It's Armory Show week in New York, which means there's art all over the city, including at Verge Art Fair at the Dylan Hotel.
FromForget-Me-Knots series, ink on paper, Eliza Stamps
There, you can see wildspace and the work of Eliza Stamps, known in these parts as Daughter #2, along with her colleagues, Emily Bolevice, Carissa Carman, and Crystal Gregor
Apartment Therapy ("saving the world, one room at a time") has a nice pointer--nice blog too) to the work of Eliza Stamps (Daughter #2 to loyal readers), featured at Fair Folks & A Goat ("an art gallery, retail store, and Parisian salon all in one"):
Some incredible finds are ink drawings by Eliza Stamps, which consist of tiny concentric circles linked up to form larger shapes without ever breaking contact.
Friends, Miamians, art lovers, lend me your palates.
Take a walk over to the Verge Art Fair until Dec 6 and enjoy the artistic interpretation of food - both visually and digestively - in this food-as-performance-art presented by Wild Feasties, "a collective of artists and naturalists...who[se] ... installation projects focus on creating and consuming delicious, local foods."
The Feasties themselves as photographed by Emily Bolevice
How did Wild Feasties come about?
We are a collective that began hosting food events from a summer at Chashama North,
a residency in Pine Plains, New York. We are all artists and
naturalists, invested in the excitement of collaborating and resourcing
innovatively.
What can people expect during Art Basel?
We will be presenting The Leafy Green, a tasting of delectable, innovative, yet incredibly simple local food.
In the context of Art Basel, we hope to delight the senses of a
fresh market, with curiosity, generosity, play, community and
nourishment, to offset the hyper-consumerism of art fair culture.
Heading to Miami for Art Basel and its associated fairs in early December? There, at Verge Art Fair, you can enjoy the aesthetic of consumption (and say hello to one of its creators, Daughter #2):
Wild Feasties is a loose collective of artists and
naturalists who all engage with food within their creative endeavors.
These endeavors may take place in the studio, in the kitchen, or out in
the world. Through our events, we aim for our guests to have an artful
food experience; one that stirs the senses, both literally and
figuratively. Our cuisine is typically simple, with an emphasis on
celebrating the incredible taste of farm fresh vegetables. Wild
Feasties events emerge from the location upon which they are set. The
menu is determined entirely by what the harvest brings.
At Verge, Miami the Wild Feasties presents a dining
experience in an unusual location, using whole food ingredients, where
participants are asked to engage and follow a series of instructions
and ritual to share a delectable vegetarian meal. Wild Feasties uses
the routine of eating as a way of inserting instruction, interactivity,
natural foods education, wild food concocting, tasting, experimenting
with taste, seasoning with potions, and bringing a sense of true
nourishment in a moment of chaotic artistic social affairs.
Three weeks plus six days ago, Lake and Finn were born, eight weeks premature.
Many people have written asking how they're doing and, as I generally don't write specifically about family matters on the blog, I haven't been inclined to post about them. However, I can always make an exception or two when a picture says everything.
But first: both boys are perfectly fine. Absolutely no medical problems, for those of you who have worried on our behalf. Nothing wrong except they're little and very young. Both are home; Lake has been for over a week; Finny came home last Friday. And now life really begins. Our friend, Priscilla Harmel, a fabulous photographer, has taken many pictures of them already, including the second one.
No matter how far apart they are when they're put down, they seem to gravitate toward each other
Most Sundays, Daughter #2 and I discuss a single column in The New York Times. Not infrequently, our inner snarks emerge as we eviscerate "Modern Love," the 1500-word essays that appear in Sunday Styles. We haven't had the chance to compare notes yet on "Raising a Princess Single-Handedly," but I'm guessing she, along with you, will choke up a bit and cheer its warmth and evident devotion.
Simon Van Booy and his four-year-old Madeleine are busy making life appear normal after the sudden death of his wife/her mother last year from Marfan syndrome. I don't think it's because my best friend, Linda, died of Marfan's that this piece causes me to pull my laptop into the garden and post in these few moments when it's not raining.
This tender reflection, circling the simple gesture of making breakfast, manages to draw in everything from Sleeping Beauty to the trick of buying store-brand cereal and pouring it into the colorful boxes of crap that children prefer to World War II in one effortless stream.
Witness this from the guy with the funny hat, cane, and mustache, who also takes a bow: "I think it was Charlie Chaplin who said that close up, human life is tragic, but from a distance, it’s funny."
Or how about this capture of a certain aspect of the secret life of children:
We don’t have television, so Hannah
Montana entered our lives on a DVD purchased because Madeleine had
somehow found out about her through that underground toy-smuggling and
gossip network also known as nursery school.
Turns out Mr. Van Booy is a writer of some repute, with books in print and in the pipeline: his new story collection, Love Begins in Winter, is just out, joining The Secret Lives of People in Love (I swear I didn't see the title until after I'd written the line about the secret lives of children); coming soon, Why We Need Love, Why People Fight, and a few more. Prolific to boot.
Do the clickeroo. You'll thank me and we'll both thank Simon and Madeleine. The title of this post, taken from the piece, is self-explanatory.