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Hot Times, Summer In the City

Wednesday, July 17th, 2013

There’s a new kid in town.

A nine day arts festival in Boston called Outside the Box.

Its mission? “From July 13th – 21st, the first annual performing arts festival will turn public spaces like the Boston Common and City Hall Plaza into performance spaces, with over 200 events showcasing the best of Boston and Massachusetts.” Oh yes, and it’s free.

I am of two minds. It is really great to have things to do – to watch, learn, and participate in – during the hot days of summer. I’ll admit My Husband and I took our folding chairs and a picnic, and camped out in the shade of the trees to listed to jazz – Dave Koz and Summer Horns – for awhile.

For a parent with children in the city, this is probably wonderful. Some of the musical performances are good fun. Whether storytelling, face painting and America’s Got Talent like acts are bringing arts to the people is another question.

And Celebrity Chefs at a food festival called Fork Lift – art? Okay, possibly.

Maybe it is really just a festival, with some performing, less arts. What is also clear is that Boston Common is seeing a lot of people.

It is great to see urban spaces well used; it is more difficult to see them used so hard that they will be a wreck for the remainder of the summer, and a heartbreak to those who donate to maintain them for all. In this July week, with ‘Heat Dome’ temperatures, Boston Common will take a beating.

But meanwhile on Boston Common there is storytelling,

and blissful water play in the Frog Pond.

The balloon men are having a seasonal bonanza.

Even the Mounted City Police are being entertained.

Boston is a city that already sees active use of its public spaces in the summer. A weekend stroll through the Public Garden will show you a line waiting to board the Swan Boats, and multiple brides and grooms being photographed, along with their wedding parties.

Wonderfully gowned Quinceañera birthday girls and their entourages pose for photos as well, full of youth and joy.

There is even a martial arts class in session.

Elsewhere on this city weekend, Huntington Avenue is shut down for the Circle the City event.

Bikes and strollers replace cars and buses.

My slow walk along the avenue did not find it crowded with bikers and fitness activists, though there were a number of small tents erected to share information, bunches of bright balloons, and some groups of people enjoying the novelty of this new one day biking and walking artery.

My walk brought me back to another summer treasure of the Back Bay, The Church of Christ, Scientist’s Plaza.

Cool water, wonderful perennial gardens, and an expanse of contemplative space. There were two men operating a motorized model sailboat and motorboat on the reflecting pond, to the delight of small children passing by.

And a sculpture installation keeping guard over the dancing fountain that provided an urban water park for small people.

During the winter months this open plaza can seem a blasted arctic wind tunnel, to be avoided.

On this sweltering day, with a Caribbean steel drum band playing in the shade of the allée of bordering trees, it seems an oasis of calm.

Perhaps I will be sad if the Plaza’s redevelopment means the loss of any of these summer amenities.

So much to see and do. Inside or Outside the Box

Summer in the City indeed.


National Museum of Women in the Arts: You Rock

Monday, November 12th, 2012

I actually made it to Washington, D.C. for the semi-annual meetings at the National Museum of Women in the Arts. The museum was looking its best, in this its 25th Anniversary year. It tickles me every time I walk into the stunning marble lobby

to think that at one time this building housed a Masonic lodge, and women were not permitted inside. Now the building houses the world’s foremost collection of art by women, from the 16th century to the present.

As always, the NMWA’s current exhibitions are wide-ranging, and pulsing with both information and life. The exhibitions begin outside, before the visitor even reaches the museum’s doors. Featured along the median strip of New York Avenue is the monumental sculptural work of Chakaia Booker. Her unique oeuvre is formed from intricately sliced and formed re-purposed tires.

In Booker’s talented hands, this unlikely medium takes on a muscular life of its own. Booker is the second woman artist to have her work showcased in this outstanding street forum. Niki de Saint Phalle’s work was on display along The New York Avenue Sculpture Project space for the two years previously.

The NMWA promises an ongoing program of art along this city avenue median gallery – a visual feast of powerful sculpture by prominent women artists that will change every two years.

Inside the museum are exhibitions stretching over several centuries, from the work of British and Irish Women Silversmiths from the 17th and 18th centuries, to the glamorous photographic portraits of notable women artists shown in Fabulous! Portraits by Michele Mattei.

