Long Island's infamous "Hamptons" have been home to myriads of artists. From Willem de Kooning, Larry Rivers, Fairfield Porter, Jackson Pollock, Ross Bleckner, Roy Lichtenstein and Andy Warhol, the area has produced the greatest art of the past 80 years. Still today, discovering inspiring vistas both in real life and on a canvas, is like finding a great diamond at CHOPARD - they're everywhere.
Paton Miller lives in Southampton but his work is universal. Whether the curve of a mermaid, the muscled back of a donkey, or the quiet pride of a fisherman at sea, Miller's paintings speak to the "we" that ties humanity together. His paints -- rich, beckoning earthy tones -- let me smell the dirt, hear his ocean, and see the joy of life in a Costa Rican fiesta. Paton has a style uniquely his own, and it blossoms from Southampton. By his friendly demeanor and honest expression he's befriended a remarkable group of artists that are gold for the taking.
Opening on Saturday, September 11, at "4 North Main Gallery" in Southampton are works from artists Paton has befriended over his years in the community. He's calling the show "THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN" for the seven artists he is showcasing. Aage Bjerring, Kirby Grimes, Wray McGowan, Kathyrn Simos, Peter Hirsh, Zelie Rellim are showing their beautiful work. Like other East End Luminaries of the art world, these artists are poised to be noticed for their probing work and danged interesting lives!
Aage Bjerring has been producing art for most of his seventy-so years. He's made a powerful name in the world of fishing lures and decoys, and in this show we see Aage's paintings of everyday life. Aage paints with a patina of time and meaning that seems rare in this hurry-up-split-splat day. Kirby Grimes' trees, his remarkable works on paper, and his vibrant contemporary oils shouldn't be missed. All the artists in Paton Miller's show reveal their selves reminding us that sometimes noticing life is half the fun.
If you're lucky enough to be in the "Hamptons" this weekend, check out the show -- and if you're really lucky stop by to see the artists at the opening Saturday from 5-8pm. Very chic.
Twenty-six years ago in a whirlwind, I traveled from New Jersey to relocate to California. In a reliable '72 Impala I crossed the country, convinced I'd find a better life by cashing in on the west's promise to America. At breakneck speed - precipitated by financial need for a paycheck, I completed the journey in just over four days. As an empty promise to myself I swore someday I repeat the journey at a more leisurely pace ...
Last week's interview with Maria Conchita Alonso started a firestorm across the blogosphere - and now protesters have moved against theaters showing the controversial film. Oliver Stone's latest flick South of the Border has thrown Americans from both continents into the rink to battle out their political ideologies over what's brewing in the Latin land down under.
Sunshine being the best disinfectant, it would have been a boon for truth if Stone had told the story of Venezuela's crime, poverty, and political impropriety but instead the Oscar-winning director has made a bumpy lackluster version of name-dropping unreality. Whether you side with Chavez or his opposition, by the omissions in Stone's film it's evident that the leader (and maybe even Stone himself) has a thing or two he doesn't want cameras - and the world's attention - to focus upon. By the end of the film, the elephant in the room ends up crushing anything left of Stone's shaky reputation for journalistic fact-finding.
In the classic horror film Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, we enter the world of a childhood star long after the lights have dimmed and the applause has faded. Played by Bette Davis, Baby Jane is angry, callous, calculating, and cruel. Davis' masterful portrayal personifies the scars of lost fame and the fetid stench of regret. She cackles with delight as she famously abuses her sister time and time again. Baby Jane is no longer a star but rather a lampoon of the worst of what even Hollywood's glitz and make-up cannot hide. She's a star who has faded and she's damned angry. With his latest film South of the Border, Oliver Stone wears the cynicism of a man looking for relevance just as overtly as Baby Jane Hudson wears her grotesque makeup on her vengeful face.
From the moment South of the Border opens we're confronted with sound bites from FOX news lambasting Chavez. Stone is setting us up for his canonization of the highly controversial, and anti-semetic leader. It's unfathomable that the same filmmaker who made Platoon could rub elbows with the tyrant Hugo Chavez but miss the responsibility to turn the camera on the poor and oppressed of Venezuela.
Friday, June 25, 2010 marks the sixtieth anniversary of the start of the Korean War.
This week I had the blessed honor of meeting Jack Larson. Jack is best known as Jimmy Olsen to George Reeves' Superman in the classic TV Series.
Jack has lived a remarkable life. He has walked with Garbo, cried with Monroe, and lived with Monty Clift. He's an accomplished author writing librettos for some of America's greatest contemporary operas. Jack is a walking history of the generation just on the other side of WWII.