Kathy Forer

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Monday, January 1, 2024

I check whether anything is broken. I unwrap. And I wonder how to refine the pink and green. Maybe how to see the rainbow! Whether or not it’s possible to get in a photograph. I’d find it somewhere in the gorm form. … Upside down

Sustained Attention

Images of the forest, whacking through it branch and root, Green Mansions. My mother didn’t read the book to me, but it figured heavily in her girlhood imagination, subsequently the bedtime stories she made up. Green Mansions: A Romance of the Tropical Forest (1904) is an exotic romance by William Henry Hudson about a traveller to the Guyana jungle of […]

Critique advice

It took a while for me to understand that while Phil’s comments about lines and forms were accurate, his prescriptions were frequently unhelpful misdirection. I am grateful for the observations and insights but his remedies are amiss. The two forms don’t need to be bigger, the forms connecting them need to be smaller. Sculpture has […]

influence

I used to think my parents were Mr and Mrs Santa Claus. Later Mr. and Mrs. God. Always mom and dad. We lived in NYC apartments. At first on Manhattan’s upper west side across from the museum of natural history and the entrance to central park and my playground friends. When I was eight we […]

nana

My grandmother sewing.  Thimbles, thumbelina Tailor shears Crafts Folk Art children Cycles & spirals?

Sandy Beach

Sand beach and playground Sand castlesin the tides,in the sky water and earth Fire and AirFire and waterwater and airEarth and Fire I grew up in a greeting card factory Shipping, Receiving, Packing, Orders, Filing, Sorting.Printing, cutting, assembly, envelopes. My brother and I played 52 card pickup. I fell for it every very time. I […]

Opportunities

Illustrations, Illustrators Club Zevi BlumEROS, The Illustrated Fanny Hill by John Cleland, NY, The Erotic Art Book Society The Wise Man of Chelm by Samual Tennenbaum, 1969 My brother teased me when I was tongue-tied I’d be ham-strung but would learn to push through. or did I? I still do. keep on..

New York School for Nursery Years and Work and Play School

I liked Raymond the best. I felt close to him, we didn’t need to speak. He was retarded, a big boy at six. Overalls and suspenders. We played together in the kindergarten “shop.” There were also frogs and tadpoles. I learned to eat lettuce, we probably had bunnies. We played outside in the garden of […]

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