Thursday, August 31, 2006

Storm in my head

Part of my horoscope read for today: "all worry produces no good. Use your imagination and seek ways to solve problems".

I try and not get too personal on my blog as I don't think people want to hear more problems. Shoot, you all have enough of your own. I have been told that my life is like one giant soap opera. I would have to agree. I am trying to learn that though I can't control the forces of the universe, I can control how I react. Tonite I am not doing such a great job.

Again, I won't get into details. It entails too much intimacy about my life. Before the shit hit the fan here, I was in a great positive mood. Everything was going great in the universe. Now I feel like it has come crashing in. Balance I suppose.

I will have to keep my horoscope in mind. All worry produces no good. We have our health. It just gets harder and harder to survive and keep one's head above water.

I will try and focus in the good for now. I have three pieces of art in one of the local art shows and my art and a write up was in the local paper, on the organization's website, and on the show card. The organization was very kind in doing that and I am thankful for the PR and brief spotlight that I share. In case you want to check it out go to There you can read the blurb and see one of my pieces.

Today I was volunteering for the local art organization to put up some posters, even though I did not really have the time. I figured ah, why the heck not, it was a cool but lovely day, and I was yearning for an excuse to go for a nice walk. Along the way I met a woman who had a lovely new shop who is interested in seeing my work and gave me a gift of natural lip gloss from her shop (how kind and awesome is that?) Now a personal secret---I love my lip glosses and carry a few with me at all time. ALanna has learned how to say "lips?" whenever we are in the bathroom. At 2 she knows to grab the purple chapstick, take off the cap, purse her lips, put it on, then smack her lips together.

I met some nice construction guys when I asked to put up a poster in a window of a building they were renovating. I think they were fishing around for info and a date, but their good humor and kindness were a perk to the afternoon.

OH and the photo is one of the infamous storms over Cozumel.

Today I posted some great Thanksgiving postcards both on Ebay and
They sell quickly and I don't make many of them so take a click over there if you like..links to your right on this page.

Ciao for now, Patti

Wednesday, August 30, 2006


I have been back 5 days now and have only seen glimpses of the sun. I keep saying a prayer that it will come back out so that my friend and I can spend one hour relaxing by the pool soaking up the sun before my massage. Yeah, I know, life is tough during the summer when you are a teacher, but hey, I work like A MAD WOMAN the rest of the year, making art, running a business, and teaching full time. Then I need all summer to get my house in some kind of human shape before it all starts up again. Oh, and clean the studio and STILL run a business. But I do get myself centered, tan, relaxed and re-energized so I can keep ticking....

It has rained here almost every day since I got back, and not the brief later afternoon or evening showers of the Caribbean. The painting I put up for today is another storm painting, with the buildings of Cozumel in the background. It was not raining that hard as you could still see the island, and WE could still swim and be in the sun!

I wanted to tell you more about the hotels we visited..the final one being
the Royal Hideaway. Oh my God. Lois told me it has been on Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, or some show like that, and no wonder. A cross between Caribbean and Italian architecture, grand rooms (with repros of Da Vinci, Raphael et. al.) restaurants, BEDS WITH CURTAINS BY THE SEASIDE in which to READ, private pools, etc. I think as an all-inclusive it is 150.00 a day per person. But it is insanely luxurious and otherworldly, on the ocean next to where I had stayed. I do not have a time share, but am considering one. I would have to make sure that I fit money into our budget so that we could go away every year. I have managed to get away fairly often, as I have friends on the Cape, my sister lives near NYC, and Lois my other friend has a timeshare which she has graciously shared with me a few times. But Larry and I don't get away together much and I feel badly when I leave and he can't come. (he does not have the hours and same vacations at times as I do.)

We work so hard...for what? To keep the bills paid and our asses at home?NO I SAY!
I am going to have to do some hard thinking about this and figure out how to either make more money just for this, or how to cut other things and save. My health has cost me thousands alone over the past 2 or so years, and though one cannot put a price on that, it is frustrating that I have to pay so much to live healthily and be as pain free as possible. I know, I am not a minority, most of the world doesn't even have the word vacation in their vocabulary. I am just going to keep envisioning vacations and take as many breaks as I can in between all that I do in order to stay sane and relaxed.

