The NYTimes.com published an article this weekend in the art section about a new exhibit at the Whitney Museum of American Art that explores “the profound impact” of Mexican painters on American culture.
“Vida Americana: Mexican Muralists Remake American Art, 1925 – 1945” features artists Diego Rivera, David Alfaro Siqueiros, and one of particular interest to me, José Clement Orozco. According to the Times, Orozco came to New York in 1927, teaching easel painting and print making before moving to California for a 1930 commission at Pomona College in Claremont.
Sometime after then, my great grandmother Madeline Thomas Langworthy acquired an Orozco artwork, titled “Dia De Los Muertos” or “Day of The Dead.” According to a tag on the back, Madeline lent this signed lithograph to the San Francisco Museum of Art in December 1953, as part of a José Clemente Orozco Memorial exhibition.
the impact of these painters and muralists also appear in the footnotes of an earlier post, in which I discovered a WPA-era artwork painted around the time of these Mexican influencers by the other ancestral female artist on my Mom’s side of the family.
Serve your next sushi meal (or party plater) on a mini handmade skateboard sushi tray made from laminated maple veneer just like a standard street deck skateboard. (fresh sushi not included)
I got an inquiry last week from a local skate shop that is looking for a few dozen sushi tray skate decks to use in a cross-promotion at a local sushi restaurant. I came up with this design over the weekend.
This week, my family art history research project led me to the basement of the Monterey Museum of Art, in Monterey, California, where a large mural painted by my great aunt Moira Wallace has been hiding in storage for decades.
Moira’s mural was among a collection of WPA-era art commissioned for Monterey High School in the 1930s and later moved to the cellar where they lived out their life in obscurity until 2003. My mom kept an early sketch of the mural in our family, though I’m not sure anyone ever knew it had a full-sized twin.
This morning, after months of art sleuthing, I reunited the sketch with the finished piece.
This Sunday at 9 pm PST I am going to shut down my personal Facebook account and associated pages. It’s the first step in a conscious effort to reduce my dependency on the social media platforms that are literally eroding our democracy and commitment to truth for commercial gain.
Instead, I’m going back to the open internet, reviving this here WordPress blog http://www.weekndr.com to post photos and personal updates. I hope you will bookmark it and check in every now and then, and leave a comment or send me a message if you want to say hi.
The following is the contents of the email I just sent.
Thank you so much for taking pity on me last night at Nordstrom Rack, and guiding me through the suit-selection process. I couldn’t have done it without you. Really. I’m afraid to think of what I would have looked like today had Maddy and I been left in charge. Can you believe I showed up with a red and black plaid tie, and looking for a suit to match?
I wanted to share a photo of how it all turned out.
In the Fall of 1909, just north of San Francisco, a 33-year-old Jack London was at home on his Glen Ellen, Calif., ranch resting from a decade of traversing the globe in search of The Call of The Wild and other stories to tell.
London sat at his writing desk looking out on his rugged California ranch surrounded by golden hills, Live Oaks, and vineyards. A coastal wind blew East, carrying the scent of salt water from the Pacific Ocean filtered through the forest of Redwood trees and tangled Manzanita.
He typed a letter to his old writer friend — my great grandfather Grant Wallace — about a business deal they were working on: