Sunday, April 30, 2006
She weighs 7 pounds...she has gained two since I got her on March 31rst. Her birthday is January 5, 2006.
It is sweet, though. And the Cuban Sandwich bit it this year, actually. Sorry. Not enough pickles!
The Natchitoches Meat pies still rock, though. I bee-line it for that booth RIGHT AWAY. First stop.
Can't even concentrate on my husband while waiting in line for one:
Then I get the Rose Mint Iced Tea...which Miranda was kind enough to hold for me.
Friday, April 28, 2006
Correction: The photos shown in this series are from the area bounded by Claiborne Ave, Florida Ave, The Inner Harbor Canal and around Choctaw Street:
Sorry. I forgot that I crossed Claiborne.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Usually, these signs would be up for a month or so after the election. Today, I was shocked to see that they were already gone. I think that Mitch and Ray must have recycled. Good for them.
I have been pretty quiet about the elections. I am sitting here reading, watching and waiting just like everyone else. I voted for Mitch, though I really wanted to vote for Ray...I really did. More on that later, though. Festering up for a good blab during the run-off. Putting a finger on something political in New Orleans is such a crapshot. That's what it feels like right now. Hell, it always has. But this waiting thing that hangs over the city is really illuminated by the election debates. It's part of the trauma.
How can we really know what lies ahead?
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
I took these from my balcony:
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Friday, April 07, 2006
Miranda is having a show tonight at Jonathan Ferrara, on Carondelet. I helped her lug all the work down for it; it looks great! She works with specially developed, original photo negatives, sun-exposed photos of different subjects and surrounds them in encaustic -which is beeswax mixed with oil pigment and damar crystals. I was working with melted crayon before she showed me the technique.
Review from The Times Picayune:
With her first show, Miranda Lake paints herself into the pantheon of promising N.O. artists
By Doug MacCash Art critic
Once in a rare while a rookie baseball player hits a home run his very first time at bat in the big leagues. Figuratively speaking, that's just what 34-year-old New Orleans artist Miranda Lake has done with "Elysian Fields," her excellent debut solo exhibition of encaustic (colored bees wax) paintings at Jonathan Ferrara Gallery.
The title refers to the idyllic ancient Greek version of heaven, with its glowing landscape and perfumed air. But Lake's vision of the Elysian Fields is much harsher and stranger, including stark black-and-white photos floating in frozen surrealistic deserts or atop cold wind-blown seas. The few trees are coated with human eyes. Raindrops seem to be falling upward. Gaps between ocean waves reveal patches of road map. Strange diagrams -- a hybrid of Egyptian hieroglyphics and chemistry-class schematics -- float across the horizon. Fish vertebrae hover in the sky. It's an odd, lonely place, made sadder and more mysterious by the puddles and droplets of translucent gray, pale blue and brown wax that coat everything like a light snowfall.
Lake's use of wax paint to depict the afterlife is no accident. As she learned studying encaustic technique at the Anderson Ranch Art Center in Colorado last year, the Egyptians used colored wax to create funeral portraits 2,500 years ago -- and many survive to this day. In a recent phone conversation she pointed out that she's begun applying that funereal-art tradition to her own family. Childhood photos of her late father and late brother appear in many of her new works.
"Primarily I'm working with family photos," she said, "so I guess the work is fairly personal, but it has universal appeal I hope. There are archetypical images of childhood and growing. I'm trying to figure out some of the choices made by people in my family. If they knew how their lives were going to turn out, how would they have lived their lives differently. I think there's a sense of fate or destiny in some of these pictures."
There certainly is a sense of destiny in the pictures. Lake, who says she's only painted seriously for one year, is destined to be among the best of the generation of young artists making the Crescent City art scene so vivid and vital.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
This is The White Bitch to the left.* AKA Michael Patrick Welch
Mr. Buck was a part of my little life on the mountain in Maine as a co-host of Hee Haw -a show that I watched religiously and which made me laugh and laugh and laugh. Did anybody else watch that show? I ESPECIALLY liked the cornfield jokes. Try one.
So this is my dedication to him.
By the way, aren't these jackets great?**