Check back in another week and you will see how successful I am in maintaining my attitude as school will be in session and the place I work is very very difficult and energy consuming. Ah, but I do love the kids and look forward to spending some time with some very special teens this year!

Off to the studio to fill some orders! Ciao, patti

Monday, August 28, 2006

An Evening with Platon

My husband works for the Center for Photography in Woodstock NY and the portrait/fashion photographer Platon was teaching a weekend workshop and giving a lecture in the evening. Prior to the lecture he had invited his class, employees of the Center, and close friends, to come to his house for a small intimate gathering.

I had come back from Mexico and gone to bed at some ungodly hour that morning, so it was a feat of strength to go. But I was still in the party mode and thought it interesting to meet other artists, especially ones who had made it in the art world.

His house was lovely, stashed in the woods of the Catskills. His wife, due to have a baby in a few months, was lovely and a wonderful portrait/figure painter. Art hung on all walls from floor to ceiling in the large central room. It was relaxed and informal, a far cry from the fast paced NY scene.

My husband and I talked to him for a bit about his assignment for Rolling Stone where he was embedded in one of the Army's boot camps down south He had gone into this assignment as one who is left of center (like us) and he talked about his amazement and respect for the youth of our country who were deprogrammed and then reprogrammed to become soldiers, and the sweat, tears, and team work that it took to get there.We have a daughter who served in Iraq with the 1st Armored Division as a diesel mechanic and a son who entered the Air Force in the Nuclear Weapons Division. They represented all that we were against. Yet Platon, like us, came to a place where life forced him to face these youth and realize that they are good kids who have a dream and vision-who are innocents and deserve to be respected in spite of what they represent and have to do. My daughter has come back damaged, my son got out after less than a year. Larry and I are trying to pick up the pieces, and Platon's kind words of "keep doing what you are doing and give what you are giving and it will reach them" was a balm to my soul.

The lecture was fascinating. He showed his portraits of many American icons such as Dustin Hoffman, Bono, Donald Trump, James Buckley, and Bill Clinton as well as some of his documentary work around the world. He had come here from England to work on John Kennedy Jr's magazine GEORGE. He was captivating as he had many stories to tell about the people he photographed. He showed a mix of work that was used for covers, and then also showed shots he did for himself - work that he knew would not be published, but contained a surreal essence of the sitter, that contained his own voice. Some did get published however, and he talked about the trouble he got into for the Bill Clinton cover and other shots he did.

What I enjoyed most out of the lecture was his discussion about the conflict between having a vision of what he wanted in a photo shoot vs the vision that the sitter had and how sometimes you just have to let go and let the moment happen. Often that can be a fabulous piece of work. As artists we struggle with making our art and sometimes have to let go and just let the process happen.

Platon's work can be seen at

He is animated, intelligent, spirited, and an amazing photographer, well worth taking a workshop with or hearing him talk. Thanks Platon, it was a great evening.

Sunday, August 27, 2006


I am freezing back here in the Hudson Valley. The temps here have not gone over 65 or so and it has rained steadily for the past two days. Far cry from a brief shower or two and steady temps from 80-90 with an ocean breeze in Playa.

The weather in the Caribbean was interesting and predictable. Most mornings it was sunny and hot, with clouds building over Cozumel in the early afternoon. We would get some of the clouds from time to time, cutting down the strength of the sun which was welcomed as I am trying to do minimal damage to my skin. I love a tan and try and do it gently if there is such as thing.

Lois and I stayed the first night in the Flamingo in Xcaret. It was GIANT and spread out over some 100 acres. We had to walk far to get to anything there, and ended up taking transportation to the beach. Lois wanted to go to the "adult" beach first which turned out to be a large rock pool. Not a beach at all. The water, though coming in from the ocean, was warm and somewhat stagnant. We decided to go to the "family beach" and were greatly disappointed. It was an inlet with lovely tiny sand beach, a far cry from the Caribbean ocean that she was telling me about. We decided to try and switch hotels in the morning. Now I have to say that the hotel complex in general was beautiful. GIANT lake pools, great meals, shops etc. It just was too big like Disney, and there was no real beach.

