Posts Tagged: art
Fit Right in with Back to School Shoes
It was the day after Labor Day 1957 and the countdown had begun for the new school term. From Long Island to Little Rock, crisp black and white marbled composition notebooks were hastily purchased, and last-minute yellow Dixon number 2
Fit Right in with Back to School Shoes
It was the day after Labor Day 1957 and the countdown had begun for the new school term. From Long Island to Little Rock, crisp black and white marbled composition notebooks were hastily purchased, and last-minute yellow Dixon number 2
Bidding the Beach Club Goodby
Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmothers beach Club, Just as white shoes would make their final appearance of the season, it was time to bid the sandy white beach goodbye End of a Mid-Century Summer By late
Bidding the Beach Club Goodby
Labor Day signaled the last call at my Grandmothers beach Club, Just as white shoes would make their final appearance of the season, it was time to bid the sandy white beach goodbye End of a Mid-Century Summer By late
A Feminist Storms Approachin’
Nearly 40 years after the women’s liberation movement stormed onto the scene opening a floodgate of dialogue about women’s rights, its déjà vu all over again. As a storm approaches the Republican National Convention, women are already in the eye
A Feminist Storms Approachin’
Nearly 40 years after the women’s liberation movement stormed onto the scene opening a floodgate of dialogue about women’s rights, its déjà vu all over again. As a storm approaches the Republican National Convention, women are already in the eye
Man, What a Heat Wave
The Temperatures Rising… It Isn’t Surprising… Poor mankind! His triumphant march towards progress is always being blamed for the actions of a hot-headed, fickle Mother Nature whose erratic behavior has recently played havoc with our weather systems. Panicked cries of
Man, What a Heat Wave
The Temperatures Rising… It Isn’t Surprising… Poor mankind! His triumphant march towards progress is always being blamed for the actions of a hot-headed, fickle Mother Nature whose erratic behavior has recently played havoc with our weather systems. Panicked cries of
Locked in The American Dream Closet
In the 1930’s. my bachelor Uncle Harry was a social realist painter who learned the bitter social realities that surrounded a gay man in early 20th century America. Trained under artist John Sloan, the well known Social Realist at N.Y.C’s
Locked in The American Dream Closet
In the 1930’s. my bachelor Uncle Harry was a social realist painter who learned the bitter social realities that surrounded a gay man in early 20th century America. Trained under artist John Sloan, the well known Social Realist at N.Y.C’s
Envisioning The American Dream 