work out as an offer versus responding to less than strong direction. More "this is what we have, interested?". I have come to understand that this is the way I want to work. My problem stems from art direction. I am a pretty good one myself, so to take direction from someone not on my level is galling...so the project needs to be fat financially or a treat in order for me to have patience for that sort of thing. My work with the Museum is directed, but I am good with that as I know the players and do other work for them beyond illustration.

Must go and make some dinner. Its late and we didnt eat lunch. We just wallowed in italian music with the conclusion of the opera being the love interest leaving her boyfriend because his mother "wouldn't understand". And if the mother was angry, who would make the sauce?

IF: Contained

You cannot contain song and the freedom it brings to all of us.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness & of pain: of strength & freedom. The beauty of disappointment & never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, & everlasting beauty of monotony.

Benjamin Britten (1913–1976), British composer.

Thursday's happenings

School happened today. Just snow. Ice has moved on. Got a few appointments today, so it should be on/break/appointment/break/ back to work/ break/ appointment/ break/ back to work...You get the idea. The portrait below is the starting point for an illustration for the Corning Museum of Glass Studio Masters series of shows. I decided to do something methodical this time. So, I am starting with cutting the mid tones, then the two darker and then more highlights. On the side, I am working on a William Morris-y, leafy valentine and a few "parts", birds, flowers, "piece" leaves, a strawberry flower. These spots are quite inspiring as it gives me a chance to doodle around and give me some traction and confidence to do another "official" piece. This morris thing I thought would be a single color thing, but as I get into it, I am def going to render it in color. Albeit, it is not Garden of Eden directly, I may tag it into the work to show to Doug and Murray in March. That's an idea....just do good stuff and maybe it will all hang together. Better to have positive momentum and see where things morph. Now my bright pink valentine is off the table and on to something more modified. Maybe some bright highlights?

Will be working on some small sparrows, songbirds. Love how cute they are. The vector birds are more emblematic/ iconic. These hand drawn, decorative illustration will be more whimsical.

We have been having really nice dinners with the home team. I think it's because Alex has been playing us music he likes and talks about it. And then we are all allowed to chime in and or change the playlist. Last night was Nine Inch Nails and an epic Pink Floyd song. I wonder what tonight's antics will be about.

New in the world of art supplies. If you are a lover (as I am) of the Pitt Pen (as a gal from the 'burg, I always want to spell it Pitt Penn), there is a new add to that offering. The Pitt Pen is a nice portable, no leak, india ink pen. They now have an extra extra fine, and a big fat fill pen (Each Big Brush pen contains four times the amount of ink found in regular Pitt Artist Pens).

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Kitchen Sink


Looking at William Morris' Strawberry Thief and reveling in the design, the pattern, the spirit of the illustration. Am getting myself back into thesis mode by doing some warm up type pictures--some valentines for February. I plan on printing one either in a zine format (no binding/four pager printed one side or going to PSPrint and getting a color one done/printed/delivered with no significant input other than the fun work on this end. I am working on some layered leaves with some of the leaves being positive, the othere negative and figuring out how to handle the overlap without white lines which is a good mental problem. Also have a bird or two on the board, decorative birds (thus the Thief) and have been enjoying being somewhat liberated from reference which was for a bit tying up my head.I am working patterning into patterns and trying to keep it black and white as it looks stronger when you bring it into a colorway. Plus, now that I am evolving into a retromexican, black and white is the world we live in...Note to self: Remember, Murray says color is what clients want...and he is always right...so consider that. What I know--though, is that if it stands up in black and white, color can only help it.

Had a great conversation with a friend who is also a curator about art, stuff we love and share interest in (Lilydale, Masons, La Luz de Jesus, Huntington) and it was good to get our heads together as its always sixty miles an hour on the phone with her and when you hang up...I am always ready to dive back in. She is fabulous. And, handed over a new job, a portrait for the Masters of Studio Glass logotypes (which change as the artists change...this one is #3). Exciting. And, the reference looks good. Maybe all this skitzing around with Kitty's portrait will have some positive spin insofar as what I need to look at/edit out etc.

Got a mystery email from someone from the Administrative Office of the US Courts (very brief, very obtuse, very "is this something for real or is it a foreign entity that wants to get into my checking account" type of thing). I googled the persons name and yes, its for real. I plan on making a call and seeing what is up with that.

I got to get moving on the Society Show framing. Ordered a frame from this site I had hesitations from but figured I would take a small risk and see what the quality etc. was. Turns out, the mat was cut right, the framing kit was right, but the 16" x 20" frame was delivered as a 12" x 24". I called the company with reciept in hand and PO on the website and they immediately made it right. The frame itself was good quality so here is a link: Pictureframes.com. Next stop is a sample from the fab frame place: JFM>>. I love the off the shelf Nielsen Bainbridge frames, but sometimes something fluffy or gold is a must, so I need this in my back pocket.

Also need to get the files to Illustration West. It is so nice that the GlimmerGlass labels got in for the Juicebox boys--and from a personal standpoint. Plus, I did a bit of research for Hartford this week for the shows that we need to get entries into...:

Creative Quarterly 15: Call for Entries: Deadline: January 30, 2009

Communication Arts>

Illustration Annual - Deadline: March 6, 2009
Hundreds of beautiful illustrations used for editorial, institutional and advertising are selected for their creative excellence by a jury of designers and art directors. We include a complete index and addresses of the selected illustrators.

