October 9, 1874 Nicholas Roerich, Russian painter and philosopher, is born. His gentle inspiration in banners around town in Johnson, VT, with calls to make the world a better place through creating positive artwork and contributions, were an inspiration to me at Vermont Studio Center.
I spent a day at Governor’s Island over the holiday weekend, and it was a treat. The island has gone from military installation to art destination in a few short years, and it’s a great place to relax, get away, and indulge in some art. Let’s get this out of the way first–it’s incredibly easy
What a delightful afternoon at the Florence Griswold Museum in Old Lyme, CT. I’ve been out of the CT loop for a while, but I was pleased to learn that the Hartford Steam Boiler Inspection and Insurance Company donated their excellent collection of 190 artworks to the Florence Griswold Museum in 2001. (I remember visiting
Maura McGurk’s first solo exhibition will feature paintings created in response to gay bullying. McGurk began this body of work in fall of 2010, on the heels of several suicides by teenaged boys who had been bullied by classmates. These suicides were well-publicized due to their sheer number and proximity in time: five suicides in
My month at the Vermont Studio Center was fantastic in every way: the scenery, the friends I made, the visit across the border to Montreal, the time to focus completely on my painting. Having the chance to appreciate weather, instead of cursing it as I run back upstairs (four flights!) to get my umbrella. Being
Another walk on a nice day!
I’ve never seen such consistently fascinating weather as I’ve seen in Johnson. It’s absolutely beautiful.
In Which We Laugh at a Technical Difficulty While Discovering a Metaphor for Artmaking. Last week, I attended a lecture at the Vermont Studio Center by the painter Yvonne Jacquette. (Check out this article for more info on her paintings of aerial cityscapes). Near the end of her talk, the Powerpoint and digital projector were
I like Montreal. It’s a walkable city, with interesting neighborhoods (next time, I want to spend more time in the Latin Quarter) and a charming feel. We had time for just two museums and a gallery or two, but it was great to see “new” artists who don’t appear frequently in American or European collections.
This is a true story about the small world we live in, about memory, family, roots, and the power of art. It started around the breakfast table at the Vermont Studio Center. My friend Peggy Sapphire and I discovered our mutual connnection to the city of Pittsfield, Massachusetts. I was born there, she had visited
There is weather, real weather, in Johnson. We’ve had beautiful spring-like days, crisp fall, warm autumn, and cold winter air that swirls under your hair to chill the back of your neck. We’ve experienced several kinds of precipitation: a little hail, a little snow, sleet, rain, low-hanging mist, none of which seems to make anyone’s
I’ve noticed something peculiar related to food and appetite: I am starving at every meal time, even as I’m eating full, healthy meals, and closer together than I would in NY. Many others here have commented on the same phenomenon. We eat heartily at every meal (at least I do–tearing through entrees like penne puttanesca
Sitting at the window of my studio and watching the snow fall on and around the white barn next door. It’s a noisy snow–probably more sleet than anything–and it was slippery underfoot. Not my favorite snow–I like my rain to sound like rain, and my snow to be quiet and muffling, creating its own silent
My studio is called The Edda Jakab Studio. There aren’t many studios that are named, so this caught my eye. I made a note to myself to look her up, but so many other things have been on my mind that I hadn’t gotten around to it. One of the things on my mind: last
The Bread and Puppet Museum has to be seen to be believed. None of the pictures you’ll see here can possibly do it justice, but I found myself snapping away anyway, to the point where I ran down the batteries in my camera less than halfway through the place. Located in Glover, VT, the Museum
It started on September 12, 2001. The day after the terrorist attacks, a sign appeared in Johnson, VT: “YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE. VENGEANCE IS MINE SAYETH THE LORD.” As a response, Vermont Studio Center co-founder Louise von Wiese began putting “Art Is Peace” and Pax Cultura signs around campus. They are present at
The Vermont Studio Center has a building devoted to meditation 24 hours per day, and a group meditation begins every morning at 7:30, for those who are so inclined. I’m a beginner when it comes to meditating but in the spirit of rejuvenation and sparking the creative spirit, I resolved to meditate on a regular
I’m writing this as I sit by the Gihon River with my feet up on a log, drinking a Canadian beer, wearing a t-shirt. It’s 72 degrees at the end of October in northern Vermont! Is it cheating to not work in the studio all afternoon? Maybe, but I couldn’t resist; this was a perfect
Welcome to another installment of the Vermont Studio Center Chronicles. My first day was cold and rainy, so I’ve stuck pretty close to home so far. Let me show you around my house and studio: They are very central not only to each other, but also to the main campus building (called the Red Mill).
I hope that the information I plan on posting about my Vermont Studio Center residency will be entertaining (for those of you who are tuning in to find out what I’m doing up here) and useful (for those of you who may be planning to apply for a residency here or elsewhere). I’ll do my