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is the name of Pamela Talese’s show (til end of October) at Atlantic Gallery at 135 W 29th Street Suite 601 in Manhattan. Pamela and I share some large interests . . . like her take on Alice Oldendorff and
Hers of Penobscot Bay, now
gearing up for ice-breaking duty, and mine.
Charleston, being painted in dry dock and
fotograffed in KVK.
Pamela has worked in cold weather and
and warm to
capture the ubiquitous
changes wrought by rust and paint . . . in paint. Below, she travels to her “studio” via the paintcycle.
A description of people along the waterfront in the first chapter of Moby Dick omits a class; Melville mentions some ”posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks . . .” To do the unthinkable of completing Melville, my annotation here: ”still others women as well as men devoted to the arts, brush in hand, gazing in turn at ship and then at canvas . . or notebook, then searching with paints or inks or charcoal . . . ” Go Pamela. Go others! I love it. More waterfront art soon.