Archive for the ‘Coffee’ Category
Dispatches from Buffalo, New York
Posted in architecture, art, art,poetry,writing, Coffee, Collage, Drawing, Ink, sketchbook, sketching, Spontaneous Constructs, Thinking with my hands, Watercolor, tagged Buffalo, cafe', coffee watercolor, collage, Ny, painting with espresso coffee, sketchbook, SOciety of Architectural Historians COnference on April 19, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
At Work
Posted in art, Artuesdays, Coffee, Drawing, Featured Artists, Link Love, Photography, Poetry, San Diego, sketchbook, Writing, tagged artist, painting, photo, Watercolor on August 21, 2012 | 2 Comments »

This photo was taken by my dear friend and photographer/artist extraordinaire Maha Comianos.
She is currently exploring the creative side of architects in her Archi * Artist Series, among many other artistic endeavors.
Check out her inspired work at:
http://www.studiomaha.com
Wabi Sabi, Dwellings for Imaginary Civilizations, Nightverses
Posted in Architecture, architecture, art, Art Gallery, art,poetry,writing, Artuesdays, Berkeley Diaries, Books, Coffee, Collage, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Featured Artists, Poetry, school, School Work, sketching, Writing, writing, tagged art, charles simonds, clay dwellings, corcovado nights, designers, dwellings for imaginary civilizations of little people, graphite drawing, new york, NYC, Poetry, poets & philosophers, sarah vaughn, wabi-sabi for artists, whitney museum on August 28, 2011 | 2 Comments »

Various Graphite Media, depicting 'Dwelling for Imaginary Civilization of Little People,1998' by Charles Simonds. Made in clay, adobe, paint and housed in the New Mexico Museum of Art. August 2011.
Wabi-sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.
It is a beauty of things modest and humble.
It is a beauty of things unconventional.
Charles Simonds began building clay villages, ruins and what he termed ” dwellings for imaginary civilizations of little people” in the 70′s, in New York.
His microscopic urban interventions at one point could be found, among others, in Paris, Venice, Shangai, Dublin.
They are now housed as prestigious artifacts in art collectors’ homes and museums (like the Whitney in NYC).
Click for more Charles Simonds’ dwellings
Watch the video: Dwellings 1972
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Salmon kisses,
I knead essays at night
dream perfect poems–
lost silver strands become your hair.
I make collages of languid bathroom quotes,
Night drunk with words,
your eyes are full of them–
nestled in the cup of your arms
like Simonds’ tiny city in a new york warehouse.
A word thief,
of raspberry essence–
the poetry of portugal:
“Your toes are
little ducks
Sita to Shiva…”
You say I’m used to you like my mandatory doppio cappuccino,
Sarah’s velvet voice,
You say my poems always have three words:
almonds, apricot, oil.
Here you go:
Downtown is on fire
Your almond eyes float like moons
Your skin is oil on water,
Berkeley, August 2011
It’s April: New Shoes for Everyone
Posted in art, art,poetry,writing, Berkeley Diaries, Books, Coffee, Drawing, Ink, San Francisco Diaries, sketchbook, sketching on April 2, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Creativity! [dedicated to you!]
Posted in art, art,poetry,writing, Coffee, Cures for the Nothing, Design, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Digital Manipulation, Drawing, Experiments, Link Love, Quotes, sketchbook, sketching, Tutorial, tagged 7ways to spark creativity, abbey ryan, abbeyryan.com, Anna Rabinowicz, art, atercolor, book, cappuccino, Coffee, creative assignments, creativity, daily inspiration, daily oil painting, danny gregory, dedication to the arts, Design, double shot, download, Drawing, ebook, february 2011 issue, february creativity challenge, filmmaker Miranda July and artist Harrell Fletcher, ghadah alkandari, illy, ink, latte macchiato, learning to love you more, Link Love, literature, Maurice Ronnet Le feu Follet - Luis Malle (1963), micheal nobbs, o, oprah magazine, Oprah on Ipad, pen drawing, philadelphia painter, Poetry, pretygreenbullet, sketchbook, Sketchbook O, sketches, sketching, st.loup secrets and lies, start to draw your life, the creative license, unquiz on February 10, 2011 | 4 Comments »
Everywhere I turn these days i see the word Creativity..could this be a sign …cause I have not been posting that much???
This post is more like…four…but so be it.
A dear student let me borrow this fantastic book: The Creative License: Giving yourself permission to be the artist you truly are. What a wonderful title. So this post, like the book is dedicated….
I believe in the energy of art, and through the use of that energy, the artist’s ability to transform his or her life and, by example, the lives of others.
Audrey Flack

