It was a muddy and gloomy evening…

It was a muddy and gloomy evening…

Spring is here!
The 20th has come and gone, and winter is finally over. Between harvesting new spring greens and tending to my indoor seedlings and planning picnics, I’ve just been filled with springtime joy! The fresh scent of jonquils and new leaves is carried on a breeze that is brisk but mellowed with the first warmth of the new season, through my open kitchen window. Outside, baby ducks and rabbits frolic in a bucolic bacchanal of fuzz and fluff and too big eyes.

If you listen very closely, you can almost hear a chorus of baby lambs singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

If you listen very closely, you can almost hear a chorus of baby lambs singing the Hallelujah Chorus.

If you’ve read this blog for more than 5 minutes you know a) that I am in the Midwest and thus b) dripping with sarcasm. The truth is, despite what Martha and Pinterest and the rest of the internet is telling me, the current season is one that isn’t a season at all. It feels like it shouldn’t be winter. The days are longer, there’s a strange and firey ball of light in the sky, Easter candy abounds and yesterday I counted approximately 177 robins in our front yard. It’s definitely not SPRING- there’s a Winter Weather advisory in effect and while a few unwise blubs have started sending up green stuff through the sea of mud, all the tips have been frost burnt.
When I am feeling cheerful, I call this current state of being ‘The Mudglooms.’

Having spent the better part of the week bitching about our lack of spring like it’s my job, I’ve decided to take this transitory state in stride. Sure, every formerly grassy then snowy area has been replaced with mud- Sure, going for a run requires more layers of spandex than I feel comfortable disclosing- Sure, it seems like everyone (including yours truly) has spent the past 5 months perfecting their snarls- At the same time, though, all these gloomy skies and biting winds put one in the perfect mood for tea and rumination but without the utter despair that comes from the deep heart of winter. Having the nearness of spring so close to the current desolation seems almost supernatural. I’ll say this for the Mudglooms- they’re a great time for reading books about villages on moors. And looking at art like this:

Figure 2 by Agnes Martin

THE KITCHEN V Carrying the Milk by Marina Abramovic

Exploded View Birds by Jim Campbell.
Click HERE or HERE to see this piece in action. Awesome.

The Argument With Spring by Jessica Tremp

a drawing by Eva Hesse

Heart Branches by Anne Siems

from Bloom by Anna Schuleit

Robert Montgomery

Robert Mongomery is right- Winter can’t last forever. Let us savor this liminal state- Three cheers for sunglasses+beanies! A round of hurrahs for the extension of hot cocoa season!

Tedious Tuesday Top or Bottom.

Tedious Tuesday Top or Bottom.

Damn this week was long.

So long that this morning, I had a sudden panic that I missed last week’s top or bottom, because it felt like I had written last week’s two weeks ago.

So long that Friday’s awesometime devolved into showing the artists pictures of catbreading.

So long that when I look at these pieces of art I feel like I’m in my own mind.


Mountain by Agnes Martin, ink and pencil on paper, 1960


Untitled by Jill Sylvia, handcut ledger paper, 2009


Mental Floss


As promised, a big ol whopping, slow-loading image heavy post. What am I thinking about right now? this stuff:


Giorgio Morandi

Giorgio Morandi



Agnes Martin

Carl Andre's Spill


Hanne Darboven. New find. lovelovelove. Read more about her processes and see why I swoon.

Toba Khedori. This painting is probably bigger than my apartment.

Tara Donovan. Those are styrofoam cups. styrofoam. cups.

Chiharu Shiota.

The following artists were found over at the SF based artblog My Love for You is a Stampede of Horses. The site itself is pretty great, regularly updated, lots of pretty things, plus a neat feature that goes inside studio spaces (satisfying my love of art AND snooping in other people’s cabinets in one go).


latex paint. Mary Temple I love you.

Jamie Knight. Pleaseplease check out her paper sculptures too.


Also, this, this and this (all of which are not ‘art’ per se, but beautiful things on my mind nonetheless)

And finally, a well needed re-discovery; Sol LeWitt’s sage advice to my hero Eva Hessa

Adíos internet, see you in a week.


Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itchin, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rumbling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO!