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James Warhola remembers his Uncle Andy in his uncle’s first New York apartment, sketching high-heeled shoes for an advertisement in the New York Times. He would ink the drawing and blot it, a technique he would use later in his artwork. When his uncle first painted a Campbell’s soup can, Warhola says, he thought it…
I was sitting on a cliff edge in a rocking chair. Bees were moving in the meadow flowers, even in a light rain, and Don Quixote with rivets in his shoulders held a daisy in his fingers. He was looking at it round-eyed. The new Turn Park Art Space in West Stockbridge is a quizzical kind of…
Cheetahs raise their hackles against an abstract background like blown sand. Two boys play with a sleek black dog in a spare, shaded room, in a bar of bright sun from the doorway. A well-dressed man in khaki leans back in a director’s chair in a room rich with thick carpet, masks and sculptures, while…
In 1999, the summer Mass MoCA opened, Robert Rauschenberg came several times to see his work installed in the football-field-sized gallery in building 5. The 1/4 Mile or 2 Furlong Piece gathered images from athletes and animals to umbrellas and planets. In collage or silkscreened onto fabrics, aluminum and copper, they formed a massive record…
Lanterns will flicker over Stone Hill tonight behind the Clark Art Institute, and fireflies will glint over Canoe Meadows in Pittsfield, where a writer with the new Mastheads program works quietly in a newly designed studio with an organic shape and a view over the fields. And around them a high summer weekend is sailing in.…
A quizzical Albert Einstein sits on a bench beside a brooding Niels Bohr, two early 20th-century physicists soaking in the sun. They are cast in aluminum by Vladimir Lemport, a sculptor active in Russia in the 1960s, when the spirit of them — abstract, intelligent and humorous — stood in protest against the censoring government.…
The French lilac are blooming in wide arcs in the gardens at The Mount, at the end of the lime walk. Standing in the circle of bushes, I watched two swallowtail butterflies touch down for a drink. In the woods yellow iris still show in marshy places, and around the grounds artwork has come in…