The next morning we were faced with deciding where else to go to. We had options of Cancun which is too touristy and busy, there was the island of Cozumel, and Playa del Carmen. It was a tough choice between the latter two and we chose the closest, Playa.

We were glad as Cozumel seemed to get storms nearly every day for hours at a time. The painting I did was one of them that got very black and had this strange little tornado like funnel coming out of the cloud. It was not a water spout, and I heard no wind. It grew and then all of a sudden disappeared as fast as it formed. We got to watch many lighting storms miles away from us while we still swam in the ocean. I was a bit nervous and my friend told me that they blow the whistle if it is dangerous. I just kept wondering, if lightning strikes water, how far does it reach? We stayed at the Occidental/Allegro Playacar. It was decent enough. Not as large and elegant as the Flamingo, and the meals were fair, but it had two nice pools, a great stretch of ocean, entertainment and a disco every night. Lois and I drank all their Bailey's and Sambuca early on in our stay and had to wait days for more! Actually I think they had very little of either in the place so we did not have to drink that much to empty them out. It was an all inclusive hotel which meant we ate and drank all we could for one price all week long. The staff was amazing and friendly, unlike New Yorkers which I am ashamed to say.....(and I am a New Yorker)

It is late and I have my daughter and baby seeking refuge here for the night so I am going up to bed.

Tomorrow: our tour of the most amazing hotel, The Royal Hideaway in Playa which was next door.

Sweet dreams, Patti

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Back from the Caribbean

I came in last night from Playa del Carmen, sunburned and tired - but rested. I wish there was someway I could bottle the calm I feel after a week of R and R. Sunning, walks on the beach, swimming, snorkeling, shows, dancing, eating, drinking, shopping, writing, and painting. I have never experienced anything quite like the ocean there. I have been to many beaches from Florida, Cape Cod, New Jersey, and California, but this was the BEST. I am now spoiled and can't imaging swimming in anything else. The water was CLEAN, WARM, and TURQUOISE! The fish swam around my feet and I could see many feet below me in the water. I was never cold and swam every moment that I could.

I woke up this morning to a damp cold rainy morning in the Catskills. I am dressed in layers, in careful layers, as I got burned in odd places the last day I was there. The beaches are very European in nature, filled with Italians, French, Germans, Spanish, who sunbathe topless, unlike here in America. I noticed that some of the little French girls do not wear bathing suit tops either. So when in Rome.....use lots of sunscreen, haha.

It was very odd being a minority there. I met many people from all over the world and spent some time with several of them, but it was difficult to communicate when you only speak English and some German. Even though English is an international language, many foreigners speak very little of it. Yet somehow we managed to communicate enough to go out to dinner together, or to the clubs. I made new friends, and we are going to try and email one another. Thank God for all of the dictionaries that are online to help us out. I am going to take a Spanish class somewhere as it is a language spoken by so many people. My students have taught me the curse words, but they did me very little good in Mexico!

The painting is of the beach where we stayed. They have these wonderful woven grass umbrellas that we sat under when the sun got to be too much. The hotel we stayed in had similar thatched roofs too. Playa del Carmen is on Central time, is an hour south of Cancun, is almost directly south of Lousianna, you can view the island of Cozumel from the beach, and is a short flight away from Cuba. It is on the Riviera Maya, the home of many Mayan ruins such as Tulum and Chichen Itza. Though we saw some ruins scattered along where we stayed, we did not take the trips into the jungle to the other ruins as it was so hot. Once you leave the ocean breeze, it becomes oppresively hot and I was into comfort. The ruins will have to be for another time.

Over the next several days I will review a few of the hotels in the area such as Xcaret, the Royal Hideaway, and the Occidental/Allegro Playacar. I will also share the snorkeling adventure, and shopping in Playa's 5th Avenue shops. The airfare is reasonable and if you travel off season, there are many bargins to be found.