Ghadah Alkandari, Goddess of Daily Goodness. This is her post from February 5,2011. Click to Ghadah.
2. Abbey Ryan @ abbeyryan.com

From Oprah's February Issue: the blog abbeyryan.com. She has posted an oil still life every day since 2007. WOW! Click to find Abbey.
3. St. Loup and his Secrets and Lies
Always thought-provoking…my virtual literary cafe’.
Drawn on Coffee
Posted in Architecture, Coffee, Poetry, Quotes, school, School Work, sketchbook, sketching, Thoughts in the alley, Uncategorized, Watercolor, Writing, tagged Carlos Fuentes, cities, city, Coffee, ink drawing, Poetry, poetry on architecture, revolution, sketch, sketchbook, urban design on January 31, 2011 | 3 Comments »
Come, let yourself fall with me into the lunar scar of our city, scratched by sewers, crystal city of vapor and mineral frost, city witness to all we forget, city of carnivorous cliffs, city of immobile pain, city of immense brevity, city of the motionless sun, city of the long burning, city of the slow fires, city up to its neck in water, city of playful lethargy, city of black nerves, city of three umbilical scars, city of yellow laughter, city of twisted stink, city between air and worms, city of ancient lights ,old city nested among birds of omen, new city next to sculpture dust, city reflection of gigantic heaven, city of dark varnish and stonework, city beneath glistening mud, city of guts and tendons, city of violated defeat, city of submissive markets, city reflecting fury city of anxious failure, city woven with amnesia….
Oh! Comfort and Joy {Sweet Nothings for an Espresso}
Posted in Coffee, Photography, tagged Coffee, morning rituals, whole foods on August 29, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

At the local Whole Foods. Couldn't resist.
Sensory overload for the coffee fiend at Whole Foods.
Can I take you all home with me?
A short, sweet poem for you today, like the piece of dark chocolate my friend Susan at Chi Chocolat used to place at the end of her black, strong espressos. A small indulgence, a titillating surprise.
Enjoy with coffee.
Finely Blended Love
by marandah
Sweet aroma; your skin
Your breath upon my chin
I offer my resolve
to drink you in
)
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L__I
Imaginaire : an evening with Magritte (and colors)
Posted in Architecture, art,poetry,writing, Artuesdays, Coffee, Design, Digital Collage, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Experiments, Link Love, School Work, Watercolor, tagged Architectural review, Architecture, Arles, Cafe' A La Carte, Coffee, Domus, Firenze, Futo Coffee, Harvard Design Guide, Inverno, la pioggia, loose watercolor techniques, Miti Aiello, Place Lamartine, Rene Magritte, Starry Sky over the Rhone, Surrealist house, University of Louisiana-Lafayette, Vijay Raghavendiran, Vincent Van Gogh, Watercolor techniques. George S. Loli, Winter in Florence on August 10, 2010 | 3 Comments »
After some meetings today I stopped by the library, Futo coffee in hand, and indulged in my favorite Architecture periodicals: Domus, Architectural Review and Harvard Design Magazine. An article on Surrealist Houses launched an expansive search on the Architecture of René Magritte; will share some of the findings here.

