Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Hurray for the Santa Barbara Museum of Art

Hosting two spectacular shows:

through August 16

Both shows are well worth several visits. The Weston exhibit is particularly extensive and stunningly beautiful. Check the museum website for hours but know that Sundays are free to the public as are the First Thursday evenings of each month.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Forward Four - Colville Foundation Exhibition

Opening Reception tomorrow evening
Friday, July 24 from 5:30 - 7:30pm
at the Santa Barbara Arts Fund
205 C Santa Barbara Street at Yanonali

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Stress Reduction

Nothing like puppy kisses when you are feeling the pressure of a deadline. Ten days to delivery *sigh* I'm feeling ready.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sullivan Goss 2009 Exhibition


opening Thursday, August 6, 2009 from 5-8 pm

Countdown to the exhibition... yes, still painting yet but getting close to finished. Here is a small preview... more paintings listed on the FB fan page.

©2009 Nicole Strasburg

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Landscapes worth seeing

Corot to Monet
National Gallery, London

A Wall in Naples (1782), Thomas Jones

Sunset in the Roman Campagna (c. 1786 and 1803), Simon Denis

Landscape with Cumulus Clouds (c. 1839), Andreas Schelfhout

untitled (Provincetown Harbor), n.d.
color serigraph, 15 x 18" image
slr, #77/100, est.400/600

Herman Maril on exhibit at the Walters Art Museum in Baltimore. Read more about the modernist landscape painter in the Baltimore Sun and the Baltimore Messenger

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Rest in Peace MJ

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

- WH Auden
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