I have lots to catch up here, so off to get a start on unpacking, laundry and the like.

maƱana, Patti

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Leaving the Riviera tomorrow

The weather has been good, the people lovely, the color of everything amazing. I finally feel relaxed in this almost perfect world, and am sad that I return home tomorrow. I do miss Larry, and know I am coming home to some major family problems and have to deal with some more health issues, but I feel like I have the fortitude and peace of mind to think clearly and non-reactionary. I miss my husband and it will be good to be home again to give him a great big brown hug.

I discovered the motherlode of bead stores here and bought the colors of the ocean-blues, purples, aquas and pearls of course and will be making a line of earrings that reflect the influence that this part of the world has had on me.

Look for my paintings and postings about my jewelry in a few days. I fly home tomorrow and soon will be back into the full swing of teaching and hard work.

I can look forward to returning however, and that will keep me going!

till then, xxpatti

Saturday, August 19, 2006


I am not spell checking and am only posting a quick one as I am paying for internet time, but Lois and I arrived yesterday in Xcaret, Mexico. The hotel was like Disney World, and had no beach to speak of, so we have moved to a Hotel in Playa del Carmen. The color of the water is turquoise, and the Mexican people helpful and kind. Far different that in NY!

So far we have not gotten much sun as it was very cloudy today, but we were able to walk along the beach and I did a painting of a storm over Cozumel, an island not far from us. Look for my paintings when I get back.


Thursday, August 17, 2006

The Grass Isn't Greener

The grass won't be greener than in my very own garden. Alright, so lots of it is weeds and varying shades of green, and brown with just a hint of green left after little rain and heat, but I love my house and my yard. I get very sentimental about it as I get ready to embark upon a trip.

Tomorrow I head to the Riviera Mayan to a resort that looks the size of Rhode Island. Beaches, jungle, caves, snorkeling, swimming, lake pools, parasites, giardia, Montazuma's revernge, hurricanes, sea lice. STOP IT STOP IT I scream to my voices. Isn't it enough that I have not slept for two nights, am PMSed to the max and I just did a show that was a lot of energy!!!! Unfortunately I will probably get my period on the plane or when I land, and be sick as a dog for a few days; thank God that they make medication for that!

The resort is all inclusive which means I will be eating and drinking my way through the compound. I have one week to recover, then it is back to the craziness of school.

If I have computer access I may try and write to you all, and unless the computer has some nice grapic program on it, there might not be my usual artwork to post along with my musings.

We shall see. At any rate, don't jump ship as I have ONE MORE ZINE review to do, from the queen of zines.....and I am SURE that I will have some very interesting stories and new art to post!

:) patti who forgot to pick up a small Spanish handbook. Sigh. I only know how to curse and say very bad words in Spanish thanks to my students.

Monday, August 14, 2006

A 1970's Bard Memory

It has been a busy few days here in the Catskills. A wedding in Newburgh, three nights of fabulous music and dancing at Bard College here in the Catskill Mountains. We heard the magical Bar Scott ( is a must see if you enjoy lyrical, poetic music, then Jeremy Lyons & the Deltabilly Boys who are so much fun and funk ( and the fabulous Renee Bailey who belted gospel, blues and jazz. Now I saw Renee back in the early 70's as a young teen at Rosa's Cantina in Woodstock. My girl friend and I were about 16 or 17, and back then if your parent walked you into the bar in Woodstock, you were allowed in. Often her dad left us to our own evil ways which included dancing, drinking, and walking, or should I say STUMBLING the mile or so back to her house on a dark mountain road. We did not have licenses or cars, which was probably a good thing.

Actually, come to think of it, it was one of those wild nights that got Susan and I into a whole shitload of trouble. We met a few boys out dancing and they told us that there was a party at Bard college and we were invited. Turned out there was no party, my friend disappeared with one guy and left me with the other, whom I had no intentions of spending the night with. He tried to convince me that it was in the stars that we should sleep together since we had the same exact birthday, but I was a virgin and had NO intention of giving it up on some college sofa in a dorm community room. He eventually angrily abandoned me and I tried to find the room my friend was hanging out in, with no luck, as all the rooms looked the same at 2 am. I slept on a couch, and then on the stairs till my friend resurfaced.

