One of my very favorite foods is chicken wings. I like all kinds: Buffalo, lemon pepper, Nashville Hot, BBQ, teriyaki, you name it. It’s all good to me! It’s a perfect meal when sitting around and relaxing with friends. These chicken wings are “Oven Baked …
I’ve been planning to revisit a particular show for months! The little and big things of life delayed my fuzzy plans. Poking my head back into the Art Institute’s galleries recently, I was struck by the opening text of this lovely show: “It took millions …
Recently, I had the opportunity to meet the 2023 James Beard Award Best Chef Southeast winner, Terry Koval. Just a few days before connecting with him at his Decatur, Georgia restaurant, The Deer and the Dove, I had been sitting in the Lyric Opera of …
We were celebrating my parents’ marriage the last time we saw “Sweet Life” with a garden cake, sparkling flutes, joy, and a flashback to their wedding day. We’ve returned to the theme in all of its goodness. I find that as much as I’m present …
We’ve had the pleasure of spending time in a number of galleries lately and we’re happier for it. Long ago we dismissed the notion that when we enter a museum, we must see everything. Who wants to run by works of art as if we’ve entered an obstacle course?
Here are two shows featuring artists and their contemporary portraits. One in Chicago and the other in New York. I’d long to see attention for Juan de Pareja since I first learned of his existence back in the 80s. A quick trip for love to NYC made the show at the Met the icing on the cake. This exquisite show draws from the well of research by the extraordinary Arturo Schomburg in the 1920s. More of his story in a future post.
Enslaved by Velázquez and a painter himself, Juan de Pareja was rumored to be responsible for some of the more well-known works attributed to the famous artist. Newer research seems to bear that out. Time will tell.
The Met’s show highlights the period and contextualizes what life might have been like for this enslaved artist who traveled everywhere Velázquez went including to the Vatican. One heart-wrenching gallery includes both the central portrait of Juan de Pareja with Velázquez‘s signed document “freeing” him and his progeny (on the condition that he remained enslaved four additional years) inside a fading book positioned squarely in front of his portrait. Hauntingly sad doesn’t begin to describe how I felt standing there.
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And then we return to Chicago for Patric McCoy’s show of 80s Black gay life downtown through photographs thoughtfully curated by Juarez Hawkins at Wrightwood 659.
Now that we’ve (partially) caught our breath, we’re just starting to look at some of the photos from two weeks ago. For the second year, Onion Dip for Breakfast has attended the James Beard Awards and it has been thrilling! As you can imagine, half …
I’m often amazed at the wondrous things one can discover without having to travel halfway around the world. That was the case this weekend when we found ourselves in Eatonton, GA . The town is located about 75 miles east of Atlanta via I-20. Looking …
I didn’t think I’d be that person showing images of the family dog to the nice staff person at the garden center. But here I am! I think that I’m one of those folks who can bring back every phrase in a conversation to our sweet, furry girl. All roads lead back to her.
This time, we were talking about the merits of various fruit trees to decide which ones would join our gardens. Having had success with numerous berries in the Black Garden, I was now exploring more exotic fruits I’d never grown. My one condition: did they have any plants that might produce enough for us to share with our pup?! We had long given up on keeping her at bay. The staff and I giggled and giggled. I left the nursery with delights for the whole family.
Our girl, after all, shares so much with me. When we walk around our neighborhood, she sets the pace, encouraging me to stop here and there to to see the tulips, lilacs, blossoming trees, and of course the great stick ready to come home with us.
I suspect that she’s drawn to these plants like she is to certain humans. They welcome her, they smell nice, and they are beautiful.
As she roots under clover, pressing her paws in a dew-covered field, or pokes her long snout everywhere, she reminds me to stay curious and seek beauty, too.
“Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.” — Zora Neale Hurston
Our family way of life is usually quite spontaneous. Our plans will have edges that keep us together but everything in between stays loose. Who knows what you’ll see, smell, hear or taste if everything isn’t charted out? Those who accompany us either love it …