American Folk Art Museum
2 Lincoln Square
(Columbus Avenue between 65th and 66th Streets)
New York, NY 10023-6214
T 212. 595. 9533
F 212. 595. 6759
It was a rather ordinary autumn day in Burlington, Vermont but the light and weather shifts were really wild. It rained until mid-afternoon and when it cleared it was warm and still. As the day progressed the light became startlingly beautiful. Our whole backyard glowed and it had an eerie quality. The colors were uniquely intense and the sunset had people standing outside or heading down to the lake to watch the drama unfold. I am so grateful that my mother taught me to see beauty in so many ways…both ordinary and extraordinary.
Yesterday I didn’t feel remotely creative. Over the weekend I showed my studio to my niece and she thought it was cool but really disorganized. I usually don’t mind my space messy but when I stepped in to the studio yesterday I realized she was entirely right. It was not very inspiring. There was a lot of garbage around. And I didn’t know what textiles I had for working on a current project. So, yesterday when I cleaned and hauled out two large bags of garbage and recycling I did sort of feel like an organizational Rock Star. When I don’t feel creative, I clean. I still have a lot of spaces to organize, but it’s a start and doing one chunk at a time is so much less overwhelming than thinking I need to do the whole space. I was told once that when you have the desire to get rid of things that you are making room in your life for new possibilities. I wonder what’s next?
I am half-heartedly looking for a new vehicle. I wanted to test drive the FIAT 500L. They’re Italian. They’re sporty. They certainly are cuter and more fun than driving a minivan for 5 years. I went to the FIAT dealership to test drive one today. I had an easy rapport with the salesman at the dealership. He put plates on and got a car for me right away. He showed me the basics and I was off for a test drive on a sunny, Vermont autumn afternoon. As I was approaching a major intersection the radio click on and off. “I will tell him about that I thought.” Then as I turned the corner onto a very major busy road I stalled. I didn’t even have enough juice to turn the hazard lights on.
I called the dealership and told the salesman what had happened. Now cars are honking, people are really mad at me. I’m throwing my arms up in the international symbol for exasperation—which no one seemed to understand. Luckily I was in front of the Vermont State Police Barracks and a very kind officer came out to help me. I’m pretty sure he didn’t want me trying to cross this intersection to ask for help. Then the salesman showed up and jumped the car. I flipped around and drove back to the FIAT dealership. When I got there I think I actually felt worse for the salesman. He was horrified. I just had a little mishap and a great story. He got me another car to drive and we went together for a little spin out in the country. I am not sure my six foot tall daughter can sit in the backseat so I have to check on that. But, I’m pretty interested and I think I will get a pretty good deal after what happened today.
I found these brand new boots for 10 bucks. I had an hour before a meeting and although I liked the shape of the boots they were too shiny and new (I just hate things to look new). So, I took them to my studio and started mucking them up. Here are the results.
I was in Milwaukee visiting my son, Ellis who attends MIAD (Milwaukee Institute of Art & Design) this weekend with my twin daughters, Lucy and Willa and our friend, Jen. Milwaukee has the vibe and friendliness of the prairie and the undeniable spirit of an American city that still makes stuff. Here are a few of the highlights of our trip. I always appreciate the shift in perspective when you get out of town for a few days. Travel always makes me want to explore my own city more when I get home. I like that.
HARLEY DAVIDSON MUSEUM
This is a rust-encrusted Harley-Davidson motorcycle that was swept away by the Japan tsunami in March 2011 was found by Peter Mark in April, washed up on an island off the coast of British Columbia. We got to see it at the Harley Davidson Museum in Milwaukee this weekend. What a remarkably well designed museum. If you ever find yourself in that neck of the woods. It is well worth your time.
IRON HORSE HOTEL