Of special note is the ground breaking exhibition Women Who Rock. Did you know that women artists like Ma Rainey were among the first actually to record their blues, country and rock-a-billy music on records? That early women artists like Wanda Jackson toured with and influenced Elvis Presley, among others? Yes, these women were rocking way back then. This exhibition has traveled to Washington as a first, from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland. It was created, and debuted there after Cindi Lauper was given a tour of the existing Hall of Fame collection. She basically asked, “Where are the women?” The musical sisterhood collection on show encompasses everything from recordings, favorite guitars, photographs, album covers, clothing and (touchingly, to me) hand written lyrics (in pencil, in spiral bound notebooks), from such diverse greats as Billie Holliday, Mother Maybelle Carter, The Supremes, Judy Collins, Janis Joplin, Joan Jett, Patti Smith and Madonna, to Taylor Swift, Rihanna and Lady Gaga. ( I know, I know, I probably left out your favorites.) You all rock, ladies.

The Fall Gala at the museum, starring Melissa Etheridge, was apparently an enormous success. The NMWA’s 25th Anniversary year is proving to be quite the party.


Where Was I?

Saturday, June 9th, 2012

Back in April, before our move, I managed to slip away to Washington, D.C. for a few days, to help celebrate the 25th Anniversary of the National Museum of Women in the Arts. (Note to self: sometimes short escapes are necessary to maintain personal sanity.)

Momentous things have been happening in Washington. The opening of the NMWA’s fabulous exhibition Royalists to Romantics: Women Artists from the Louvre, Versailles, and Other French National Collections for instance. This is a blockbuster of a show, with a treasure trove of canvases from national collections all over France. Many of these works have never before been seen in the United States. They have not been exhibited together in France either. I was in equal parts dazzled, impressed and educated by the show, which – with stunning breadth and depth – showcased the talent of  women artists working in France between 1750 and 1850. This was a period of great prominence and tremendous financial success for women artists in France, and the show includes works by such famous names as Élizabeth Louise Vigée-LeBrun and Angelica Kauffman, a founding member of the Royal Academy of Arts, and one of the most popular and highly paid portraitists of her era. This exhibition of artworks literally ‘paints a picture’ of the changeable times, both enlightened and deeply troubled, in which these artists lived and worked.

Outside the museum, along New York Avenue, another transformation has taken place. The Sculpture Project, a private-public partnership spearheaded by the NMWA and Downtown DC, has installed a striking body of  sculptural art works, by noted sculptor Chakaia Booker. Chakaia Booker’s compelling exhibition follows the initial installation of monumental figural sculptures by Niki de Saint Phalle.

Booker’s powerful sculptures are intricately constructed of cut and layered black rubber tires. The material must be heavy and resistant, and yet Booker slices it into delicacy and bends it to her will.

The sculptures are by turns organic, animal, and alien. They are built of the cast offs of modern society and the literal wheels on which it moves, and yet they invoke an African heritage, are infused with a sense of universal religious ceremony, and perform a sort of ritual dance.

These sculptures are massive yet fine.

These sculptures sway, they dance, they promise, and they threaten.

Chakaia Booker’s work is like nothing you have ever seen, and yet it echos images from deep in your psyche. Get yourself to Washington, and visit The Sculpture Project outside the NMWA on New York Avenue. (Note to you: sometimes short escapes are necessary to maintain personal sanity.)

Happy 25th Anniversary, National Museum of Women in the Arts.



Tuesday, March 20th, 2012

We got away.

To Rome.


Because we could.

Because we’ve been married for a long time, and that needs to be celebrated occasionally.

Because we love to travel.

Because we have very, very good friends in Rome.

So I have been doing very, very different things for the past five days.

And no, I have not been thinking about all that other stuff (moving, the things we own, packing, pictures from the past) AT ALL.


The 25th Anniversary of the National Museum of Women in the Arts & the Silver Anniversary Campaign

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

When we lived in London I helped to found, and then Chaired, Friends of the National Museum of Women in the Arts, UK. This independent British charity supports and advances art by women of all periods, past and present, with a connection to the United Kingdom. Friends of the NMWA, UK also forms part of a growing international network that supports the mission of the National Museum of Women in the Arts, in Washington, D.C., which is to bring recognition to art by women of all nationalities and periods.