Design Annual - Deadline: June 1, 2009
Juried by nine top designers and attracting entries from the USA, Canada, England and 40 other countries, the Design Annual features the best posters, brochures, packaging, trademarks, corporate identity, annual reports, catalogs, letterheads and signage, and is fully indexed for reference. Only 2% of the work entered is selected for the annual. Detailed captions provide the reader with an explanation of the project's scope, the concept and solution.

Advertising Annual - Deadline: June 1, 2009
Juried by leading creative directors, art directors and writers, the Advertising Annual displays the best in consumer and institutional print ads along with posters, broadcast and new media. Everything is reproduced so you can actually read the fine print. The broadcast scripts are included for every television and radio commercial and, for quick reference, a complete index helps the reader find an agency, client or individual.

American Illustration 28, Deadline February 20, 2009

3x3 Professional Show : Deadline March 14, 2009

3x3 Children's Book Show: Deadline April 14, 2009

Print Regional Design Annual: Deadline March 2, 2009

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Digital Art Supplies, my choice for Epson inks, and their remarkable DAS branded paper and their clearance stuff is having some impressive sales on their papers this next week with different things offered daily. They have some nice little watercolor/print paper that might make a great promotion piece (4"x6"). I am also onboard with some printmaking supplies suggested by the saavy art teacher at Penninsula High School (Palos Verdes, CA) who established a glass program for his students. If that isn't enough, he is really plugged in--and is working on a very interesting project for his MFA in Humanitites that connects his ceramic work with Pray for Surf/ and Buddhist prayer wheels. So, we were yacking away and he suggests I think about printmaking using this buttery easy to cut plastic (like the schaedler stuff) Blick Soft-Kut. He said he has a friend who uses this stuff exclusively--for his art work thats in very hot in the extreme market. So, some is on order for me.

The day has gotten out of hand and now its dinner time (or at least time to make it). Wintery Mix expected here (with or without peanuts?). There is lots of hope here (maybe even the wearing of pyjamas backwards and inside out to see what can happen if we will it

The Taller Grafica Popular


Do you all know anything about The Taller de Grafica Popular?

The Taller Editorial de Gráfica Popular was founded on the dissolution of the plastic arts section of the Liga de Escritores y Artistas Revolucionarios in 1937. The Studio had several locations in Mexico City throughout its history. At first it tried to work as both a publisher and gallery, but was ultimately inclined towards printmaking. The TGP artists grew up during what would become the 20th century chapter of the Mexican Revolution (1910-1940), and almost all the members of the TGP belonged to the Communist Party. Much of their work was addressed to working people and dealt with social issues. The TGP produced posters, billboards, and graphics in a variety of media. Their placed graphic art in a special place within the history of Mexican art. The TGP ended their activities in 1977. From Historia mínima del arte mexicano del siglo XX.

>Here's a great site>>



The work of Posado, Manila and Leopoldo Mendez* really speak to me in their content and use of black and white. Lessons in this work. Their artistic successor to my thinking is Artemio Rodriguez (noted last week). Powerful, masterful, brawny work that extudes confidence in the fluidity of content, scale and approach. These guys are a sidebar to this world of art...and hidden from those of us east coasters. I am finding that I am back on track with my thesis as I was getting a brain freeze--and now its fluid and the fear has fled again.I was getting all hung up in fine tuning that I started to freeze my work and not be able to move it off center. However, thanks to a ballpoint pen, I started thumbnailing on the plane and now I am back to dreaming of images and planning out how to do them...Plus, look at Mendez's snakes. What is not to getting jazzed from this wild stuff?

* Leopoldo Méndez is considered among the best of Mexico's Twentieth Century graphic artists. He was a founder and long-time member (1937-1962) of the Taller de Grafica Popular (Workshop for Popular Graphic Arts) in Mexico City. Méndez is known for his powerful images and contrast of light and darkness, usually through the medium of linoleum cuts. He helped, along with Jean Charlot and other TGP artists, to revive and build upon the artistic legacy of Jose Guadalupe Posada.

Posada and potatoes


I am musing over the Mexican woodcuts and their artists/graphic designers such as the grandddaddy of this group of people, the artist Posada (José Guadalupe Posada (2 February 1852 – 20 January 1913) was a Mexican engraver and illustrator.) and peer, Manuel Manila. In the meanwhile, I am boiling some potatoes with some milk to make a pan of les pommes de terres dauphinoise as my big effort for today. I have taken it way too easy (lying abed entrance by an airport book, People of the Picture by Geraldine Brooks)and am not shifting out of that as interesting thoughts happen when you just forget to think. Thoughts like my thesis, work in general, the concept of the bodies of work and the amusing "luxury" genre and how that has shifted the paradigm for retail, hotel, vacations/cruises...and how I should approach this new shift in my work. I even have a pretty sweet idea for the Baker Institute Annual Report that is green, cheap and really original--inspired by the little I have been learning from the land of Zines. So I plan to float and flitter today and see what emerges from this state because reality is only 15 hours away.

