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Author Archives: CatRutgers4Art
Guest Spot: Brian Olewnick
Brian Olewnick is a painter, a writer, and curator of an outstanding social-network page for those who seek visual inspiration and lively conversation on art and music. He’s also creator of the blog “Just Outside,” which features write-ups on new … Continue reading
Sift, Freak, Reap: Morning After
Back in the year 2000 – remember when nearly everyone wrote ‘year 2000’? was it just too flabbergasting to accept 2000 standing alone? – I made three small collages that illustrate my creative process. It’s nearly the same every time. … Continue reading
Guest Spot: Jamie Kelty
While growing up on a farm in Kansas, Jamie Kelty developed a strong connection to the earth and to the hand-made. Now that the artist is living in New York, this connection remains visible in her work. In Kelty’s oil … Continue reading
Interlude with a Goddess
Usually, she stands by the side of the sink, proudly perched on a ledge in the arch that separates the cooking zone from the eating area. Theoretically. My kitchen actually gets multiple use as a basement, alternative studio, storage space … Continue reading
Guest Spot: Samm Cohen
The opening page of Samm Cohen’s website includes this quote from Carl Jung: “There is no coming to consciousness without pain.” Samm brings a distinctive touch – fearless, perceptive, emotional – to multiple media: oil paint on canvas, glass, and … Continue reading