“It’s about an hour flight outside of Sydney; then you have to drive to the homestead. It’s kind of out of the way, but well worth it.” That was the bait that lured me into traveling to the Saumarez homestead in New South Wales, Australia to hold a “One-Night Stand.” We had just spent aboutContinue reading “One-Night Stand: The Structure Of Beauty”
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One-Night Stand: Shifting Fog
Johnny and I just got back from Charlotte, NC. We were celebrating Yom Kippur with my sister and her family. It was so nice to enjoy not only their hospitality but also be reminded of how important family is to social stability. After dinner, my sister pulled out a large cardboard box full of familyContinue reading “One-Night Stand: Shifting Fog”
One-Night Stand: The Life Of A Frayed Carpet
I started placing tags on my stuff at home. Typed onto the tags are little narratives about where, when, and why I collected the object. I have this image of one day, my family, cleaning out my house after I have passed away, and finding all of these objects with tags on them. I wonder,Continue reading “One-Night Stand: The Life Of A Frayed Carpet”
One-Night Stand: The Fashion Of Beauty
+All Photography Emma Vagnone Do you remember when you were growing up and your parents would make mention of a particularly talented or attractive iconic film or TV star? In most cases, I remember thinking how off base they were because I didn’t think that person was that great or attractive. Now, if you mentionedContinue reading “One-Night Stand: The Fashion Of Beauty”
One-Night Stand: Walking Home Purple
Old Salem Tavern Sneaking into my mom’s kitchen pantry, I marveled at the myriad pasta types. Our Italian-American family had so many varieties. Slyly, I’d lift several boxes, and once back in my bedroom/art studio, I would spread out my loot. Back then, my bedroom was my sanctuary, a place to draw and make buildingContinue reading “One-Night Stand: Walking Home Purple”
One Night Stand: Waking Up Small
The house itself was a very small one-story dwelling, consisting of a living room, dining room, kitchen, two bedrooms and a tiny bathroom. I can still remember the dimensions: approximately 28 x 31 feet. 870 square feet. It was built following WWII using what was called “the G.I. Bill,” part of an effort to quicklyContinue reading “One Night Stand: Waking Up Small”
One-Night Stand: The Dirt We Leave Behind
Not many people know this, but I am a found object sculptor. At a thrift store a few years ago, I found a dirty, soiled, velveteen bunny, all used up and worn. I picked it up and could feel and smell the old sawdust filler. I used it as part of a larger self-portrait sculptureContinue reading “One-Night Stand: The Dirt We Leave Behind”
One-Night Stand: The Quiet Voice of Bricks
It’s complicated: the city of Mobile, the landscape, Oakleigh Villa, and the historic narrative of the people involved. Just like the live oaks that surround the Villa, it is almost impossible to convey the level of overlapped, interconnected, subplots that define a historic site, but Oakleigh stands out in its complexities. Perhaps, for me, theContinue reading “One-Night Stand: The Quiet Voice of Bricks”
One-Night Stand: Traveling With Tomatoes
The two-lane road my partner Johnny and I were taking seemed really narrow compared to the eight-lane interstates that I am used to. Deep within seemingly endless corn and soybean fields, I could see a family farmhouse peek its gabled apex above the tall corn. Occasionally, I would catch a glimpse of a long drivewayContinue reading “One-Night Stand: Traveling With Tomatoes”
One-night Stand: It’s All In How You Use It
Have you ever made plans to meet someone, and then when you meet them, they don’t look, sound, or relate in the manner that you had expected? This happened to me when I finally met my adult self, and I suspect a similar thing happened to Wharton Esherick when he slowly became acquainted with hisContinue reading “One-night Stand: It’s All In How You Use It”
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