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FOR THE WARMING OF AN ARTIST'S STUDIO - (By David Wagoner, American Poet)The previous tenant, runing out of business,Bolted the...
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» Pictures of Nothing, Abstract Art Since Pollock by Kirk Varnedoe

A book I highly recommend.  It is about ART – the integrity of the artist and the truth of their Art, a...
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» Some Words from Study Notes

We will bring all different reading/interpretations but at the end we are left with the material.Materiality – at times inability...
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» Final Assessment

Part of my Final Assessment for End of Year Exhibition by tutor Peter Adsett. “…You have taken on the space exceptionally...
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» 12 Nov 2007

Someone stole my 'pony tail' pot plant from outside my front door step:(   I hope they needed it more than...
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» Oct 2007 ARTWORKS FOR SALE

Since the end of my studies in June 2007 I have been working with the new materials which I discovered...
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» June 2007

I am self taught but I did study under Peter Adsett (Artist) and completed my Level 7 in June 2007.  Peter...
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» NZ - NY Exhibition 4 May, 2006

I held a One Night Only Solo show.What a great night!  ...
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» New York's Agora Gallery recognizes Anna's talent!

"The paintings exhibit strength in a resolute style of work; with radiant forms emerging and dissolving out of equally radiant...
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An apt poem I came accross

FOR THE WARMING OF AN ARTIST'S STUDIO - (By David Wagoner, American Poet)

The previous tenant, runing out of business,

Bolted the back door,

Blew out the fuses, sprang the toilet trap,

Unscrewed the hardware,

And didn't leave a trace of his side-kicks -

No cold cashier

Behind the hole in the window saying No,

And no go-getter

Coughing to break the gathering punch-line

At the water-cooler.

Tonight, we'll drink to him.  He left the ceiling,

The best part of the floor,

And enough strength in the walls to take the weight

Of an easel's crossbar

On which to float some stock in an enterprise

Also going under

Eventually after going upside-down,

Slantwise and haywire,

But never simply crossing into the red

Like a line in a ledger.

Here goes an artist after a businessman

Not as a panhandler

But, following him through rundown neighborhoods

And making over

The empty premises at the end of his line,

As a silent partner.