So my friend Bryan, who owns Cottage 34, also owns William Bennett Modern, an art gallery.  So I fell for a painting by Chrissy Angliker, a 30 yr old painter from Zurich.

So I had this wall in my pad in Miami Beach, that I knew was going to be an accent of some sort.  And instead salvaged or reclaimed planking I did black high gloss, then set out to find a piece of art to anchor it.

The real scene.

Chrissy's painting.

My Mao I bought from William Bennett Modern when I first bought the apartment.

And an original Herman Miller Picnic painting - they commissioned 1 a year for 30+ years for their summer picnic.  Some of them are fabulous.

And the big run/walk loop for today (note the run before the walk, subtly (and misleadingly) implying that I did more running than walking).

I hear it's still cold up North.

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Sexting’s Strange Paradox: It’s Just No Fun

It's articles like this that make me always appreciate the true talent, uniqueness and intelligence of New York.  I mean, seriously, the articles hilarious (moms and squares - skip this link).

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The Forgotten Craftsman

"The Beauty of this home is its effortless peace."

"Straightforward, natural, modest and without contrivance, it has the same qualities we admire in a person."

I thought this description of a home was very compelling and restrained.  And I think our homes share if not the realization of this one and its description, at least its aspiration.

"For nearly one hundred years this house near Deltaville, Virginia has welcomed the rising sun to the east and warmed itself by the sun setting in the west. It is one of countless houses of its kind built by unknown craftsmen in Tidewater Virginia.
It may be considered among the finest houses in America, not because it is exceptional but because it is ordinary. The great English architect Philip Webb was unhappy with his design until it looked commonplace. An artistic house is made to behold, a common house is made to be held in our hands.

The beauty of this house comes from the fact that we don’t notice it. The brick clay was dug from a hill nearby, the oak and pine boards were cut from local trees, and the same house was made over and over. Like a wildflower in a thicket, it is without consciousness of beauty, style, or fashion. Straightforward, natural, modest and without contrivance, it has the same qualities we admire in a person.

In Zen there is a saying that at the far end of the road lies effortless peace. The beauty of this house lies in its effortless peace."

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So, I'm feeding some Houzz links to the right hand column of the blog, so as I change out the articles, I figure I'll capture the article in a blog post instead of it just disappearing.


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