This photograph was a gift from my favorite guy at the flea market -(park slope) and I love it. He stopped showing up in early summer last year. I’ve wondered and asked about him since and I found out a few weeks ago that he died. He took the photo at the Half Moon Hotel in Coney Island, I’m not sure when- 70’s or 80’s probably. He was a painter and photographer. I only new his first name – John.
The Avocet has never been very steady on her feet and she is having a little operation to correct the problem.
I’ve been working on some new things for spring and they are available now in my shop.
*update – sold out but more coming soon.
There is also a new one of a kind set – claude and gus. I’ll have something similar available to order soon.
Or amulet, or talisman, a lucky or magic thing made from a glass bottle stopper washed up on plum beach in Brooklyn that came to me by way of the park slope flea market and bits of 19th century threads collected in Japan by my friend Stephen.
I love the idea of all the things that had to happen in the world for these little bits to come together.
And Jason and the Argonauts.
I’ve been going through old files and came across this still from the film I cut out of a newspaper. I love the image just on it’s own and I loved the movie as a kid, especially the stop motion bits. You can see them here on youtube if you like.
Acquired this weekend at the park slope flea market:
All of it dug up, washed up and fished out at plum beach brooklyn. Good stuff. Happy day light savings time.
I’ve just added this sailboat and lots of other things to my shop.
Being made from bits of an antique dress and bodice.
And A new owl – pecksniff – a character of dubious integrity.
I made this painting a little while ago for Partners & Spade.
You can see it installed in the mantle in the NY Times today or in person at 40 Great Jones Street in New York.
A new owl – mr. guppy.
He’s made from an antique flour sack and dress makers scraps from the early 1900’s among other things.
He also has some 19th century thread sewn into his ears.
The threads are courtesy of stephen szczcepanek and I love them. I’m not sure what circumstance he finds them in but they absoutley belong in owl ears and probably some other places too.
