heather & brian

Painter Heather Peiters and architect Brian Alessi were married at the St. Francis Chapel at the Museum of Man in Balboa Park on Saturday.
heather & brian alessi

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fifth grade

This morning I went to fifth grade at one of the local elementary schools that I have been working with for the past few years. I dearly love this class, and have been teaching them art since they were rather small squirrely third graders. Now they are turning eleven, and getting ready to transition into middle school. Their teacher had to leave the state unexpectedly last week, and the entire class has been melancholy. We decided to send letters and make portraits of each of them to send to her. Here are a few of these lovely goofballs.
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annika

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classic - feet betray nerves

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tonight, Annie.

This week, I've been in and out of the galleries showcasing Annie Leibovitz' show from her book A Photographer's Life. The show iteself is an amazing catalog of images, from large scale, often color, public images created as portraits for magazines to very personal intimate (in nature and scale) work of her private life. Together the images weave an immense narrative of voyuerism and performance.
It's interesting to walk through the galleries, which almost function as a pop culture timeline, with Annie's references in her own life, and you can also remember at which point in your life you were when Johnny Depp and Kate Moss were together, or when the first Bush cabinet assembled in the Oval Office.

The end of the exhibit showcases two walls of prints, obsessively cataloged and flyered across yards of space. Here the narrative becomes more dense and the sizes of the images so similar it becomes harder to distinguish the personal from the private.

Go see this is you can.


color blind?

This morning I toured two school groups through the Annie Leibovitz show. We stopped and talked about a number of portraits of people that I thought they would recongize. One was the image of Chris Rock in whiteface, top hat and circus-y tux. Not one of the kids ntoiced that his face was painted white. They observed his expression, the enviornment, his clothing, but never the change inthe color of his skin.
Further on in the exhibit, there is an image of Bush's first cabinet, where the first term Bush is standing in the oval office surrounded by his colleagues. One child out of the two classes knew who Dick Cheney was. This same child also knew that one of those faces had to be Rumsfeld. Several of the kids thought that Condoleeza Rice was the first lady. I saw the amused faces of the adult patrons in the back of my school group.