In 2012 the National Museum of Women in the Arts celebrates its 25th Anniversary. This is a momentous occasion, and Friends of the NMWA, UK are commemorating this milestone by organizing  a Silver Anniversary Appeal in the United Kingdom.  This Appeal begins with a dazzling exhibition called Silver by Women, a curated showcase of  extraordinary silver by contemporary women makers, to be held in London on February 2nd, 2012.

Friends of the NMWA, UK has launched the year-long Silver Anniversary Appeal, hoping to raise funds to purchase New Bird II, a stunning piece  by gifted British sculptor, and Royal Academician,  Dame Elizabeth Frink  (1930-1993), which they hope to donate to the National Museum of Women in the Arts. As the NMWA’s Chief Curator Dr. Jordana Pomeroy says, Elizabeth Frink is the “archetypal British sculptor—virtually a national treasure.” Pomeroy also explains that, “Frink held her own with the men and worked large scale. Her influences are evident but she took Rodin (and, I believe, Giacometti) down a British path.”

Friends of the NMWA, UK hope to see British women sculptors, and Elizabeth Frink in particular, represented in the growing collections of the National Museum of Women in the Arts.

You too can help Friends of the National Museum of Women in the Arts, UK in their effort to add this significant piece of sculpture to the NMWA’s collections. Visit

to make your contribution to the Campaign.

You can also join in the celebration of the 25th Anniversary of the National Museum of Women in the Arts in Washington, D.C. Visit the museum this year! There are several major celebratory events in the works, including An Evening in Monte Carlo, the NMWA’s inaugural anniversary event, to be held at the museum on February 3rd, 2012. Or follow womenswear designer and artist-in-residence Celia Reyer as she re-creates a Brunswick traveling cloak, inspired by fashions in historic portraiture,  for In the Galleries: Royal Dressmakers and Haute Couture.  Make sure to visit the installation of Chakaia Booker‘s monumental sculptures, for the visionary outdoor sculpture initiative known as the New York Avenue Sculpture Project.  These works, created from intricately sliced, carved and layered segments of discarded black rubber tires, will be dedicated on March 8th, International Women’s Day. Or join almost 300,000 supporters in the US and worldwide and become a member of the NMWA. Take advantage of Members Preview Day for Royalists to Romantics: Women Artists from the Louvre, Versailles, and Other French National Collections, to be held on February 23rd, 2012. Make your visit and make your donation. Promote art by women today, and, you can help to write the contributions of women artists back into the art history books, and help to hang their works on the walls of galleries and museums, where they belong.


NMWA Redux

Thursday, November 17th, 2011

I escaped my cares for two days in Washington, D.C., to attend the semi-annual National Advisory Board Meetings at The National Museum of Women in the Arts.

I traveled down by train, arriving in Washington’s magnificent Union Station. (To be honest, I was happy to be on a train going anywhere else.) Union Station is a cathedral of transportation if there ever was one.

The early November weather was spectacular, and I had the chance to walk around the city, enjoying the bright autumn light. St. John’s Episcopal Church in Lafayette Square looked particularly splendid, its buttery yellow stucco warmed by the afternoon sun.

The Occupy D.C. Protesters were camped out in McPherson Square, their raggedly tents forming a bright patchwork of color under the fall trees. One group of men gathered at the base of McPherson’s equestrian statue to play an impromptu drum concert.

Back at the National Museum of Women in the Arts all was activity as usual. The NMWA is a powerhouse among museums, as ‘the only museum in the world dedicated exclusively to recognizing the contributions of women artists’. The NMWA impresses by its commitment to furthering its mission by any and all avenues of ongoing outreach, not least through its multi-tiered involvement with other museums, artists, curators, collectors, and academics near and far. The NMWA is approaching its celebratory 25th Anniversary year, and there are many wonderful projects in the works. More on that.

As for the formal description of the unique mission of the NMWA: “To fulfill its mission, the museum cares for and displays a permanent collection, presents special exhibitions, conducts education programs, maintains a Library and Research Center, publishes a quarterly magazine and books on women artists, and supports a network of state and international committees. NMWA also serves as a center for the performing and literary arts and other creative disciplines.” The NMWA also has an enormous and loyal membership base, from all around the country, and all around the world. This is a particularly strong endorsement of the NMWA’s mission, for a museum of its relatively small size and 25 year track record.

