The Inexplicable Life and Death of Neurotic Owl
So, once upon a time this happened: Which may or may not have led to this: But it’s all okay now, because this happened! I hear it’s a magical … Continue reading
I feel like this one might merit explanation.
If, for some reason, like never having been a determinedly romantic and dreamy 13-year-old girl, you aren’t familiar with Dante Gabriel Rosetti, behold: I love a painter who picks one … Continue reading
Oh, Beardsley. You naughty scamp, you.
Have you ever sat and looked through a large book of Beardsley prints with a bunch of really young college students? I did, back when I was in grad school … Continue reading
It’s VAN DAY! (That’s a thing now.)
Y’all! Y’all! Remember this? Remember how I said it needed expanding? And then I waited with bated breath and you guys probably forgot it existed because you have lives and … Continue reading
OK, I lied. I’m going to show you my favourite Modigliani because PRETTY.
Of course, Modigliani did soooooo many reclining nudes that I can’t possibly tell you how I picked a favourite, but this is it. I know her when I see her, … Continue reading
Notice how I’m not linking to pictures of the artist’s work? That’s your job.
It’s the teacher in me, I’m afraid, although I’m sure you’ve all seen at least one Claes Oldenburg. (OK, honestly, it’s just really hard to add pictures I don’t already … Continue reading
Art owls! Huzzah!
Since I mentioned the Turrell exhibit yesterday (and, I think, misspelled his name), I thought we’d start with this one. Also, another favourite poem for you: Nobody heard him, … Continue reading
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