This is part of the monumental sculpture Joe, by Richard Serra, these days on view in a small private museum in St. Louis. Before I saw this piece, I really disliked Richard Serra’s work. It just made me angry in this I am not even examining this way.
Then a couple of years ago, on a road trip to St. Louis, we visited the Pulitzer Foundation for the Arts, and saw this. Continue reading
I am going through one of my periodic obsessions with house paint colors. I am visiting hardware stores and collecting paint cards and comparing them and then going to other hardware stores for more variations, and sometimes for samples that veer off into wildly different directions.
Dear paint companies, how do you go about this?
See if you can figure out what colors these might be. Continue reading
Here at 9591 Iris we are all of a sudden in a lather about Carl Sandburg.
People remember Sandburg – when they remember him at all, or can tell him apart from Robert Frost – as a sweet, faded old guy. Someone corny and antique, what with the fog coming in on little cat feet and all. Continue reading