Musing about Gainsborough spurred by Blue Boy


From the Huntington Art Gallery:
Jonathan Buttall: The Blue Boy (c 1770)
Thomas Gainsborough (1727-88)
oil on canvas, 70 5/8 x 48 3/4 inches

The best known painting at the Huntington, Gainsborough's The Blue Boy, portrays Jonathan Buttall, the son of a successful hardware merchant, who was a close friend of the artist. The work was executed during Gainsborough's extended stay in Bath before he finally settled in London in 1774.

The artist has dressed the young man in a costume dating from about 140 years before the portrait was painted. This type of costume was familiar through the portraits of the great Flemish painter, Anthony van Dyck (1559-1641), who was resident in England during the early 17th century. Gainsborough greatly admired the work of Van Dyck and seems to have conceived The Blue Boy as an act of homage to that master.

The cool thing about this painting is that Gainsborough used this painting to showcase his ability to paint something more than what he was being hired to paint (the ladies in the white dresses a bit off center with very sketchy backgrounds and to my thinking, some fairly simple and quiet lighting solutions. This was a piece to raise the bar and say, "hey, I can do this too!".

Wiki illuminates an aspect of the story:
It was often rumored that Gainsborough painted the portrait in response to rival Joshua Reynolds,who had once written:

It ought, in my opinion, to be indispensably observed, that the masses of light in a picture be always of a warm, mellow colour, yellow, red, or the green colours be kept almost entirely out of these masses, and be used only to support or set off these warm colours; and for this purpose, a small proportion of cold colour will be sufficient. Let this conduct be reversed: let the light be cold, and the surrounding colour warm, as we often see in the works of the Roman and Florentine painters, and it will be out of the power of art, even in the hands of Rubens and Titian, to make a picture splendid and harmonious.

The children of King Charles I of England in 1637 by Van Dyck. From left: Mary, James - unbreeched at four, Charles, Elizabeth and Anne.

So, Blue Boy was a sample. And what a sample to observe up close, the way the satin is rendered in all manner of color and brushwork. I wonder if it helped to move his work with the clientele? I wonder if it made his peers gasp! and applaud his ability to shift his work this way.

My great surprise, my gasp is that this is the same Gainsborough painted one of my favorite English paintings--Mr and Mrs. Andrews. This painting was early in his career allowing him to showcase his love and abilities with the landscape. This painting depicts a pair of newly weds and the property that Mr. Andrews owned cojoined with then new property that became his upon his marriage to the fair Frances Carter of Ballingdon House. It was painted in November, a time of harvest and visual plenty which perhaps linked to the marriage and it's wealth (?).

I love Gainsborough's children's bookie exaggeration, the use of color and placement on the canvas. This picture flopped would make a perfect bookjacket cover for an english romp--I love the "whatch looking at" face that Mrs. Andrews calmly presents to us, and the relaxed manner of the man of the household. The dog is asking for something to do. And the Missus is thinking, "goodness, I wish I could get some shoes that fit, these tiny things pinch". Plus, she is painting a picture on her lap. Have you ever been able to do that without a hard surface underneath? The National Gallery site suggests the painting would have been a placeholder for the baby to come. Huh..?

These are the Gainsborough's I love...less the court paintings (which as a category, I adore...but I am easily humored). These little english tales as rendered by a storyteller painter in a spare english palette of pinks and blues. This is the England of literature and private, spare romance. This is the sweet England of the happy rich who revel in " a longish walk", who hunt and love their dogs, and cultivated ladies--who as articulated by Jane Austen (50 years earlier--but true to the english essence) in her book Pride and Prejudice on the accomplishments of ladies:

``It is amazing to me,'' said Bingley, ``how young ladies can have patience to be so very accomplished as they all are.''

``All young ladies accomplished! My dear Charles, what do you mean?''

``Yes all of them, I think. They all paint tables, cover screens, and net purses. I scarcely know any one who cannot do all this, and I am sure I never heard a young lady spoken of for the first time, without being informed that she was very accomplished.''

``Your list of the common extent of accomplishments,'' said Darcy, ``has too much truth. The word is applied to many a woman who deserves it no otherwise than by netting a purse, or covering a skreen. But I am very far from agreeing with you in your estimation of ladies in general. I cannot boast of knowing more than half a dozen, in the whole range of my acquaintance, that are really accomplished.''

``Nor I, I am sure,'' said Miss Bingley.

``Then,'' observed Elizabeth, ``you must comprehend a great deal in your idea of an accomplished women.''

``Yes; I do comprehend a great deal in it.''

``Oh! certainly,'' cried his faithful assistant, ``no one can be really esteemed accomplished, who does not greatly surpass what is usually met with. A woman must have a thorough knowledge of music, singing, drawing, dancing, and the modern languages, to deserve the word; and besides all this, she must possess a certain something in her air and manner of walking, the tone of her voice, her address and expressions, or the word will be but half deserved.''

``All this she must possess,'' added Darcy, ``and to all this she must yet add something more substantial, in the improvement of her mind by extensive reading.''

``I am no longer surprised at your knowing only six accomplished women. I rather wonder now at your knowing any.''

