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Ireland: Part 2

On our second day in Dublin, we were going to visit a plethora of museums. We accidentally overslept and missed breakfast at the hotel so we ended up at a tea shop called Queen of Tarts. We had delicious chocolate chip scones and breakfast tea, the best way to wake up in the morning.

Our first stop of the day was the National Leprechaun Museum. We couldn’t help ourselves. On our honeymoon, we ended up at the Loch Ness Center and Exhibition, which was delightful. So naturally, we had to go to this one. It’s less scientifically based than the former; it really was a museum about stories of leprechauns. But it’s delightfully silly at times. At one point, we had to walk through a tunnel that would shrink us to the size of a leprechaun. When we emerged from the tunnel, we found ourselves in a room with oversized chairs and tables. It was fun climbing up on the oversized furniture. Later, we even had a chance to try to steal some gold. Alas, we failed. Some of the stories we were told were really dark. Leprechauns are apparently cobblers who like to force fairies to dance to wear out their shoes. Sounds silly but those stories can be really something. All in all, we enjoyed ourselves. It wasn’t the most substantive museum but it was worth a visit.

Our next stop was the Dublin Writers Museum. It goes into a little detail about a lot of the Dublin based writers. I never knew that Playboy of the Western World had originally caused riots. What a world! You really get a sense of Dublin’s literary scene beyond James Joyce. It’s where I first learned of Brendan Behan who called himself “a drinker with a writing problem.”  It’s not the most state of the art museum but it definitely has some worthwhile things to see and learn.

The final museum of the day was the National Museum of Ireland – Archaeology. One of it’s most noted objects is the beautiful Tara brooch, a golden treasure. They had a lovely exhibit on the Battle of Clontarf, a battle between the Irish and Viking. It’s told as a tale of Ireland ridding itself of Viking rule but it’s waaaay more complicated than that. There were alliances between both sides that make it hard to divide it in such black and white terms. I didn’t know a great deal about the relationship between the Vikings and the Irish, aside from tales of monasteries being burned and looted by the Vikings. However, the museum did make the point that a lot of these monasteries were likely burned by the local Irish as much or even more than by roving invaders. Ah, who writes the history…

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Because the wicked never rest, we then did a Guinness tour. I’m not a Guinness fan at all but I was curious to see their headquarters. It’s really a giant building of steel and glass. They’ve shaped the interior of the building like the biggest Guinness glass in the world. You start from the bottom and learn about the ingredients of Guinness, through the science of making the beer, the tales of the barrel making, and even how to properly drink a Guinness. That part was one of the more Willy Wonka aspects of the factory. We were brought into a white room with four pedestals that had different smelling smoke emanating from each of them. Each represented the core components of a Guinness. We were given a tiny shot glass and asked to go into another room to discuss the proper tasting technique. Unfortunately, there was a stag party that wouldn’t leave and kept taking shots of Guinness. The woman behind the counter was trying to patiently but firmly move them along. At one point, my husband said to her, “So they’ll be the first to go into the river.” She smiled.

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The next room was a recreation of a 19th century parlor room with dark wall paper, elegant paintings and a chandelier. Again, there were pedestals where you could sit your glass. It was all a little surreal. My favorite part of the tour was the gallery of old Guinness Advertisements. I love the branding they’ve put together. The ostriches, the running man, etc. It’s rather delightful. We capped our visit with drinking a Guinness in their glass rotunda, the tallest point in Dublin. It made me realize how different Dublin was from London; I didn’t see skyscrapers!

We then hurried back to central Dublin for our Irish Writer’s Pub Crawl. I had done this when I was 19 with my parents. I loved it then and loved it now. We started in a pub near some key places in James Joyce’s Ulysses where our tour guides did a lovely scene from Waiting for Godot. We wandered from location to location where we heard incredible stories or small segments of amazing works of literature. Highly recommend it.

That’s all for now!

 

Ireland: Part 1

For the next few weeks, I’ll talk about our week long driving tour of Ireland. It was a week of art, hiking, and lots of Irish music. Everything a girl could want.

Our trip started with a few days in Dublin. We arrived early on Saturday and took the bus into the city. It dropped us off about a block and half away from our hotel. We were staying off Dame Street, a main thoroughfare that felt like a combination of tourist and student central. We threw our bags down, as is our custom, and ran off to explore the city.

First, we needed to get lunch. We wandered a little bit, passing a little farmer’s market with a display of cheeses that I would regret not tasting for the rest of the trip. We went to a little cafe that had a glorious display of different hot chocolates. I was disappointed that their orange and cinnamon chocolate was not available; i had a caramel chocolate, which was okay.

