In early 2015, I was approached by Krystal Knapp to write about the arts and creativity in Trenton for her web site PlanetTrenton.org. Out of our discussions was born a weekly column, Unknown Pleasures. It was good to be writing again, about something I knew and loved. Most if not all of these pieces are...
Sound piece April 8, 2013 16 minutes, 46 seconds Listen: Ride from my house to Artworks ...
I have lived in Trenton for 24 years but never made it to the town of Roebling, the factory and company town built by the Roeblings in the early 20th Century, barely 10 miles south of Trenton. I remedied this omission recently, on a beautiful spring day. Rode my bike to the River Line light...
Susan Philipsz is thoughtful, unassuming, understated. Her art is unique, a remarkable blend of the personal, the technical, the historical, the culturally relevant, the ethereal, the cerebral. As they say in the UK, her sound pieces are “magic.” I knew of Lowlands, her recording of herself singing a sailors lament, overlayed three times and...
Wine and place, the place for wine – I was thinking about these on a recent trip to South Carolina, visiting my son at Clemson University to celebrate his birthday. Accompanied by my daughter, the three of us made excursions into the beautiful, and yes deep-South-rustic, countryside of the upcountry part of the state. We...
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe’s assertion has resonance far beyond the worlds of design and architecture. In poetry in general, and specifically the poetry of Japan, “less is more” are words to live by. In a world of 140 character Tweets and cell phone texting aphorisms, perhaps haiku and other short-form poetry will lead this...
The mists rise over The still pools of Asuka. Memory does not Pass away so easily. – Akahito I was on a mission in search of Japanese whisky recently (far harder to find than I expected), which led me improbably to my old neighborhood in Brooklyn, to a small store near Brooklyn Brewery named The...
A number of weeks ago I visited with the assistant winemaker at the New Jersey winery I used to be affiliated with. It was a bitter cold night and we did what we have so often done in the past, talk with glasses in hand as he tapped the cold contents of the silent tanks...
Word art inspired by old “Touch Typing Made Simple” manuals.
Black and white river views, taken on film, circa 2007.
Opening and drinking a wine with lengthy bottle age is an adventure, full of expectation, emotional and analytic reaction, connection and closure. In opening and drinking such a wine, you are completing a pact with the winemaker who fashioned it so many years before. You are opening up a window to a landscape, and...
