My dearest friend and fellow good witch Dame Darcy had her art opening today at Sloan Fine art. Tonight, I arrived right on time at her opening and I waited (with her best friend) for her to arrive. We looked at her amazing illustrations and talked about how much we love Darcy. I have adored her work since high school and since then we have become close friends. After 40 minutes I went home and with a fresh copy of Gasoline in my arms. I can’t wait to cuddle with her drawings and her story tonight. I am so proud of her for finally publishing her book and I hope that she will have a brighter and better future once she moves out west.
Darcy, I know you are leaving New York with a broken heart but my heart will always be with you….
Gasoline original illustrations
Nov. 19th – Dec. 20th 2008
Sloan Fine Art
Gasoline art exhibition of original
illustrations from graphic novel and Gasoline painting series by Dame Darcy
128 Rivington st.
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Leo Villareal at the National Gallery of Art, Washington

Leo Villareal
Artist’s rendering of the Connecting Link
National Gallery of Art, Washington
This is the most beautiful thing I have seen today:
“Firework Drawing #14″ 2005
lit firework residue, collage on paper 41 3/4 in x 29 1/2 in
I can’t wait to see this movie (watch the trailer).

© 2007 Prima Linea Productions / Pierre Di Sciullo

© 2007 Prima Linea Productions / Charles Burns

© 2007 Prima Linea Productions / Richard McGuire

Amy Myers, Operetta Inside Atom, 2008, graphite, conte, gouache and pastel on paper, 132 x 150 inches Mike Weiss Gallery




Michael Dinges, Untitled, Dead Laptop Series, 2007
Engraved Plastic, Acrylic Paint
9.25 x 11.25 x 9.75 in
Packer Schopf Gallery, Chicago

Untitled (Diana), 2007

Untitled (Cassandra), 2008

Untitled (Last Moon), 2007

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My dreamlife is so rich and full of amazing imagery, it is often very hard for me to wake back into this world.

The Real Princess, Edmund Dulac
The Princess on the Pea
By Hans Christian Andersen
Translation by Jean Hersholt
Once there was a Prince who wanted to marry a Princess. Only a real one would do. So he traveled through all the world to find her, and everywhere things went wrong. There were Princesses aplenty, but how was he to know whether they were real Princesses? There was something not quite right about them all. So he came home again and was unhappy, because he did so want to have a real Princess.One evening a terrible storm blew up. It lightened and thundered and rained. It was really frightful! In the midst of it all came a knocking at the town gate. The old King went to open it.
Who should be standing outside but a Princess, and what a sight she was in all that rain and wind. Water streamed from her hair down her clothes into her shoes, and ran out at the heels. Yet she claimed to be a real Princess.
“We’ll soon find that out,” the old Queen thought to herself. Without saying a word about it she went to the bedchamber, stripped back the bedclothes, and put just one pea in the bottom of the bed. Then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on the pea. Then she took twenty eiderdown feather beds and piled them on the mattresses. Up on top of all these the Princess was to spend the night.
In the morning they asked her, “Did you sleep well?”
” Oh!” said the Princess. “No. I scarcely slept at all. Heaven knows what’s in that bed. I lay on something so hard that I’m black and blue all over. It was simply terrible.”
They could see she was a real Princess and no question about it, now that she had felt one pea all the way through twenty mattresses and twenty more feather beds. Nobody but a Princess could be so delicate. So the Prince made haste to marry her, because he knew he had found a real Princess.
As for the pea, they put it in the museum. There it’s still to be seen, unless somebody has taken it.
There, that’s a true story.

John Pai meticulously joins welding rods into open steel structures that develop organically as they occupy space.
Photo by Seze

Detail, Photo by Seze

Ilya Bolotowsky Trylon , 1977 (left)
Kenneth Snelson Easter Monday , 1977 (right)
Photo by Seze
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