This is the climate of English perfection these storybook paintings can be derivative of...the character studies, the manners and cultivation of the quiet, country wealthy that charms me as they link so much to the world of Jane Austen, Mrs. Gaskill (Wives and Daughters). The stories
as depicted by Gainsborough are more informed by the world he lived in (he married an illegitimate daughter of a member of the aristocracy who settled 200 pounds per annum on her at her marriage). In the context of Jane Austen, 100 pounds per year was what Mr. Bingley had settled on him in Pride and Prejudice. He could live well without working and support a wife, his sisters in a large manor house. So, Gainsborough didn't need to paint to pay the bills--and with that, it gave him the entree to that upper crust world that many of his portraits of the Royals portray.

Interesting to think about. And, don't quit the day job confirmation--either that, or marry well.
I need to go and work on my accomplishments. Walking with a certain air, today? or should I cover screens and net bags?

Mr and Mrs Andrews

about 1750

National Gallery of Art, London


John Plampin.
About 1753-4.
Oil on canvas.
National Gallery, London, UK

Home at last



Mixup leaving LA (scheduled the ticket for 11 and remembered it as 11 though the time changed to 9 a.m.--and didnt reconfirm....bad me) so we got off later and then had to spend the night in Philadelphia versus our other choice, the red eye (no thanks). So we killed an hour or two at the Theme Building--the former air traffic control building now restaurant. After a whole retro week of seventies, sixties and otherwise, it was dead on and very interesting. The restoration looks pretty bang up--so hopefully we will see a "new and improved the next visit. The next visit Rob proclaims must be soon as I just found out that I got 4 pieces in the Society of Illustrators West Coast show. Those pieces are the newest raven, the boston terrier with the green background, the Glimmerglass wine labels and the willow head that just got into Society of Illustrators NYC.


We spent the night last night in Philadelphia at a Four Points by Sheraton--having a drink at Sheraton's newest, a Loft hotel (the commercialization of the Boutique Hotel approach we just experienced at the Palomar (Kimpton) and the Standard Hotel (Downtown). This morning we ran the gauntlet at Phl with the bagcheckitis, and then the gate to Gate F complete with the vomit inducing busride to the remote gate (which we tried to walk to and was chided as we would have to go through security yet another time). R calmly chalked it up to just being Philadelphia. I was losing it.

Now back to the previous day. We spent the bulk of New Years Eve Day in Pasadena after breakfasting on sushi at another one of those fun Famima stores. We jumped in the car and from downtown was in Pasadena in about thirty minutes. It was a perfect thing to do. The Huntington has wonderful galleries (if you like english painting> a la Gainsborough, Reynolds, Romney and the like you are in for a treat). Their best known paintings are Pinkie and Blue Boy. We got a dose of that which was amusing as I could make K and A laugh talking about the paintings and doing a little comparative discussion about compostion, approach etc. And, they actually were paying attention! We looked at drapery, composition, color, brushwork and tightness of the painting, what the light was doing and how it was telling us something (or was it). It was great.






K and I found ourselves in heaven first seeing cartoons and then the final Bourne-Jones stained glass window for the family chapel (created by the William Morris Studio) to find at the top of the stairs a gallery with great examples from Walter Crane (Peacock), William Morris (fabrics including the Strawberry Thief) and some tile examples of the same period and an amazing library case of the same style/thinking. We had to be dragged out. (I was threatening to kick and scream but the gardens are so great). We took in a small but very dense show about the Green and Green brothers architecture with plans, line drawings for details and decoration combined with custom decorative arts and furniture created for these houses. I found the work (15 years later) a bit more ponderous than before and I wasn't as delighted as the first time.


Then to the Children's Garden at the Huntington. My goodness! They spent a ton of money.  But as you know, you can spend a ton of money and have something stupid or spend a ton of money and have magic. The Huntington Children's garden is absolutely sublime as it is all very high level, very respectful of children and how they play--not the usual crappiness  that many of these places have where it is more about adults thinking about what kids would like versus what they really like. The water elements are designed among and through the garden with mazes, full sized topiary buildings (with even furniture elements being topiary) complete with growy windowboxes, doors, windows, and surrounded by other tiny topiary. Every touch is delicate from masses of blue plants, to these wonderful little pots of all heights filled with water and some with sculptural koi inside them. These pots were placed strategically by a hole in the ground that would shoot a single bullet of water into the air which would land with a plop into the vessel next to them. So there were littles playing in the water, surprised by the little water shot...or littles trying to catch the water.... There was a room made of hedges that surrounded a semi circle of black columns which intermittantly would fill with mist that K and A likened to being in a cloud. Now, K and A are 16 and 15, cynical, wisenheimer kids who were as charmed as the 4 year olds (maybe even more so)-- There were all sorts of fruit and flowers from roses and rosemary to pomegranates, lemons and oranges. And the world of the chlldren's garden was a new day of living in and with nature for all ages. Truly, we could have spent the day experiencing the mist, the little popping pools, the topiary and the vibrating fountain that made our fingers tingle. We could have touched the succulents, engaged the silly fat bottomed palms, and the feathery grassy enclosures that changes the world and the way you see it. The traditional, beaux arts/ versailles inspired gardens are awe inspiring--but this world for the young inspires awe in the simple and magical.



The (new for us) expanded Japanese gardens are spectacular with bridges and ponds filled with enormous, happy koi with graceful, "real thing" japanese buildings and stone sculpture. The snacks (japanese dumplings, japanese candy and dried squid, and no end to interesting teas) are sold from a graceful wooden japanese tea building that was awesome in it's design, producttion and the lovely courtyards (paved with stones on end much like patterns you make with beans). These were some small selections from all the wonderful things we saw--and the collection of reference builds! I am thinking the garden of eden in context to all of this. We had to leave around 3 to have lunch (at the"Best" according to Team Cassetti)-- The fabulous In and Out Burger!