I've had Magritte (and collages) on my mind. Digital Manipulation on a photograph by Vijay Raghavendiran.
I am also thinking about watercolor these days: in both Freehand Drawing and Rendering and Delineation classes we are working with loose techniques. Here are some images that stopped me in my track during my quest.
Art on the Run
Posted in Architecture, Coffee, Drawing, Photography, Writing, tagged art, Bohemian Cafes, Gipsy Den Los Angeles, sketches, the anti mall, the LAB Anti-Mall on July 22, 2010 | 3 Comments »
Posting from the road, The Gipsy Cafe’ in Los Angeles. The surrealist drawing is by Amina Alkandari, part of her series ‘Love behind the Seen’. This bohemian cafe’ is located within the alternative Anti Mall in Costa Mesa.. a place uniting local businesses, local artists and designers and clever public space. Love at first sight- and more on this soon.
Here are some shots. I could go back everyday.
Lastly, drawing my students drawing.
Art and Poetry
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Books, Coffee, Design, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Featured Artists, Painting, Paper Goods, Poetry, school, Writing, tagged Antonio Machado, artists and poets, book, Bruce Matthes, Fellow artists and humanists, Poetry, poetry and art, poetry and painting, san diego, surfing on June 27, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Perhaps if we all had, every day, time for art and for poetry, just a daily dose, perhaps our lives would feel a little less hurried, a little less hectic, and time would slow down for that cup of tea in front of a vintage art book. Perhaps we could squeeze more out of our day by letting the mind lull a bit, recharge, empty itself so that we could squeeze more info, memories, ideas. How do we download the weight of each day, how do we discharge- our mind like a sieve- retaining only lessons that could benefit us, letting go of the inconsequential? Perhaps with few moments under the sun, or with nature, few breaths and a prayer.
Today I was listening to NPR and I heard a man say that it is the job of human beings to learn to let go of large quantities, and hold on to the precious little.
Antonio Machado’s poetry, according to Antelitteram, evolved to acquire with time the personal aspects of reevaluation of time, nature and feelings, until it reachead a poetry influenced by a profound interest in philosophy.
Bruce Matthes, a fellow artist and humanist , told me over coffee (what else?) about his illustrations of Antonio Machado’s poetry. I was immediately piqued, having completed a similar project- which I hope to share here soon. Bruce was kind enough to let me showcase his beautiful, lyrical work.
Click on each image to enlarge and read the poetry.
Sections of the Brokenhearted [Find another Sun]
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Coffee, Cures for the Nothing, Experiments, F R A G M E N T S, Music, NaBloPoMo, Photography, Spontaneous Constructs, tagged Architect, Architecture, coffee cups, Cornell, Espresso Cups, Gordon Matta-Clark, Illy coffee, Jeff Koons, sepia photography, tazzine collection on June 7, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Soundtrack of ‘The Center cannot hold’
Soundtrack of ‘Spooning (one. is broken)’

Gordon Matta Clark (son of an artist, trained as an architect in Cornell) Splitting 32, 1975 Five gelatin silver prints, cut and collaged 40 3/4 x 30 3/4 (103.5 x 78.1) framed Collection of Jane Crawford and Bob Fiore Courtesy the Estate of Gordon Matta-Clark and David Zwirner, New York

Gordon Matta-Clark Conical Intersect (detail) 1975 27-29, rue Beaubourg, Paris courtesy of David Zwirner, NY and the Estate of Gordon Matta-Clark
More on Gordon Matta-Clark
Coffee is my Aeroplane
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Coffee, Cures for the Nothing, Drawing, Thoughts in the alley, tagged a case of the mondays, aeroplane, Coffee, coffee is my aeroplane, les miserables, red hot chilli peppers on May 17, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

Ink on paper. May 2010.

Coffee is my aeroplane (The Mondays). Ink on paper. May 2010
I too am having one of those days weeks. Monday with Les Misérables. Something about the number 17, a confounded number that brings misfortune and mishaps in Italian lore.
Coffee is one of those rituals that encourages pondering, aids concentration–perhaps even mindfulness– and never fails, at least for this aficionada, to lift the spirit.
Sometimes, some days, a trusty coffee travel mug may just be your aeroplane.
Waiting for Godot
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Coffee, Digital Collage, Writing, tagged craigslist, dan brown, facebook withdrawals, lcd monitors, photoshop, precariousness, serendipity, television static, the lost symbol, waiting for godot, wayne dyer, work in progress, yoga on May 5, 2010 | Leave a Comment »

Waiting for Godot | Static Head. Digital Collage. May 5th, 2010
What have you been doing? I’ve been reading about Utopian Architecture and speaking Art with my wonderful students. I’ve been breaking LCD monitors and buying inferior ones on Craigslist (which does not have a return policy). I have decluttered my place, simplified my life (hello facebook/Big Brother withdrawals), embraced yoga and precariousness. I have been watching Weeds, and pondering its message on the contemporary (post-modern?) condition, worthy of a dissertation– I swear sometimes (some of) San Diego feels like a collection of ticky tacky boxes and ticky tacky condos. Now that my beloved nokia is out of commission and I embrace,nay, celebrate my coffee addiction I am feeling a kinship to the soccer mom protagonist, with my coffee mug and old motorola flip phone {argh}.
I have been making lists, and will get there…someday…somewhere. …work in progress…
I have been listening to Dan Brown’s ‘The Lost Symbol” and marveled about how close the initial message is to Wayne Dyer’s. The image above is inspired by a passage in the book: incidentally today I had coffee with a true-to-life Myth and Symbols professor.
Life has been serendipitous.
Mainly, I have been waiting for Godot.
Artuesday: An Ode to Coffee| A New Water Bottle
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Artuesdays, Coffee, Design, Drawing, Graphic Design, tagged Brugo Travel Mug, Coffee, Coffee Travel Mug, Espresso Cups, Pantone Mugs, Raya Cofee Travel Mug, Starbucks DoubleShot, Trudeau Cool DOwn Water Bottle, Water Bottle on March 9, 2010 | 4 Comments »

