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At the museum, Barbara Kyne

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Anish Kapoor

From Wounds and Absent Objects 1998 Digital print on paper 479 x 565 mm

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Seated Blue Nude IV, Seated Blue Bude III

Henri Matisse, 1952

Paper cut-out and gouache

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Robert Irwin’s work draws focus to ambient environmental conditions, making them palpable by heightening the viewer’s awareness in the context of the work. For his exhibition at Pace, Irwin has created eight works that advance his use of fluorescent light, a material he first used in the 1970s. Cacophonous will be on view at 534 West 25th Street from April 10 through May 9, 2015. Join us for the opening of Cacophonous next Thursday, April 9 from 6 to 8 p.m.

Images: Cacophony, (2014-2015); South South West, (2014-2015); Agave, (2014-2015)

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Always bring flowers, Rebecca Louise Law

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Mark Rothko, untitled, 1950

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Henri Matisse’s final commission La Gerbe (1953) installed at the A. Quincy Jones designed Brody House.

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josé parlá, painting the lobby of the new world trade center in new york. so gorgeous. more here. - andyluce

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People tell you a lot about how much parenting will change your life and they’re right. But usually they mean that you won’t ever sleep in again (you won’t) and a few other things about how much we “give up” to become parents. No one tells you how much you’re going to laugh. No one tells you how much wisdom resides in these small humans, how much they will teach you about love and life and friendship and forgiveness and worship. No one tells you how good and freeing it is to leave your selfishness behind. No one tells you about recapturing your own wonder and innocence, about re-reading the Ramona books, about playing football in the basement, about birthday parties and snow days and every day beauty. All the best things I know about the big nouns and verbs of a life came back into my life because of them.

Sarah Bessey (via champagnetoasts)

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Piet Mondrian, Composition in Black and White with Double Lines, 1934

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here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- e.e. cummings

The other day I took this little man to his 4 month check-up, where they told me that basically he is giant, about as tall as a 7-month old (gah!), but most importantly, healthy. I did the math though, he is literally half my height at 4 months old. That is mildly terrifying. Looking back at these photos though, I can't help but feel like he's quadrupled in size in a matter of weeks. Everyone says it, but it really is amazing how quickly they change. It's as if I can physically feel the time passing these days; quiet maybe, but undeniable. Still the same angel, a lot more animated and a few more rolls on those tiny limbs these days though. Little boy, little joy. He just slays me.

((We had these taken at around 6 weeks in by the lovely Lee Brown, who was just the absolute best. I wasn't convinced newborn photos were worth the effort and expense until we found Lee (a very talented friend of a friend, who was affordable, fun, easy and actually offered digital files). If you're in Northern California and in need of a photographer, I highly recommend her!))

Scenes from Sonoma... 4th of July | 2014

This is 30.

I switched decades this year on the 4th of July. A month into motherhood, a bit delirious and certainly not sleeping much. So suffice it to say, expectations were low. But then again all I wanted was to take my coffee with my feet in the pool and eat more than my share of ice cream cake and be with my people, especially these three (and especially because I share a birthday with T). So we hatched a plan to celebrate in Sonoma, where it feels like real summer unlike the bay, and they made the trek all the way from Switzerland (lord bless them, it was a haul). On Independence Day, the boys took care of the babies for awhile, and surprised us both with a trip to the spa, which was way over the top but thoroughly enjoyed. There was wine, there was laughter, there were burgers on the grill. But most importantly there was cake. Priorities.

People seem to shy away from 30, but it's actually not a milestone I'd been dreading. In fact for the past year I've been feeling ready. Maybe it's my affinity for even years running, but something feels whole about it. And while my twenties were great, I can't say I was sorry to bid them goodbye.

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“One might not think of light as a matter of fact, but I do. And it is, as I said, as plain and open and direct an art as you will ever find.” –Dan Flavin

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back to work, little four-eyes

It’s impossible to believe it is September already. Impossible! Every year it seems that is the case, but this one in particular, far more so than the rest. For the first time since I was practically eighteen, I took a legitimate summer break. Memorial Day to Labor Day, out in the sun (or more acurately, the fog), lounging around, computer closed, traveling purely for fun, without a to do list in sight and you know what, I didn’t look back once. I think, in fact I’m pretty sure, this has been the best summer of my life.

Not to gloss over the very real, very humbling, v.e.r.y. exhausting (is there a stronger word for tired than that? Somehow that doesn’t seem quite depleted enough…) insanity that is the first few weeks and months of newborn / new parent territory. But you know what, I truly have been happy. Delirious, but happy. There’s part of me that does feel like I’m a bit out of my mind somehow being this content in what, looking back, was clearly the trenches. And lord knows I wouldn’t put up with this craziness from anyone else. But it’s like I have blinders on when it comes to this kid and it just hasn’t felt like work in the way I thought it might. I want to be with him, whatever that entails, it’s just as simple as that. (I think they call that love.)

With the start of September also came the end of my maternity leave though. What once sounded like so many weeks off certainly found a way to fly right on by. And so here I find myself, a few days into my second week back and only just now having crawled out of the backlog of three months worth of emails to rejoin the present tense. We’re settling into our new routine, which is no simple task as I’m sure many of you know, but so far it’s actually going ok. In some ways even, it actually feels great.

I have to say, while it lasted, we really made the most of it though. This summer of newness and freedom. The first 6 weeks were purely survival and just as they all say, it felt like a major accomplishment even leaving the house. The last 6 weeks, as we began to regain our footing little by little, we got a lot braver though. We went to Chicago and Wichita to see our families, Palm Springs and Seattle because I’d never been, Santa Barbara on a whim just to see old friends. I know summer is over, whether or not it’s official yet it certainly feels so, but here in San Francisco the fog is just beginning to burn off and the days are turning warmer at last. So if you’ll forgive me the time warp, I’d like to show you what we’ve been up to running around with this little man these last few months. Because all I want to do is pretend it’s summer just awhile longer, and see if we can persuade it to stay…

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