It’s a beautiful breezy day when we roll down the hill to Lincoln Park, breezy, not windy, which is perfect because it’s been much too long since I logged any miles on the bike and a stiff wind is going to make it all the harder. Our destination is Alki Beach where it’s car free for the day. At noon, when we’re down there, the beach feels like I’ve always wanted it to feel, mellow and full of kids on skateboards and scooters, picnics set up in unlikely places where usually, there are parked cars.… continued…
J found the first one a few weeks ago. I found the second one on the front lawn this morning.… continued…
We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.… continued…
It’s been a while since I’ve done any kind of gallery related stuff. In spite of my art school edumacation (What, you didn’t know I have a degree in painting and drawing? I do!) and my many years of perching in under-heated and under-ventilated studios where I made a mighty attractive mess, I’ve never been too keen on the gallery scene. The reason is, I think, the divide between the people that make art and the people that buy it.… continued…
