• Abbas Orumchian in Balance

    LT | Aug 27, 2015

    “You don’t want to write about me -- I’m a nobody,” Abbas had bashfully protested when I’d asked him for an interview a year ago. I remember grinning an “ok” and heading off to find someone else to write about. What did I know, maybe he really was a nobody. Still, as his studio neighbor, I figured time would reveal who he was, and boy, did it ever!

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  • Neil Murphy, Working the Edge

    LT | Jul 20, 2015

    My first meeting with Neil Murphy was back in 1991 when he was a young father and our children were playmates. He worked holed up in a dark vine-covered garage in the backyard of his home in Burlingame. He would emerge every now and then for coffee and a jaunty word, then disappear back into his work.

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  • 2D 3D Print Explorations Continue

    LT | May 18, 2015

    One would think life would slow down after the exciting Open Studios weekend (the first few days in May), but PMA/PAI is still brimming with activity as of Sunday, May 17. PAI studio artists, relaxed and inspired by the weekend’s spirited connections, were immediately back to work that first week, sanding, banging, steaming, and swishing with their various tools.

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  • All Doors Open May 1, 2, 3

    LT | Apr 9, 2015

    It’s always exciting to feel the rev-up for an Open Studios weekend. There’s a sense of abstraction on the faces of the artisans, even while they pop in with the normal hi’s and hey’s. One feels that something new and exciting is hovering in the background, needling away, demanding attention. I look around and register the excitement, not only at PAI, but in the museum as well.

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  • Behind the Art of Ann Dinapoli

    LT | Mar 17, 2015

    The first studio on the Upper Level of PAI welcomes the visitor with an exterior wall display comfortably arranged with the art of studio occupant Ann Dinapoli. One piece that immediately attracts my attention appears from a distance to be a somewhat ethereal abstraction of delicate autumn leaves in motion. On closer inspection I realize it is actually a beautiful image of dead or dying bees.

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  • Finding Rocks with Teresa Hsu

    LT | Feb 21, 2015

    Who doesn’t love smooth, wet, colorful rocks? I definitely do, having grown up near a wild river peppered with all sorts of beautifully sculpted stones. The artist down the hall, Teresa Hsu, also loves these playful shapes.

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  • Carvajal and van der Rijn Move In

    LT | Jan 30, 2015

    We have two additional studios at PAI this year, the spaces opening up when the Peninsula Museum of Art reconfigured the building’s storage space. Located just inside PAI’s west hall, through the back PMA door, the two new workspaces are now in full artistic activity.

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  • Caught in the Dark with Voogel

    LT | Jan 8, 2015

    Going into human darkness is no longer something I really want to do. I’ve seen enough dark in my day to skirt around the edges of it, looking in from a telescopically safe distance. But every now and then I risk entering straight in. Two days ago it was reading an in-depth story about the Mexican children who were murdered last year for political reasons.

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  • BJ Stevenson, Spirit of Sculpture

    LT | Nov 14, 2014

    I’m short. She’s shorter. The quiet understated power that comes out of this woman, this BJ Stevenson, it’s fascinating. Is this power emanating from her hair? How can hair be so white? Is it a halo? Not when she’s cranky, that’s for sure, but I don’t know, there’s something about her that’s always, well, white. Diaphanous white. And so down to earth at the same time.

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  • The Treasures Carried Forward

    LT | Oct 30, 2014

    The aftermath of an Open Studios can be a bit unnerving. More than a month of intense work goes into this major weekend production. The two days whirl by quickly with noisy expectations all around. Strangers arrive to view art, to ask questions, to opine, and perhaps to buy. By Sunday at 5pm the artists are exhausted. They trundle their empty snack bowls home.

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