Some thoughts from April in Baltimore

An unaccustomed sunlight filled the train car, formed faint prisms on the large windows where some chemical detergent hadn’t rinsed clean away. The scenes blurring past through the glass were all familiar for their mundane repetition along the eastern seaboard. Sometimes rows of identical houses, sometimes the iron tangle of abandoned industry. Occasionally the sleek cool of a body of water, blue and filled with secrets.

And the very next day, the weather betrayed us. Winds, rain, and an overall gloom have replaced that welcome sun in which I sat reading outside the train station mid afternoon.


LEDs and the dancing fireplace wall

Some fun lighting at Kelley’s house in Baltimore. Mini Light City right in the living room!

I got loads of photographs from installations around the Inner Harbor last night. I’ll be posting some of those soon.

In the halls of UMBC Visual Arts

It’s disconcerting to run into an oversized facsimile of my own stylized face in the halls of the university. Giving my talk on Saturday evening. Super nervous! But looking forward to it, and seeing the illuminations of Light City around the Inner Harbor.

Multidisciplinism? I’m gonna talk about it in Charm City. (update)

Poster for Elizabeth Daggar, visiting artist at the Light City Festival in Baltimore, April 2017Observations of a Visualist

If you’re in the Baltimore area for the last night of the Light City Festival on April 8 at 7:30 pm (that’s 19:30 World Time)— do join me in the at the UMBC pop-up gallery in the Inner Harbor for a chat and presentation regarding the importance of  multidisciplism (see also: generalism) in the technology-driven world of design these days.

See you in Charm City! x


A Baltimore weekend

Here are a few snaps from my trip to visit Kelley in Baltimore– a smattering flavor of the oddness and utter silliness that tends to pervade our visits; laughing til it hurts. Concocting plans like the founding of The Institute of Fun (for Higher Learning)*. Or, upon seeing a hideous and depressing structure (eg The Pavilion of Infinite Sadness), saying with no little sarcasm, “Thanks, Modernism!” Things like this just crack us up.

The laughter and silliness really don’t come through in the photos, though. (They just look kinda’ arty if you weren’t there. You’ll just have to take my word on it.)

*”With a foundation built upon the Socratic method, our approach shall render both professors and students as experiential~existential toothpicks– in short, facing questions large or small, we get up in there.

The magic hour of shifting light in Kelley's window porch
The magic hour of shifting light in Kelley’s window porch

Ancient sketch K pulled out from a swirling night of drawing back at Pratt

Painted row houses in Fell’s Point

Window pirate, skeptical on the scale of that clipper… (or perhaps on Kelley and I, staring in)

Racy cards (beer wench!), tiny chess– War of 1812 things at Fort Howard on Defender’s Day

The Pavilion of Infinite Sadness (so dubbed by the Curious Miss K)

The Logo of Infinite Irony (close-up of said pavilion)

A parade of maudlin cumulus march past in Fort Howard