They have a simple menu: Hamburgers, Cheeseburgers, something called a double double, fresh made french fries, shakes and sodas. Thats it. The burgers are just the right size, not the ginormous ones that the big boys put out--and they are sublime. A waxes romantic as these things are devoured. We love the foood down to how the sandwiches are wrapped (and at the restaurant served on these cute plastic trays). People were buying paper boxes of these things with big bags of the fries hustling out the door to get the food to their friends as fast as possible. We always ask ourselves why we go anywhere else because these burgers are the top of the culinary heap (though now that I am shack centric that may change!).

Then, off to Palos Verdes to the High School to meet " the twins",, Devon and Jenna who wanted to do a glass demonstration for us and show off their wonderful teacher and the shop they have. Amazing all the way around. I want to go to High School with these driven sisters who are funny, opinionated and quite skilled. If this is the future, bring it on!!

Pizza and family New Years Eve with me being in bed around 10. Couldn't keep my eyes open--with the youngers hanging with Gloria and Jenna until a bit later. It was a wonderful day.






We walked yesterday--and through that, saw the interconnectedness of Downtown. We first walked over to the Bradbury Building with a drop in at Central Market. Central Market is the real deal in the tradition of Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia or The St. Lawrence Market in Toronto. Tons of stands, tons of stands and restaurants, chili vendors, spice vendors, meat and produce people. Great neon. Again, very clean! with lots of old time lunch counters of everthing imaginable from chinese and thai food to mexican. Some good illustrations of cows etc. that I took pictures of. We passed what became an obsession, the spanish wedding dress stores chock a block with cinderella dresses with embroidery, tuille, amazing bead and feather work. Enough to make K and my head spin. We have great lust for these things as K has a prom looming and this look would be a homerun in her mind. They were spectacular. I think a bit of googling and ebay searching may help this quest.

The Bradbury Building is best known for the interior scenes in the movie Bladerunner (along with other noteable LA buildings such as the Hollyhock House (FLWRight). It was apparently in a state of disrepair during the filming which one would never understand given that spit and polish perfection that awaited us. Clean edges, sharp...tile meeting terracotta meeting wood. Lyrical wrought iron and the wonderful whimsey the Victorians surrounded technology with. It was well worth the trip to see such a spectacular piece of architecture. Then, we headed towards Chinatown, literally skirting the top of Olivera Street (the Mexican District). We made a little shortcut to Olivera street to go to our favorite stand for taquitos (with this avocado inspired green sauce) and revelled in its perfection. Then onward to Chinatown which proved to be a bit lackluster by comparison.

Half the team was flagging, so we decided to tour Union Station and get ourselves back in the neighborhood via the LA subway system which was remarkable. Clean, easy to figure out and cheap. Union Station is remarkable--another amazing landmark...Union Station west coast style with tile, and color, big splashes of shape and pattern on the floors...walls. Rennovated perfectly with people using the spaces again. R and I went to MOCA to see what was doing to discover it was closed (Tuesdays and Wednesdays). However, we went to the LA Library which is a marvel. The Library had two occasions of arson in 1986 and has gone on to grow, expand and become a city jewel. Their collections are worth revisiting (Illustration (they had a Beatrix Potter on display), no end to pulp and movie posters, Japanese prints to name a few). And given the tone and feel of the place, I bet if you called in advance, it would not be a biggie to see the stuff. Tue public spaces are beautiful with plantings and places to sit along with a white tablecloth restaurant spilling into the plaza.

Then, back to the Standard where we lounged poolside (and in the pool to the horror of the Californians), with our littles while their auntie rested. Around five, we walked over to the new LA Live and the Grammy Museum which was remarkable and to my surprise, I actually liked/loved! Some heavy fantasy seventies retro styling happening in the exhibit...complemented by cool technology. There were magical interactives that spoke to the variety of music out there, lots of intriguing films about how a song comes together, the people involved in the making of music, interviews with producers about what they do, how they do it--and very little on the Grammys themselves. There is memorabilia, like sweet letters written by the artists, or the original manuscripts of songs--there are photos, instruments, and graphicss...stuff to feather a story to make it seem more human, humane, and a pursuit. It was cool to see how they spoke to the "art" of music making...and how the real filter, the real hand is the vision of the artist surrounded by all of these others who take it to the final. I particularly liked a film that spoke about session musicians and their ability to come in, look at the music once, sit down and deliver time and time again...without rehearsals etc. The prime group is a collection of musicians called the Wrecking Crew. Such heart, such professionalism, such craft. Amazing. Must see.



Then onward to discover LA live which will prove to be amazing upon completion. LA Live is a series of musical venues and lounges (Luckystrike is a lounge/bowling alley) that feature live performances --with the Grammy Museum being the driver. All of this is next to the Staples Center--with amazing huge jumbotron signage, lots of kinetic displays and a big splashy plaza with a ESPN zone. Very Universal City, Very downtown Disney but with a real focus on live entertainment. This is brand new, but my bet is within a year, this will be a go to place.

