“FRESSER” means glutton in Yiddish. Our year-end trip to New York City offered the opportunity to indulge in great kosher foods, music, theatre, bookstores, and the intense street life that pulses 24 hours day and night. NYC is always a documentary in black and white, I should have been wandering the streets in the mid 1940s near the Cedar Street Bar where de Kooning, Rothko, Newman, Kline, Reinhardt and a host of other painters, sculptors, poets and writers would argue. I’m sure some of the conversation would center around Kandinsky and his passages into non-objective art. The Guggenheim museum celebrating its 50th anniversary, was filled with more than 100 of his paintings.
As it turns out, Irene Guggenheim, Vasily Kandinsky, Hilla Rebay, and Solomon R. Guggenheim were all together in Dessau, Germany in July 1930. The show we witnessed in December cemented the symbiotic relationship between Wright’s brilliant museum and Kandinsky’s intelligent imagination. It was a challenging day starting with the artist’s last works at the top of the museum and slowly working our way down to the main floor taking in Kandinsky’s earliest works.
Brynna knows New York. I’m the tourist but as previously stated I’m sure I had an earlier existential life attempting to reconcile the duality of operating as artist and designer. My eyes scan the sidewalks, alleys, signage and especially the new Halls ads inside the subway on the way back to Queens, where it was still possible to find great accommodations for 90 dollars. Who cares if the view across the street was a cab depot with strange goings-on at 2AM.
Wow, I felt right at home peering at those large red noses and for the first time I felt as if I was part of an elite tribe. Speaking of tribes, Seth Godin’s Tribes is perfect airplane passenger reading.
Books, bookstores and newsstands abound, but nothing is like experiencing the New York Public Library reading room. The space is filled with the DNA and history of artists, writers, musicians, scientists, literary people and Joe off the street. More than 150 years old, the library is now a blend of laptops and very large dictionaries perched on the stately reading tables.
Renzo Piano’s New York Times building was a site to behold. Even more valuable was the chance to catch up with one of my past students, Jeremy Ziler. Originally a successful Fine Arts graduate, he wanders the vast open spaces like Citizen Cane. He’s the blog master and fully understands publishing and communications in the 21st century. No one denies the tactile pleasures of ink on paper but our digital environment is here to stay, like it or not. Piano’s design is featured in this documentary by Annie Leibovitz, Building the Times.
Finally it was time for theatre and the opportunity to experience the Tony Award winning performance, God of Carnage by French playwright Yasmina Reza. Actors Christine Lahti, Annie Potts, Jimmy Smits and Ken Stott staged a biting comedy about two urban couples attempting to maturely resolve an altercation that occurred between their 11-year-old sons in a neighborhood park. Brynna my partner in love, art and religion argued about the minimalist stage with large textured oblique wall and the surrounding red Rothkoesque environment. I celebrated the stagecraft but changed my opinion after listening carefully to Brynna who designs for the theatre professionally.
More than 4 weeks have passed since returning from NYC, but I still feel like my brain has yet to be unpacked.














I CONTINUE TO BE AMAZED by the number of Facebook and Twitter users who remain faceless. Do you get annoyed when you do a search and see a very long line of anonymous silhouettes who can’t speak? In the last few months I’ve also been in a few scuffles with people who see no use for social networks. This is probably the fate of the faceless, they tried and then gave up. Perhaps it’s time to stop extolling the real benefits of electronic communities and work on my digital makeup. After all why worry about faces if there’s no story, no vision, no history, no values, no promises. Argue with me but I’m not sure there’s any value in tweeting the virtues of getting out of a cold shower, shaving under your arms with a new razor, (unless it was the best experience of your life and you name your brand) or taking the dog for a walk. I’m jealous of the Michelin Man, his face is so simple, so smooth, and so recognizable. Most important, Michelin Man represents a very compelling story every time the rubber meets the road. The moral of this story–Who are you, Why do you tweet and, Why is it important? Marty Neumeier has taught me more about storytelling than anyone I can think of. Here are three of Neumeier’s books well worth the read. 
SISTER MARY CORITA KENT came to my attention in Boston last week while I was browsing monographs on artists and designers in Brattle Book Shop. I picked up a large format book in a black binding with a beautiful white signature, “Corita.” Born 1918, in Fort Dodge, Iowa; Frances Kent moved to Vancouver in 1920 and Los Angeles in 1922. Entering the Sisters of Immaculate Heart of Mary in 1936 as Sister Mary Corita, she attended Immaculate Heart College, and received her Masters Degree in Art History from the University of Southern California in 1951. Sister Corita taught art and was Chair at Immaculate Heart College until 1968. She left the Order in 1968 and moved to Boston to practice as a designer and artist. A lifelong social activist, Mary Kent developed a loyal following of luminaries such as, Buckminster Fuller, Charles and Ray Eames, Ben Shahn, and Daniel and Philip Berrigan. Buckminster Fuller described his visit to her classes as “among the most fundamentally inspiring experiences of my life.” On Sept. 18, 1986 Corita finally lost her battle with cancer and died in her own home. Visit