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The Writing and Art of Andrew Thornton
http://andrew-thornton.blogspot.com
This is a place to read about the everyday creative processes that go into making my work. You can read all about what I'm doing in the studio or if I decided to have oatmeal for breakfast or what I'm thinking at 4:33 AM.
- Added on: Apr 9th, 2007
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Andrew Thornton
- Listed in: Artists Visual Arts
- Tags: art painting drawing diary New York City collage
Recent Posts
Into the Mystic...
Artist, Jeremiah Ketner, is participating in a group show at Gallery 1988 in San Francisco called, Into the Mystic. The opening reception for the exhibit is this Friday, November 13th, 7-10PM. Since I'll be in town for the BABE (Bay Area Bead Extra...
For the Lady of the Castle of the Plucked Eye and Heart...
I re-read some passages from Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell by Susanna Clarke and kept coming back to the scenes with the Lady of the Castle of the Plucked Eye and Heart. I probably should heed my mother's warnings of never reading before bed, b...
Popularity...
I have been struggling internally of what to do about an email I received. I have decided to address the major issue here, as I know she is a blog reader. I'm not going to go into the details of the letter, just that it rubbed me the wrong way. I ...
The Charm Club...
Last year, a friend had a wonderful idea! She suggested that I start my own Charm Club. I had a lot of fun and worked out the kinks from the first go around, and am ready to have another go at it. If you're not familiar with The Charm Club, it's k...
Cake for Breakfast...
The kitchen is unpacked and I decided to celebrate by making a cake. I made a butter cake with a butter cream frosting. I topped the cake off with apricots that I stewed with vanilla beans and spices and then soaked in rum. I boiled down the remai...
When the Cold Comes...
I once lived in a doll factory. The first two floors were devoted to the production of dolls and the top two floors were renovated into huge loft spaces. It was in a cheerless part of town, what they refer to as an industrial park. The cold seemed...