We did not have any cellphones those days and neither one of us ever called her mother to say we were not coming home. They had called the police, the hospitals, and were one phone call away from calling my father. Now if that had happened, I would not be here writing this as I would have been chained to a bed and grounded for life, or maybe killed. Her parents were the coolest people on earth, and I had never seen them so angry at us. I didn't go back there for a long time and I earned the yiddish word for a bad bad girl, which I can't seem to unearth from my vocabulary.

Bard has changed over the years and so have I. I still love to party and feel the music pound through the floor into my body. Only I don't drive when I drink like we did back then, and I go home with the same man every time. And Renee Bailey is still singing the blues and she still sounds as good as she did 35 years ago in a crowded, smoky, sultry bar with me swaying and hypnotized by her powerful and rich voice. Thanks Renee for those memories, and Bard for providing me with a venue of visual and auditory delights.

Oh and the painting above is titled "He Opened a Can of Worms" otherwise known as I have PMS and leave me the hell alone.

Peace, Patti

Saturday, August 12, 2006


I have a busy day ahead of me, with an evening wedding to attend. I am not looking forward to it as I was informed that the room is to be filled with Republicans and my husband and I were told to "behave ourselves". It has been a struggle to find the right clothes for this affair as Larry does not own a suit, and all my shoes for my poor fractured ankle are very practical and earthy. Finally Larry and I agreed...we are never going to see 95% of these people again, so who cares? He will wear his funky loose vintage clothing store jacket, and I am wearing a second hand dress, though I do have to say it is very sexy if I can manage to hold my stomach in while wearing it! I found a sale pair of flat shoes that don't look like combat boots and we might just have to buy that Jerry Garcia tie from my friends music store.

Now I love my girlfriend whose daughter is getting married. But I don't have to agree with her husband who is a lawyer and a Republican, whom I am sure supports this WAR ON TERROR. The very phrase makes me shudder. It is like hitting a child as punishment who has just hit or slapped another child, and you yell at the kid WHILE hitting them and say NO HITTING! The very premise of terrorism is the killing of people and crippling of their economy, yet what do we think we have done in Iraq? We have battled terrorism with terrorism and it is NOT GOING TO END. The stakes just get raised.

An artist friend of mine emailed me today wishing that peace and reconciliation be used as the "War on Terror is not working". He is right.

So for today, put peace out into the world. If you feel road rage, smile instead. If a person growls at you on the line at the grocery store, tell them how lovely their dress, child, or necklace is. If someone is struggling to open a door, open it and offer to help them with their packages. Put love out into the world. IF everyone did this, the world would be a safer place.

And thank you Jonathan, for inspiring my thought for the day.

Love and peace to all, Patti

Friday, August 11, 2006


INSIDE is a complex construction zine produced by Christine Baese. Though it measures a small 3.5 x 4.25" at first glance, each side has a fold out that opens to a full 8.5 x 11". The fold is complex..the initial folds open to words or images, then when you totally unfold the paper there is more text with images inside. This is not a "fluff zine". This zine makes me think and see something new each time I look at it.

Side 1 intoduces us to the writer..."sometimes I meet people but they don't meet me. They are too caught up in the freak show. I am the fat lady". Inside the "door folds" is commentary about freak shows and the people who partake in them, and how society looks at people outside the norm as freaks, or how we ourselves feel like a freak because we have too much or not enough of something. OUCH. Sad, but true. As a person who was handicapped last summer in a wheel chair, I know all to well how it feels to be looked though, not helped, and considered something less than human. I tried to be normal, but felt defeated by the many physical and emotional roadblocks I encountered along the way. She also includes a list of zines to check out and the information on where to find this folding method. Christine tells us that this is her first zine, and that she has learned much from the process.

