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Jennie Lee is a fine artist based in Manhattan. She currently works at the clothing label Libertine.
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Last night I went to see Synecdoche,New York and the film remains in many of my thoughts today.It was deeply moving and and yearned to be seen multiple times.
There were beautiful paintings used in the movie by Philadelphian artist,Alex Kanevsky.
Here are some of his works i found on his gallery's site.
Read an interview with the artist here.
There are so many podcasts to choose from these days to entertain me on my way to work.
My favourite video podcast of the week consists of Swarovski's own video of their collaboration with Alexander McQueen for Spring 09.
The lovely & amazing Mika Rottenberg has a 6 page spread in the new art issue of W magazine that hit newstands today. 
Each room was built and photographed by her in her Harlem studio.
The Isreali born video/installation artist creates worlds where the women's unique characteristics are utilized to make chains of cause and effect.
Click here to see the making of these photographs.
Everyone should buy this issue and plaster their walls with them.
My art book of the week is Paula Rego Behind The Scenes by John McEwen.
Paula was born in Lisbon 1935 under the Salazar dictatorship.She survived her early life escaping into the vivid folktales that were told to her by her elders and playing at the beach.
In her paintings,she brings the characters and I can interpret the rest according to my experiences.
For example in 'Pregnant Rabbit Telling Her Parents' I envisioned my sister,Lila, when she first found out she was with child.
(Paula's main model was named Lila as well)
My Lila ended up using this picture for the invitation to her baby shower.
This book is most amazing to me because you can see the gathering,making and arrangement of the costumes and props for her paintings. Along with the live models which included her whole family.
Here is The Pillowman. He's originally from a play that portrays a sad doll stuffed with pillows whom compassionately smothers children to death-to spare them the misery of adult life.
Her subjects involve taking care of her dying mother,Jane Eyre,death by broken heart,and female binge drinking as a mark of equality.
Meet the Dog Woman.
Paula hopes to have an exhibition of the assemblages with her paintings one day.
I began my studies at Boston's Museum School in 1991 and sometime between then and 2000 i first met my future ex boyfriend,Richard Colman.
We later reunited in NYC and I was able to witness the genesis of these kaleidoscopic paintings.
With love, hate and everything spanning inbetween-they crawl into the kitty corners of my mind.
I entertain the thought of joining the crusade movement of these bears.
Recently Rich had a show at the V1 gallery in Copenhagen-here is a shot of the gallery.
I only can dream and hope of a world where people emit brilliant prisms from their orifices.
These paintings are unbelievably beautiful even moreso in real life when you can behold all the details.
A special sneak at a piece he's working on right now...
Here's his studio manager,Pua Pisano taking pencil inventory.
He also has a great book out available-dirty version available on the website.
Richard currently resides in San Francisco.
For more news look at: www.richardcolmanart.com
When I used to be agoraphobic,i would seek others with the same affliction so I wouldn't feel so alone. 
That's when I first discovered Tony Schwartz,a pioneer documentarian and the one of the first people who transformed sound recordings into an artistic means of expression.
Throughout the 90's,I used to always carry my cassette recorder while driving across America and steal the sounds of the open sky,$12 pr night motels,plates & spoons clanking in lonesome diners,native folks chatting and everything else the highway brought.
I had no idea that 53 years prior to that,Tony had began his documentary life,recording every walk of life on the street around him in New York with a wecor wire recorder.
This accumulated into 19 albums of street sound and folk music for Folkways and Columbia Records.
I haven't listened to his entire body of work- which is archived in the Library of Congress,but so far one of my favourites is The World in My Mailbox.
Agoraphobia made it that he couldn't leave New York,so he would trade his tapes of city street sounds for other people's tapes of their environment.
Also,for 31 years he had a radio show dedicated to people and sounds on WNYC.
You can listen to a show about him here.
Tony passed away this past June.
If you want to give your eyes a treat on July 28th-and you happen to be in Tokyo,
head over to Nepenthes Gallery to see my friend Arik's art show.
I was looking at his visual discography and it goes on and on of blissfully heavy music like OM,EARTH,SUNNO))),High on Fire,Boris,Eyehategod,etc..
We are still roommates of sorts so I have been fortunate to see the maestro at work.
His beautiful watercolours give me flashbacks,not necessarily of the good kind..
I would like to share a poem with you that my dear friend Amanda Pollock has written me today.
Antediluvian Hearts.
When first truly felt or rather why first truly felt
Or is it how first truly felt or even what first truly felt.
Tell me.
This feels wrong.
The great warp is set to weave something
we may not want to see.
Daedal and terrible hands make haste.
Dewberry, beat root and cotton.
This birth's ebullition reeks of marine and
Ghostly smoke.
Its patronage is morbid at best.
The children born become the exuviated remnants
Of these thoughtless artisans and their
Antediluvian Hearts litter the forests floor.
They twist, lurch and wind around one another
Until the composition is complete.
The archaic tapestry takes on the many arms of
the kraken and pulls the ship of the world down
into the fabric of the deep to sleep
and be imagined.
When first truly felt or rather why first truly felt
Or is it how first truly felt or even what first truly felt.
Tell me.
This feels wrong.
The great warp is set to weave something
we may not want to see.
Daedal and terrible hands make haste.
Dewberry, beat root and cotton.
This birth's ebullition reeks of marine and
Ghostly smoke.
Its patronage is morbid at best.
The children born become the exuviated remnants
Of these thoughtless artisans and their
Antediluvian Hearts litter the forests floor.
They twist, lurch and wind around one another
Until the composition is complete.
The archaic tapestry takes on the many arms of
the kraken and pulls the ship of the world down
into the fabric of the deep to sleep
and be imagined.
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