Recent additions to the world famous collection, many of them gifts from devoted NMWA Patrons and committees, include works by Miriam Backstrom, Elena Brockmann, Dorothy Dehner, Anna Gaskell, Agnes Martin, Sam Taylor-Wood, Mickalene Thomas, Mary Vaux WalcottRose Wylie, and Catherine Yass, among them. These photographs, paintings, drawings, art books and sculptures join gorgeous works that span the centuries, from Lavinia Fontana‘s portraits of  the 1580’s, Rachel Ruysch‘s splendid botanical paintings from the mid-1700’s, to Angelica Kauffman (reputedly the most highly paid artist of her day) and Elizabeth Vigée-Lebrun’s mid-18th century portraits.

In one current exhibition, Trove: The Collection in Depth, the NMWA has taken works ranging throughout the entire time-line of the collection, and gathered them into five thematic groups, encompassing plants and animals, landscape, portraiture, family relationships, and memory. In this provocative exhibition the viewer finds Rachel Ruysch’s gorgeous  Roses, Convolvulus, Poppies and Other Flowers in an Urn on a Stone Ledge (ca. 1745) paired with a contemporary photograph, Vase of Flowers 1, by Amy Lamb, 1999, of a luxurious botanical arrangement designed to echo Dutch originals. (And for which, the curator shares with us, actual butterflies were chilled in a refrigerator, so that they would stay in place for a few seconds, to allow the photograph to be created at all.)

The NMWA’s collection teaches us a great deal about history as well as art (Hmmm, is that why they call it Art History?), and helps us to rediscover the ways that women have participated in the art world, and the unique stories they have told, through the centuries.

In honor of the NMWA’s 25th Anniversary celebrations in 2012, there are several landmark exhibitions in preparation.


The NMWA has announced that Chakaia Booker‘s intricate and layered sculptures, created from rubber tires, will be featured as the installation along the dedicated exhibition space, the New York Avenue Sculpture Project, outside the front doors of the museum.

Chakaia Booker is the second woman sculptor to be honored in this way, with a one-woman exhibition along D.C.’s New York Avenue. The first artist to be highlighted in this glorious public sculpture installation space has been Niki de Saint Phalle, in 2010-2011.

In 2012 the NMWA will also be opening the landmark French exhibition Royalists to Romantics: Women Artists from the Louvre, Versailles, and Other French National Collections. It is sure to be a blockbuster of an exhibition.

There is going to be so much to see, to learn and to enjoy during the NMWA’s 25th Anniversary year. Will I see you at the National Museum of Women in the Arts in 2012? I hope so.


Pumpkin Art

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

Luckily I will not have to carve my pumpkins into Halloween Jack-O-Lanterns this year. The squirrels are doing it for me.

When I first saw the tooth marks on my pumpkins, I thought perhaps there were bits of rot on the pumpkin rinds. Afterall, with this summer’s intense heat and then the diluvian rains of August and September, I’d heard there was going to be a poor – and expensive – pumpkin crop.

Then the ‘rot’ spread. It started to look like a pumpkin disease.

And then I observed the stealth graffiti artist. It was a squirrel, at work on the pumpkin rind. I have decided she is quite the artist. A sort of Banksy of the squirrel kingdom.

She knaws away at the rind and flesh of the pumpkin, creating her own patterns.

Recently she has challenged herself to go beyond the flat plane in her artistic development, to progress from two dimensional to 3D art. It is a powerful statement, don’t you think?

I believe her work on the pumpkin at the front lantern is now almost complete. She seems to have started a new work: a developing oeuvre on the pumpkin at the front door.


25th Anniversary Plans: National Museum of Women in the Arts

Sunday, April 17th, 2011

I am on my way back from Washington, D.C., where I have been attending the semi-annual National Advisory Board meetings at the National Museum of Women in the Arts.

Washington is looking quite beautiful. Well, spring becomes Washington. The Cherry Blossom Festival was held last week. Luckily our government (currently a source of embarrassment all round) came to terms -if again only temporary- on the budget, just in time to avoid a shut down, and in the nick of time to allow the Cherry Blossom Parade to go forward. The stop gap agreement allowed all the high school marching bands chosen from all over the country, which had been raising funds for a year to afford their voyage to Washington this spring, to have their chance to parade down the avenues, cheered by office workers and tourists alike.

