The title of this blog makes it seem as though I managed to catch a glimpse of the artist posthumously floating along the streets of Brooklyn. Most unfortunately, this wasn’t the case at all. I visited the Frida Kahlo exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum a couple of weekends ago. It has taken me this long …
Spring break is over, and life shifts back to it’s normal rhythm. I spent last week in the warm sunny embrace of Cancun wondering why, despite the bright blue sea and the pretty flowers, I felt restless. I’m not sure if resort life is quite right for me – I’d rather be wandering around an old crumbling …
Another week of camp has passed, and I’m getting ready for my final, glorious week of teaching before I depart for the UK, and a month of rest and relaxation. I would really like to write a lengthy and descriptive post, like I did last week, but to be honest I’m tired. Knackered – to …
I have become a White person. No this is not a statement about my racial identity. It is purely aesthetic. I have recently discovered my love of the color white in all it’s variations. Ivory, cream, jasmine, titanium, I love them all. The simple pop of a clean color print on a white background can …
