Great artists steal, so let's piggyback on AT:SF's great
idea and do the same here in New York. If you've got art to donate to an online
auction to benefit the Hall
Farm Center for Arts and Education, which sends kids from Vermont and New
York City to share their photography skills with the people of the Pine Ridge
Indian Reservation in South Dakota, please let
And no Art Month would be complete without a toast to Frank O'Hara, well-known
as the consummate "painter's poet" but less so as a student of "Spartan
chic," or so says John Ashbery in his tribute:
I too stayed at the Robinsons'
and remember admiring Frank's room for the kind of Spartan chic he always
managed to create around him. The room looked out on a courtyard of trees
and was practically bare except for an army cot and blanket and a frying
pan on the floor, used as an ashtray, an idea he got from George Montgomery,
a sort of arbiter of Spartan chic who had been at Harvard with us. Hence,
no doubt, the line: "How many trees and frying pans I've loved and
lost." There were probably reproductions from MOMA and maybe a clay
candelabra, but I don't remember them.
Even if you're somebody who doesn't especially like poetry (which is to say,
pretty much everybody, and who can blame you?), Frank O'Hara's poems are just
great role models for urbanites:
"Cosmopolitan, witty and
open to life, the poems established a tone that was two-fifths melancholy,
Artful Life." Art in America, February 2000.