Side 2 states: "what they miss is inside". When you unfold that sheet there are photos and texts about some of the freaks. What is powerful is Christine puts in a photo whose face has been replaced with a mini mirror and a spot to write "Your story here".

Between the cardstock that is stapled together to hold these two folds is some cut up words and paper scraps. On first glance I thought it was something to use in my work... however as I examined them closer, I realized these were not randomly selected; each word and picture had a direct correlation to the zine and its message.

INSIDE has a duplicitous meaning; deep inside the folds are layers of sad and painful messages and stories....making this zine a work of art and as thought provoking as any I have seen.

Bravo Christine!

Christine can be reached at

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

ZINE REVIEW: A Glimpse of Asia

This was another zine I received in the summer Gleaner zine swap. Made by Toni Cooper it is 4.25 x 5.5, and consists of pictures and text with a stapled binding.

This zine gives little snippets of info about a mix of Asian culture and symbols; the history of the fortune cookie, Japanese Geishas, Confucius, Spirit Money, and Panda Bears. One side is an illustration of the subject, the other a paragraph. It gives you just a tiny bit of info...enough that you might want to research more if you are interested. I liked the little handmade fortune cookie made of felt. Enclosed was also an envelope of various collage materials for one to play with; I especially liked the beautiful piece of brocade as well as the painted slide holder and sponge painted tag, all ready to make your own mini work of art. Toni can be reached at

I have a small collection of Geisha art images which I have collected over the years as well as a Geisha paint-by-number which is one of my favorite retro art pieces. There is so much to Asian culture that I don't know and would like to take a course on it! I am disappointed that most of my education was about the western world, and I feel like there are huge gaps in my education. That will HAVE to be remedied in order for me to have a larger understanding of the world.

Off to finish the movie The Motorcycle Diaries. It is beautifully filmed and it takes one from Argentina to Peru. Movies are one venue to expand one's horizon, especially the foreign films.

Tomorrow I will review the zine INSIDE. Sayonara, Patti

Monday, August 07, 2006


Recently I bared my soul on an internet forum and received a strong response.

It was a response to a discussion about artists most inner fears. Fear of failure, fear of putting our newly birthed art babies out into the world. I disclosed that I had been scared and insecure about my fine art work and that I had finally decided to show some of my illustrations in an art show. One of the members responded to me about my insecurities saying that I had a defeatist attitude , with it I was setting myself up for failure, and I have better make some changes NOW.

Some thought it harsh. Initially I felt shocked, but I heard her loud and clear and she was right. I knew that, and I was ready to take that step into the unknown .

I framed my works, dropped them off last week, and Saturday was the opening.

I had been in Westchester visiting my dear sister and family, whom I had not seen since New Years. They live about 2 hours away, so it is an entire day trip for us to go. I took Alanna, my 2 year old granddaughter as my sister’s baby is the same age. We had a great time, but I had to cut it short to come home for the opening.

I arrived home in enough time to change and brush my teeth, put on my dress, and head out. I checked the answering machine as it had several messages. I am hesitant to do that before going out, as I am often faced with family crisis situations that are either unnerving, annoying, or dangerous, and it makes me obsess for the evening.

The message on the machine stated that my artwork had not been hung in the show as it was the decision of the gallery committee not to hang work that was not wired. I was in shock. A call hours before a show opening? How absurd and unprofessional! A rush of emotions went through me like a freight train. Anger, frustration, disappointment, sadness. I did not wire my work as the frames were very fragile and I left instructions on how to hang them. I ran a gallery for a year, have curated and many shows over the years, and figured all was fine. I have submitted work to this organization for years, they know me well, and I have volunteered over this period too.

I was so angry and upset that I could not bear to go to the opening. I promptly emailed the president saying that artists deserve more than a few hours notice, especially when them make special plans and invite friends. I forwarded the email to one of my friends on the gallery committee. Apparently, there were artists who showed up to see their work in the show who faced the same disappointment and emotions as I. There was a litany of reasons, none of which dealt with the issue that artists deserve more respect than what I and others had gotten.

