A portrait of my dog, Zora. Graphite, ink, and watercolor on paper.
By unfocusing your lens, straying to the unexpected place, and looking to the periphery, there are all sorts of surprises to be found, and Robert Frank knew that.
There’s a certain kind of uselessness that is entwined with our feelings about art. To make something that is useless is a statement in itself.
It’s pouring rain in San Francisco and there are fireworks exploding. Earlier today I saw some amazing textiles from Anatolia today, dating from the 1700’s, at the De Young.