On the way back to the hotel, we visited a wonderful chain, japanese grocery store (with steaming Bao to go) called Famima which we loved down to the Hello Kitty cellphone charms and green tea iced cream, green tea mints, and green tea drinks. Did I say, green tea is big here? I bought some erasers in the shape of sushi and a remarkable pentel correction pen with a fine point as something to try. I got Mandy some funny mints as a "we love you" as she has been watching Shady Grove for this trip for pay...but a little soupcon is nice too.

Today is our last day. Tomorrow home> via Philadelphia which is pretty much all day in transit. We have had a lovely time but I think we will all be ready for our own beds and not living on top of each other as we have. I have throughly enjoyed myself and this neighborhood exploration of LA. It had painted a new picture of the town for me along with not feeling as if we spent the entire time on the highways and biways getting from point a to point b...withouth much time to soak the local culture in. We have usually gone someplace for 2 days with generally 2 days in transit which has not really added up to the time/cash outlay, so this local (even on foot) approach has dimesionalized the life here, the neighborhoods, the cultures, and the culture available. But, back to our frosty plateau to work, school, crusades and illustration.

sidebar for today

An aside. Got a great book on making, creating, conceiving and producing Zines at the La Luz de Jesus gallery and Wacko bookstore. I have been reviewing it and find it is inspiring from a promotional standpoint for me as a designer and me as an illustrator. There are some interesting/simple bindery techniques I think I will try to take it further. Plus, the idea of zines is a cool one as a way to think out sequential illustration and also as a way to work on a compilation of something on the same topic as I like to do. However, it is getting me going.

Plus, saw this cool offering at Madewell, a denim store K liked that was a box of cards to cover the year of valentines, birthdays etc. all letterpress for the tune of $60. SET, or Select Editions for you to see. Another rip offable idea as it pertains to illustration.

More later.

Standard Time




Yesterday we frittered the morning away by sleeping in, packing and feeding of the teens. Then in place of Pasadena, we went up to the Griffith Park Observatory to see the sights, with LA in the foreground, snow capped mountains to the left and the Hollywood sign close enough to pluck off the fill to the right. The Griffith is a happy piece of art deco architecture which, when combined with the bright, cloudless sun--is almost grecian in it's purity. I loved the sculpture to the scientists in the front and have taken many shots of them.

Then from the Griffith, we went to the LA zoo which R and I visited oh...twenty years of so ago. Big changes. The zoo which was very modest in the beginning has grown into a real zoo, with lots of philanthopy (noted at every exhibit or every new installation). We saw hippos, koala bears, tigers and lions, kangaroos and emus. I took a ton of reference shots hopefully to help the creation of animals piece move a bit more.

Then down to an expedia find, The Standard Hotel, the newest hippest place in Downtown. It is seventies retro with an exclamation mark down to a seventies Wurlitzer in the lobby, a barbershop/gift shop, white topped pooltables, foosball in the outside courtyard along with an all white leatherette restaurant and a red bar nestled under the escalators. The rooms are spare, but the seventies doesnt stop with a wholloping dose of humor iwth the minibar offerings (Mr. Bubble, Candles, internationally signed condoms,and candybars with nostagia). The rooms have grey and gold supergraphics with the beds on a raised platform, again all grey and white. They have an itunes speaker/clock radio. The bathroom exterior wall is glass, looking straight into the bedroom with a series of white curtains you can draw for privacy. But the absolute best was the roof scene. On the roof is a roof bar with topiary in planters (of prancing horses), a sublime lap pool that was a bit wider, fireplaces blazing with tons of places to sit including three red onion shaped mini rooms with round water bed mattresses inside. The secondary color was hot orange along with a ton of Joe Columbo style plastic chairs etc. Yes it was quite a thing to sit on the roof with the city sparkling and towering over you in the beautiful night air. I was entirely surrounded and enclosed by all of the lights and buildings--it was a magnificent thing combined with the absolute chic but hilarity that this seventies thing generated for those of us who do not look back on the seventies as a moment of great design or romance. Bar food included good humor treats, peanut butter and banana sandwiches with a chocolate dip, chips and salsa, sliders. You get the idea. The teens went wild. And yes, in both the downstairs lobby and the roof they had djs spinning electrnic disks (from their Macs). The roof even had the Tom Jones Christmas Special running by the bar and projected across the way on the building next door. New Years eve promises a video DJ as well. R found that they had well over two thousand people last year. The hipsters uniting.

And, did I mention, they have free internet.

So, today its downtown fun. Hopefully to see this new LA "lifestyle" thing called "LA Live". We will see. Our plans deconstruct and then reconstruct....

More later.

Sunday, by any other name



We spent the morning by the pool after breakfast at the Westfield Century City Mall. It was breezy and a bit cool, but the pool at the Hyatt had very much the same vibe as poolside in Miami down to the cabanas, the nice chairs, the towel service etc. Different twist was that there were either bags of food delivered poolside from local restaurants, or families brought bags of stuff to each and dive into al fresco. A huge assortment of Penn State either alumni, football alumni, or even the players/cheerleaders themselves congregated poolside—amply filling up chairs, and filling up on snacks. No one but us in the water which was lovely. The Hyatt is the headquarters for the Nittany Lions, participants in this year’s Rose Bowl. So, you can imagine the excitement and the scale of people in the lobby. There are these enormous men, bursting out of their skin signing small white plastic football helmets for the under 12 set that are tagged with the group. Gloria says this thing is enormous. And from the looks of the activity this morning at the hotel, it promised to be so with champagne cocktails being pours, handfuls of bum I can agree if you just weigh it against the poundage and scale of the participants.