To make a long story short, I think I was heard. Policy changes will be made so that this does not happen again. But it was not without struggle and determination on my part. Where others might just have sighed and gone home, I had to be heard. (as a child I was nicknamed after a fictional character “the Loud Red Patrick)

I have two unhung pieces, but I guess I should be glad that I have two more framed pieces. They fit a certain theme, and were not something that normally I would have matted and framed, but so be it.

The world has still not seen my work. I guess the time was not right and I will just look for the next opportunity to do so.

It was tough. I felt like I was punched in the gut and eating a face full of dirt. I could have laid there groveling, or I could pick myself up, dust myself off, and go on. It took me a while to get up as I felt winded, but I did and am ready to get back on the proverbial horse.

I salvaged the evening by going over to Bard to the Spiegel Tent and danced with the cast and crew of the opera which had just closed. It was a flash back to the past dancing to KC and the Sunshine Band, Earth Wind and Fire et. Al. A few glasses of wine, a handsome dancing partner, and I was able to loose my emotions into the night and feel alive again.

Later on today I will publish as second post, a review on the zine "A Glimpse of Asia".

THank you all for coming along on these journeys with me. patti

Saturday, August 05, 2006

An Event at BARD College

I am off and running again today to Westchester to visit my sister and her two year old. Imagine, I am a grandmother to a baby who is the same age as my sister's child! We are going to a community picnic and doing lots of running in the sprinkler as it is going to be hot hot hot!

Afterwards, it is Kingston's first Saturday where all the galleries have openings. I took a "risk" and entered two of my ink and watercolors in a show Boats and Rivers. Most people know me for my mixed media work and have no clue that I can draw and paint. Always keep them guessing I say.

Afterwards is another trip over to Bard College in Annadale on Hudson, where Daniel Fagen met Walter Becker and formed the band Steely Dan. He sings about it in his famous song My Old School (is that the title?) Anyway, there is a wonderful event going on there..the Spiegelpalais is set up and it is now FREE to the public with movies and performances by the like of Steve Gorn and others. Last night we went to see The Blue Angel, a 30's movie with Marlene Dietrich. Here is the link in case you are interested in more information. It is here through or until the 20th of August.
It is a trip back to the turn of the century!

Off to get ready to go. I promise more zine reviews, and I feel a blog entry coming on about Mr. Mel Gibson......

The picture above is one of my collaged greeting cards using paper from the early 1800's!

Ciao for now! Patti

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

ZINE: St. Dymphna's Quest

I have not written in a few days due to the ungodly heat. Here in the northeast many of us don't have pools or central A/C making this 100 degree weather horrible. I keep telling my husband with global warming and menopause looming ahead, I have got to have a pool. But again, another expense occurred, no pool, and Patti is hot and whiney. (see my earlier post about my being a "pool ho".) I wonder how I am going to do in Mexico in a few weeks. Hopefully the Riviera will have a breeze and keep it manageable!

Back to zines; this tiny little zine has a cover that is reminiscent of Munch's "The Scream". When folded it is 1.5 x 3", unfurled it is a foot long. The zine series is called "Still A Little Crazy" and is Issue 2. I cannot read the author's name very well...last name being Russell, but her email is for more information on her zine and ATC's for trade.

I had to do some research on this saint as I never learned about her in Catholic School. What I discovered was disturbing and and sad. It told of things that the nuns did not discuss; death, incest, and murder. I will leave that up to the reader to do their own research as it deserves more attention than I will give here, but the site of her death cured the insane and possessed, and her relics were reported to cure epilepsy and insanity, and she is the patron saint of much more than insanity.

The author breaks each accordian section up into subjects such as small pleasures, little collections, little gallery, small dreams, tiny fears. It is a combination of collage, cut text, and hand lettering. It gives us a small glimpse into the personae of the author. There is also a tiny envelope of images and a milagro.

Hopeful and disturbing, this little zine has a lot of punch, and I have to give kudos to the author for having bravado and giving us a glimpse into her dreams, fears, and passions.

Till tomorrow! Patti