The cherry blossoms around the Tidal Basin are past their peak already, but the city is still perfumed by the scent of flowering trees, and blossom floats on the air. The parks and squares are full of tulips, and pansies and courting pigeons.

Better yet is another sign of spring. The NMWA and The Sculpture Project have reinstalled Niki de Saint Phalle’s polychromatic sculptures along the median strip on New York Avenue.

Apparently the statues are too delicate to withstand winter’s freeze and thaw. After all, they are decorated with thousands of tiny glass tiles, like glittering 3 dimensional mosaics, and those materials could easily have been damaged by the winter weather.

On a more humorous note, the larger than life size statues are also wearing an assortment of bathing suits and basketball uniforms.

Hardly dressed for winter’s freeze.

And what would Nana’s Dolphin have done, marooned above the snows all winter?

The passersby outside the National Museum of Women in the Arts, which initiated the joyous installation of de Saint Phalle’s monumental sculptures along New York Avenue, have missed the cheery presence of these vivid sculptures. There was apparently an outcry when the vibrant statues were first packed away for safe storage in the late fall, and a celebration when all four were brought out of storage again, and lowered back into place this spring.

The National Museum of Women in the Arts has now established a new tradition with this sculpture alleé. The Niki de Saint Phalle installation is the first in the NMWA’s plans for a revolving street exhibition of sculpture by renowned women artists. In effect, the NMWA has created a new gallery, outside the museum. A street gallery. The Sculpture Project has already added the  joyous and vigorous accent of art to the local city scape. Long may it continue.

I know there are major plans afoot for next year’s exhibition of sculpture in this outdoor public gallery… How can there not be?

For the National Museum of Women in the Arts will celebrate its 25th Anniversary in 2012.

The NMWA has curated 25 years of ground breaking exhibitions. It is the first museum in the world dedicated solely to work by women artists. The NMWA has consistently envisioned and installed unique exhibitions, which have brought long unseen works by women out of storage, and onto the museum’s walls in Washington. Happily, when borrowed works return to their home museums, they often stay on the walls, instead of returning to the store room. Over the years the NMWA has featured Women Artists from the State Hermitage Museum. Freida Kahlo. Julie Taymor. Italian Women Artists from the Renaissance to the Baroque. And recently the first retrospective of Paula Rego’s works in the United States.

25 years of writing women back into the *art* history books.

So, to mark 25 years of the singular mission of the National Museum of Women in the Arts, blockbuster events are in the plans for 2012.

A new NMWA website.

Treasures from the Museé de Louvre.

And a  new sculpture installation, works by another woman artist, to continue the street gallery along New York Avenue.

Watch this space!


Misadventures in Art, Part III: The Walls are Calling…

Sunday, March 27th, 2011


The Boy was a calm and sturdy toddler. Good thing, too, since he had a rambunctious older brother, and a big sister who was by turns both loving and terribly bossy. His older siblings introduced The Boy to many experiences that might not otherwise have come his way for a few more years. Or perhaps ever. Like the day The Girl used his face as an experimental canvas.
For the most part The Boy was very patient with their orders and their teaching.
For instance, The Boy was fascinated by the scale of things, and by the process of measuring and recording. The Eldest was by that time studying dinosaurs in pre-school. His wonderful pre-school teacher, one of those educators formed in Heaven, had the brilliant idea of measuring out the size of different dinosaurs, so that the children could form an accurate concept of the immensity of these creatures.
Now, The Boy had received an over-sized red retracting measuring tape for Christmas. It had a carry handle on the top, and was 6 to 8 inches square. The Eldest borrowed the measuring tape to demonstrate how long a Tyrannosaurus Rex (always a childhood favorite) had been; as long as our family room, just about.
The Boy loved this experiment, and happily repeated the act of measuring out the dinosaur’s scale on the carpet for several weeks afterwards. Only he got a bit confused about what he was measuring, so after he’d stretched the red measuring tape out along the floor, he would pipe up happily and regularly with “Sixteen pounds!”
Youngest children get to play at their older sibling’s levels. This is both a privilege and risk. Our basement playroom was stocked with many categories of toys, building sets, dress-up clothes, and art supplies. Most of these were within reach of the older children.
I was doing laundry downstairs, while the kids played next door in the playroom. All was well, everyone in harmony. I left the laundry running, and went upstairs. When I next opened the door to the basement stairs I found The Boy on the bottom step. He was just completing a graph, or perhaps it was a chart.
He had obviously begun on the top step – he knew to begin at the beginning, of course – and had carefully charted his progress down the stairs with a bold zigzag line. In cobalt blue magic marker. You think you want to encourage self-expression, and yet…
Perhaps we’d spent  too many evenings reading one of  his Father’s favorite books from childhood. Yes, you guessed it. Harold and The Purple Crayon.
It is quite a little book really, but it contains some big ideas.