After the pool, we got rolling and went to the Farmer’s Market on Fairfax. This is a permanent, daily market around which a shopping extravaganza was developed, and developed in the totally blow down the doors theatrical way (foreshortened scale, false streets, etc) that they only understand here in Southern California. Lesson to all of us, hire theatrical designers if you want a run away success…in a time of quiet retail, this place was crowded and busy. But the market, the heart of this enterprise was California from the forties and fifties…and the real deal. As you could gather, there were tons of stands (just like Westwood) from which you could buy produce, meat, eggs, dairy and a tea stand that could heal any ailment or soothe any sadness. They sculpted the ground sausage in one booth to look like a pig. Nested into this were stands that sold no end to gorgeous things to eat from Pizza with a twisted crust, to a cited Mexican restaurant called Loteria (noted in the Farmer’s Market as one of the best places to eat in the City by Los Angeles Magazine as a for instance), to Chinese, Japanese, French and French Crepes (a wine bar with cheeses also was highly praised along with a Zagat’s rating) and Korean Barbeque (which we all had). The look and feel were stands smashed one up against the next with tables in the walkways and some areas bulging out a bit for more seating. Great offerings, world class---for a price that was totally concieveable. Then the shopping was essentially Disney with high end chain shops, a Nordstroms, movie theatres, sport stores etc. with restaurants spilling out on the sidewalks again in every flavor and style at moderate prices. The plantings were beautiful, and not a scrap of paper or trash on the ground. There was a trolley (albeit glitzy, but totally the real deal) to take you from one end of the shopping to the farmer’s market and back…along with a fountain with dancing water, gazebos…the works. R. found out there is a very cool new boutique hotel (which we saw from the outside) called the Farmer’s Daughter opposite the Farmer’s Market where one could stay and have this riot of food, produce and shopping within walking distance. Might be something I should propose to the Hartfordites as an option when they come to LA.

Then off to LACMA to see the Hearst Show and review the Latin American art (hoping and praying for more woodcutters). Then dinner at the BossaNova in Beverly Hills…fab, cheap and real…and..too, way too much food.

Century City


We toured a bit in Palos Verdes yesterday morning to end up at Glorias to visit and see how she was feeling. Lunch with her in her neighborhood and off we went to La Luz de Jesus Gallery in East Hollywood. This gallery has been on my list for quite a long time so it was great that R cleverly proposed it as a destination on our way to our new stomping grounds.

First off, you cannot miss this place as it is vividly painted from the pictures and type on the fascia to the neon declaring "Wacko" to the orange mullions surrounding the glass. Inside is not the pristine gallery environment I had anticipated. But a wild mix of a great bookstore of art, popular culture, world culture, oddities and childrens books all depicting an aspect of art, illustration, culture that this gallery embraces. There are teeshirts, Indian instrctional posters, Mexican shopping bags, jewelry, figurines and collectibles,and on and on...There are old poster displays -- dirty but functioning with Shag (to name a name) screenprints for $150-$250 a pop. Random giclees from name illustrators wrapped in cello, corrugate backed and identified with hand lettered stickies applied to the top. The gallery is in the back of the space surrounded by merchandise and books. The chock a block aesthetic matched the aesthetic in the display and range of work, quality of craft and content. Prices topped mainly at $3,000. With much of the work not exceeding a thousand. What was interesting is the reputation La Luz de Jesus has, how it is often the first step for many artist illustrators, and the reach it provides is the magic that this amalgam of art, books, gear, decorative arts featuing pop culure, tikis, kar kulture, fantasy, and fashion provides.


As inspiring for mr was a shop across the street called Fresh Pressed Sreen Shop (www.fresh-pressed.com). Essentially these guys will do a one off teeshirt, bag whatever... As you wait. They have a computer set up with house industries type and illos..so you can do your own graphics, bring em on a flash from
Home or have them do it. They will screen one or many colors or metallics (huge here-- very trendy). Brilliant concept. And perfect location as their customers are the Luz de Jesus people.

We hotwired the room ($125 per night--4 star ) landed us at the Hyatt Regency in Century City near this fantabulous mall with all the shopping and food being infused with drama and theater. Funny and scary as well.

More to talk about-- but no free internet-- so this is a slow iPhone entry.






