A new cozzie is always a good idea, even if we only get to wear it in the tub. The simple cuts and cheerful colours at Left On Friday are right up my lane. I’d like a Peak Suit, and a Party Wave top and matching bottoms to splash about in. Goggles, optional.
With all the millions of glazes out there, it’s the natural, earthy finishes that I am most drawn to. Sand, bone, granite, terracotta. Micah Blyckert’s ceramic vessels are inspired by California’s desert palette. His forms are classic, and his surfaces have a warm, earthy texture. It’s Blyckert’s lamps that I adore, two-toned, and mushroom like in appearance, with hints of brass for the mechanics. His pieces are all wheel thrown in his L.A. studio.
Skye McAlpine‘s Spaghetti al Limone made me think of my Mum. It’s one of her favourite pastas. I remember going to Harry’s Bar in Florence together in early 1997, and her ordering the Spaghetti al Limone. McAlpine’s recipe calls for cream and egg yolk, but I think it’s just as lovely when it’s dairy free. McAlpine calls it a “bowl of sunshine”, and it really is just that.
It’s amazing to me, that over a few short weeks, our city has turned from grey to green. “Where the grey light meets the green air.” What a difference it makes to look out and up and see a canopy of emeralds, sages, olives and mints. The huge Oak tree in my neighbour’s garden turned green overnight –– a shining emblem of what can be achieved in a day.
There is a wisp, often much more than a wisp, of everyone we know in us all. The sour faced neighbour who sweeps her porch six times a day, the fastidious co-worker who corrects everyone’s grammar, the flamboyantly theatrical uncle, the self-absorbed brother-in-law, the critic, the complainer, the over-achiever. If you dive deep enough, they’re all swimming in our waters. We’re drawn to people who are like us, share our values, beliefs and experiences because there’s comfort in the familiar. Our choices are validated when we see them mirrored in others. We’re also drawn to our opposites –– the yin to our yang –– because in them we find parts of ourselves that we rarely connect with. The safety girl loves a daredevil. Even people we think we don’t like, whose values and standards contradict our own, speak volumes about what lies beneath the water’s surface. In them, we find ways of being that we don’t allow in ourselves, character traits that we’ve all together squashed. A messy eater is the bête noire of a prissy one. But does some part of the latter wish she could devour a sloppy joe in one bite? We are multitudes, all of us. Arrogant and humble. Effusive and measured. Kind and callus. Sophisticated and base. Human.
“I consider it my life’s mission to convey the urgency of climate change through my work,” says artist, Zaria Foreman. Foreman travels to remote regions of the world –– Antartica, Nasara and Svalbard –– to collect images and inspiration for her large scale pastel drawings. “My drawings explore moments of transition, turbulence and tranquility in the landscape allowing viewers to emotionally connect with a place that they may never have the chance to visit. I choose to convey the beauty as oppose to the devastation. If you can experience the sublimity of these landscape perhaps you’ll be inspired to protect and preserve them.” Art communicates in a way that statistics cannot. “My drawings celebrate the beauty of what we all stand to lose.”
If you’re trying to figure out what to wear this weekend, you know, to that garden party of five, consider a cinched waist and a boater à la Kim Novak in Paris. I have a collared agnès b shirt that I haven’t worn in years that would work well with a full skirt. The boater may be harder to locate, but anything with a brim will do. And I’m wearing flats. Maybe it’s the change in weather, but all of a sudden, I’m ready to get dressed again.