Misadventures in Art, Part II: Special Effects

Monday, March 21st, 2011

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When The Girl was small she was a bit of a tomboy. Okay, she was a complete tomboy. She was a charming, petite little thing with golden curls. And she was busy, busy, always on the go, like a small tousle-haired windup toy. She did like a few feminine things: party shoes for instance. But she loved balls, beyond any other toy, beyond anything. She even pushed a football to Central Park, strapped into her pink baby doll stroller. Mrs. Holtaway, a retired baby nurse who at age 73 had overseen the care of countless New York City babies, was now by some miracle our three days a week expert baby-sitter, and she was concerned. The Girl should have some girl toys to play with: why didn’t she have a doll?

The Girl had never evinced any interest in a doll, but just in case, and to make sure I was not warping her nature, I bought her a couple of dolls for her second birthday. They were really quite nice Corolle dolls, a soft bodied infant and a sort of toddler doll. The Girl named the infant ‘Baby Doll’. Baby Doll was occasionally included on outings. The Girl named the toddler baby doll ‘Fred’. She was apt to say ‘Bad Fred!’ and thrust the poor doll face down on the floor, and tell him/her to ‘Stay!’ I remain convinced she cannot have modeled this behavior on anything she was witnessing at home.

The Girl’s best friends in early childhood were always boys. Well, she had an older and, soon enough after her second birthday, a younger brother to contend with. When we moved to the suburbs, just before her third birthday, one of her new very young admirers in the nursery school carpool announced, “Her’s not a girl, her’s a boy-girl.” Too true.

Family members continued to worry (a bit) that The Girl was not being encouraged to pursue feminine interests. This despite the fact that her wardrobe was three times the size of her brothers’, that she often wore dresses to nursery school, and that I took painstaking care of her glorious blond hair, and often put it up in clips and bows.

For her fourth birthday The Girl received a very special gift from my eldest sister. It was a pink and purple plastic box that opened into divided layers like a tackle box, and it was filled with every kind of dime store makeup known to womankind. Powder, eyeshadow, eraser, lipstick, mascara, all in a rainbow of colors. Thank goodness there was no nail polish. We had an agreement, The Girl and I. She could take out the make-up box and experiment – on paper, or on skin – with supervision. She was not to decorate babies or stuffed animals, or walls for that matter.

By then we had moved to the suburbs, had said a sad goodbye to the wonderful Mrs. Holtaway, and had a third child. Even on weekends, when My Husband was home, we had moved from man-to-man to a zone defense. And there were so many more places for the children to go – upstairs, downstairs, to the basement playroom…

One weekday, after the two eldest had come home from pre-school (goodness, they are in school forever, aren’t they?) The Girl and The Boy were playing. They were quiet. Yes, I know I should have learned by this time, but it is hard to catch children being quiet in their curious under-the-radar and ambitious originality. Until it is too late.

I believe I heard giggling. In the powder room. That is where I kept the mesmerizing pink and purple plastic make-up kit, under the sink in the powder room, where it would be off the beaten path at playtime. Don’t let anyone tell you differently: children have excellent memories, when they are interested in remembering. I opened the door to the powder room, and there they both were, The Boy and The Girl. She had been playing at make-up artist. Without supervision. She had been experimenting on her two-year old brother.

The boy’s face was, how can I describe it? Polychromatic. The Girl had used eye shadow on his cheeks, mascara on his nose, lipstick on his eyebrows. He was an Expressionist vision or a Fauve portrait.  Or perhaps something straight out of an Edvard Munch painting, or maybe that is just how I felt, like screaming.


You know what else I learned? Makeup, like crayon on the wall, can be surprisingly difficult to remove.

Her’s still a Boy-Girl.