A sad update on Artemio Rodriguez. I was googling him like mad--so see where we could see his work and it turns up that the press he ran, La Mano Press, has recently been closed down with their holiday sale this year kind of being the end of that five year run (and from what the site says, 14 yrs in LA). I found a listing of his work and prices at the Davison Galleries site along with this announcement which clearly articulates the situation for Rodriguez:

Dear friends, After five great years at La Mano Press we have decided to say goodbye to LA. For me it has been about 14 years of learning experiences, acomplishments, many good moments and many great friends. We, Silvia, myself and all the friends who have collaborated with us, have done all our best to try to promote the arts in our communities. I hope we have at least left some mark along our way. We can no longer afford the expense of having LA MANO PRESS open while we live and work in Mexico. I am already working on a nice project down there: EL HUERTO, a center for ecology and arts, a botanical garden with an adobe building dedicated to the arts. To see it: http://www.lamanopress.com/huerto.html This Saturday November 15, join us for the GRAFICOMOVIL party, a traveling mural, mobile cinema, gallery and print studio. link: http://www.lamanopress.com/grafico.htm After two years of alot of hard work, Oscar Duardo and myself, have transformed the old and rusty 1947 delivery truck into this great piece of art. Now we want to take it to the streets and hopefully travel across country with it. In this event we will be asking for your cooperation, to make this a reality. Almost forgot, we have designed and produced 2 new skate decks. In this event you will also get a chance to see them, as they are hot off the press. Our last event will be our christmas sale on Dec. 5,6,7. As usual many artists will be here to share their wonderful work. I hope to see you here so we can toast together for LA MANO PRESS’s past history and the hope of a great future for all of us. Invite friends. Saludos, Artemio Rodriguez

However, the upside is that his work can be found at Davidson Galleries in Seattle (along with a wealth of other printmakers) for further learning and review. I was shocked, however, that the Rodriguez true, tour de force, his piece, The Triumph of Death was selling (the boxed version) for $10,000. which was a mind blower considering the time, effort and extrordinary design of such a work. He also has prints that range around $100. So no one, once again, is getting rich from outstanding art or illustration. Maybe a few, but this quality of work and design is head and shoulders above so many works...and yet the market does not recognize it's true worth. Ah well, is that why we are doing this?

Boxing Day

I know, I know....I owe you pictures. There is some guilt around that and I will try to download images from my camera and give you some Live from LA pictures. Problem with MiniMe (the Acer teeny computer) is that one, its not a mac with all the easy picture stuff, two--its not a mac loaded with photoshop etc so as to be able to crop and crank up the contrast and sharpen and three, its not a mac. You get the idea. But, there are work arounds and I just need to get on the ball and do that. So, plan (don't set your calendars though) on some photos in the near future.

Today is Saturday. I am looking out our window at the purple hills, the peachy sky, the almost turquoise water and the grey beach. Whoever had to squint to see what the impressionists would not have to see the color Remington, Russell, Bierstadt saw in these western morning palettes. There are the runners, the dogs, the walkers all at it...since the sun promised to come up around a quarter to six. We are planning on Pasadena today--for the Huntington Botanical Gardens (and galleries if the team permits), and the Green and Green designed Gamble House. We will be leaving the Hermosa Beach House (which has been just right for us...taking the pressure off the go go go and close to Gloria so we arent driving all day to do ordinary things).

Yesterday, K and A were up early with Gloria to go to the barn to take care of horse business with Just in Time (known as Justin). Justin is a huge white horse who I like to think of as a destrier or those wonderful war horses who at bonded with their warrior riders and worked as teams.Those wonderful horses that would charge into groups of people, striking with their sharpened hooves, or those ceremonial horses that would carry its rider higher than most to their destination. Justin is a big sweet, silly boy who, as many of the horses at the Palos Verdes Equestrian Center, loves little nature snacks, sweet pink peppercorns that grow in glistening bunches from the pepper trees that grow abundantly in that area. Not one or two, mind you, but handfuls of sweet, juicy pepperypink pop! that we presented to him. R and I tried one too...and you know, if you dried them, they are absolutely the same thing as the gourmet pink pepper one buys at Dean and Deluca. Imagine having a pepper tree, a lemon tree, a rosemary bush in your yard. What bliss! So, the barn chores went on for a while while R and I hung out and I worked on some pretty witless drawings....nonetheless, the process was good. I am also doing a bunch of thumbnails to get myself back on track with the Eden project which is good...charging me up.

We met Gloria, K and A and had lunch. Gloria was flagging, so off she went to put her head down with the hopes we would meet up later. We grabbed the team and scooted off for research and review at IKEA in Carson. R has a brand new gadget/software on his blackberry/ crackberry--which is a gps system. Talkin' Tina, the Travelpro (my name for the insistant voice that guides us and is often exasperated by our inability to follow her directions to a "t") us via a very interesting route to Carson--eliminating all need for highways and byways that often LA drving is all about. If you have a blackberry, it is a great add as it has changed our driving, taken the fear and sting out of "where do we go", my nearsighted map reading etc. Liberation thanks to technology! And, as R is quick to point out, it really does accurately project the time to get to your destination due to the satellite stuff knowing traffic etc. So, IKEA was great as usual. We scoped the kitchens/ bathrooms out with mental notetaking per our projects. The traditional Cassetti IKEA kitchen solution (I think we have done 6 of them) may not work for the historic house...but the ideas were there in layout, fit and finish, scale and relationships. Plus, for us, going to IKEA is always a homecoming as we lived 10 minutes from the first one in Philadelphia and pretty much made it a second home at that point in our lives.

I bought black and white striped candles and bright paper napkins to take to Gloria ...but when we arrived at her apartment, the lights were off and we gathered she was still in dreamland. She was, and so a rendezvous became something that was not going to happen, at least for last night. We had dinner and a walk through the little village of Hermosa Beach with all the bars and nightclubs ramping up for a wild Friday night. It was cold so we hustled back to our snuggly room, watched some trashy TV (with A guffawing over Maxwell Smart and Hogans Heros).

Onward to today.