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This weekend it was 55(!) degrees in Providence.  M and I gave the Oscars a nonchalant cool kid chin tip by seeing The Big Short at The Avon Saturday night and The (far more enjoyable) Theory of Everything on Sunday.  Between showings there were warm beverages and downcity walks and cracks for letting in light.  We admired murals and I thought about art in its many mediums, and I wondered about appreciation and its affect on a piece of work.  I considered the old “if a tree falls in the woods” theory, and wondered if it applies to the creation of art.  If an artist works alone, in the dark, producing a masterpiece, does it still result in significance?  Left wholly unshared, does art still hold weight?

I also thought about the Leonard Cohen lyrics and the cracks in everything that let light in.  As I looked up and studied the negative space between buildings in the Financial District, I realized that it is this space that allows the buildings to shine.  It is the space between two structures through which the light beams.  In this presumed emptiness, all purpose is found, and without it, functionality would cease.  So this space, these cracks, the unpunctuated time that exists in all of us, are a crucial part of the creation process.  They give us room to enter and exit, to see ourselves through windows, from the inside and out, and to exist in those alleys and streets between.  These spaces are where we able to step back, to share, to admire, and to grow.

With these spaces, we build up.

 

photo of me by Michael Collins.

when your heart is an empty room

I am currently obsessed with this collection of photographs that are circling the web.  Taken by New York based artist Andrew Moore, these eerily stunning photos capture the beauty of abandoned buildings in the process of decaying.  Upon viewing the collection, I was particularly enthralled with the special fly-on-the-wall peeks inside various expired theater houses, for the obvious reason that theaters like these are where I feel most at home, but also because I find the juxtaposition of such extravagant interiors in ruins to be incredibly moving.  These theaters have been forgotten and left to their own demise, but if you take the time to enter one and look around, I think you’d realize a whole new type of magic has emerged from under the glistening gold walls.

{photos via} {to check out more of Andrew’s work}

Kaleidoscope Eyes

Ana Montiel is a London-based, Spanish artist and designer whose mediums range from screen printing to ceramics, through surface design and collage.  I love, love, love, her use of color and the way she juxtaposes the sharpness of repetitive geometric shapes with the softness of pastel tones.  She creates mesmerizing patterns reminiscent of different scenes from nature, bringing a field of fresh wildflowers into your home without painting that tired old bouquet-of-flowers-in-a-white-vase picture we’ve all seen just a few too many times.  What makes her work even more intriguing?  Montiel’s designs are put through an intricate transfer process to produce wallpapers, curtains, shoes, clothing, furniture, even bicycles. Imagine riding down the street on a bike covered in that awesome geometric pattern?  Or eating  breakfast on a one of a kind pastel-colored placemat?  Swoooooon.