Starbucks Doubleshot can. Ink on trace. 2009

Starbucks Doubleshot can. Ink and markers on trace. 2009

Espresso Cup at Martha's. Graphite on paper. 2009

Espresso Cup at Martha's II. Ink on paper. 2009
I wanted to share some of the things that make life better:
1. A water bottle that makes you happy and keeps you cool for hours.
2. a coffee mug that offers you coffee at ideal temperature with new technology
… or just looks thermally good (mine is orange)
3. Beautiful Pantone Mugs to brighten your day.
A [visual] parting note…censored
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Coffee, digital collage, photography, writing, architecture, Drawing, Kuwaiti Diaries, Spontaneous Constructs, tagged Casper & Gambini, Censorship, Coffee, collage, graphite, Kuwait, Kuwait City, Kuwait malls, Low-tech, The Avenues, Tracing Paper on February 1, 2010 | 1 Comment »

Ink on tracing paper. Kuwait, January 2010. The scene at the bottom is what I saw-or decided to see- at The Avenues, the most popular mall in Kuwait City. There is nothing like seeing photography and drawings from a trip abroad to let it sink in that all reality is subjective, and we choose to see what we want to. We just don't realize it in our own backyard.
This was my small parting gift to my art-sister Ghadah. I went to Kuwait without a proper gift for her, so I thought I would leave her with a low-tech collage, on tracing paper, of my trip. In keeping with the theme of censorship, which fascinated me- and was the basis for a project of a good friend of Ghada’s-I smudged the personal writing. Censorship frustrates me, and in some cases, puzzles me (especially the haphazard application of it); in other it surprises me- when the censor shows some obvious artistic abilities and inclinations- and I wanted to explore this in something I made. Seeing blurred information makes me feel denied.
(Mis)Using the name of a british band, Does It Offend You, Yeah?
Starbucks’ Indiscretions
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Coffee, Drawing, Graphic Design, tagged Coffee, collage, Drawing, gift card holder, ink drawing, knit, pouch, sewing, starbucks gift card on December 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Ink and graphite on paper. December 2009.
I stole took this beautiful knitted giftcard holder from Starbucks the other day.
The cards are also art objects in themselves- i love the micro-cards and their micro-holders.


Coffee Culture
Posted in art,poetry,writing, Coffee, Drawing, Poetry, tagged cafe de la presse, cafe', Coffee, coffee & culture, culture, Futo Coffee, graphite, ink, masking letters, moments of urbanity, newschool of architecture and design, pilot pen, san francisco, urban moments on November 19, 2009 | 2 Comments »
San Francisco – Cafe’ De La Presse
Legendary Literary Cafe’ a stone’s throw from the French Embassy. The staff’s uniforms were très French, the atmosphere European, and the cappuccino was ….flawless.

Collage, Pilot Pen on Paper

Pilot Pen on Paper. November 2009
All photographs taken with Lumix (Panasonic) camera, Leica wide lens.






San Diego: Newschool of Architecture and Design – Cafe’ A la Carte
Bringing coffee, culture and ‘moments of urbanity ‘, as Francisco Sanin, a dear professor in Syracuse|Florence, used to say.
The passage/hallway is transformed in a piazzetta; Adam, the owner, strums his guitar, chats with customers.
Brings book such as ‘Reading Lolita in Tehran’, and Russian lit.

Our very own coffee cart @ NewSchool: Cafe' A la Carte. Pilot pen, Graphite and Prismacolor white pencil on paper. November 2009
Arabic Coffee
Naomi Shihab Nye
It was never too strong for us:
make it blacker, Papa,
thick in the bottom,
tell again how the years will gather
in small white cups,
how luck lives in a spot of grounds.
Leaning over the stove, he let it
boil to the top, and down again.
Two times. No sugar in his pot.
And the place where men and women
break off from one another
was not present in that room.
The hundred disappointments,
fire swallowing olive-wood beads
at the warehouse, and the dreams
tucked like pocket handkerchiefs
into each day, took their places
on the table, near the half-empty
dish of corn. And none was
more important than the others,
and all were guests. When
he carried the tray into the room,
high and balanced in his hands,
it was an offering to all of them,
stay, be seated, follow the talk
wherever it goes. The coffee was
the center of the flower.
Like clothes on a line saying
You will live long enough to wear me,
a motion of faith. There is this,
and there is more.



















































