Next, we headed off to Trinity College to see the Book of Kells. I had been in Dublin once in 2005 but we had missed seeing the Book of Kells because it was Christmas season and it was closed. As a lover of illuminated manuscripts, I was very keen on seeing it. There was a bit of a line but it went quickly. There is a room filled with explanations of everything from the ink, the binding, to the illuminated alphabet. I was thrilled that you can actually get up close to the Book of Kells. It’s crowded but you can make your way in and get really close. There is such an incredible amount of detail that no photo can do it justice. Several folks said it wasn’t the bees knees but they were wrong. It was well worth the wait.

After the Book of Kells, there is the delightful Long Room, a two story library with so many leather bound books. There’s even the harp that inspired the one Euro coin. When I asked one of the guards how one gets to the second story, he said, “Walk.” While it may sounds snotty, it was delightful and dry; I was reminded that Ireland is know for the gift of the gab. We chatted with him for awhile before making our way to St. Stephen’s Green.

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What a wonderful park! Talk about the greenery of Ireland. Ponds, playgrounds, and picnics. Everything a proper park needs. Apparently, during the Easter Rising, the Irish Citizen Army took over St. Stephen’s Green, a key strategic point. However, each day during the fighting, there would be a ceasefire to allow James Kearney, the park’s gamekeeper, to feed the ducks.

I wandered around a little bit afterwards and found what I think is a Luigi themed Stag party. This made me immensely happy.

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Plus many pub signs had extremely clever booze related messages. A sampling:

That evening, we were going to fight against jet lag by going on a ghost walk. As regular readers of this blog know, this is standard fare for trips with my husband. Ghost walks are a fun way to get to know a city and hear some great stories. This walking tour did not disappoint. The best story was about the ghost of Jonathan Swift. He was the Deacon of St. Patrick’s Cathedral and would regularly walk between the two cathedrals up a flight of stairs where beggars and prostitutes were known to ply their trade. He had pockets full of coins that he would give to people as he strode the stairs. After his death, beggars would find their cups with coins on them when no one came by. Those coins are attributed to Swift, making him the first philanthropic ghost I’ve heard of. (Well, a philanthropic ghost giving people things they want).

We ended the night with an attempt at some Irish music near our hotel. It was astonishing to see how many pubs and restaurants advertised Irish music. We walked in to some lovely fiddling tunes but as soon as we ordered a pint of cider, the music turned into US country music. Or covers of country songs. While I actually had a fondness for country, this was not quite what I was hoping for!

That’s all for now!

Boston 2017: Part 3

We awoke to our third and final day in Cambridge. For those of you keeping count, that is a different place each night. Our first night was in Boston, second in Westport, and third in Cambridge. And as luck would have it, we spent our first day in Cambridge and our final day in Boston!

We headed to the one of the finest museums in the country: the Boston Museum of Fine Arts. Due to the generosity of our friend, we had passes to go and were able to bypass the incredible line outside to get in. What a place. We started in the brief exhibition of paintings by Renaissance Grandmaster Raphael. Very few of works ever make their way to America. While small, it did have some really exquisite pieces of his work along with some of his contemporaries. Here, his work outshined them all.

Our next stop was a gallery of musical instruments, which I adored. There was a piano with blue white Wedgewood decorations, crazily shaped horns, and a wooden case filled with glasses that you filled with water and played! Next to the gallery was a little exhibition about revivalist jewelry; different eras of history became fashionable in jewel form.

The main special exhibition was an interesting pairing of Matisse’s paintings with the objects he owned and featured in said paintings. It had gotten really good reviews. It was thought-provoking to see certain objects depicted in multiple paintings but many weren’t his most interesting works. They did have some wonderful paintings of wall hangings and Moroccan chairs etc. that were worthwhile. You really got to see his passion for color jump out. It ended with some drawings of robes he made for the Matisse Chapel in Vence, one of my all-time favorite chapels!

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We spent the next hour or so wandering the museum as our whims took us. We ended up in the American wing to see some gigantic photos of Washington. I personally fell in love with this portraitist; I had seen his work earlier in an exhibition about food at the art Institute. This painting of a young boy and his pet squirrel made me particularly happy.

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We also ended up in the section of American indigenous art (in the same wing as the other American art!). I loved that they had incorporated some contemporary Native American art into the gallery of Native American artifacts. I always love seeing the juxtaposition of tradition and interpretation. This piece by Stan Natchez, inspired directly by Picasso’s Guernica, was particularly striking.

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By popular demand, we headed to the impressionist wing to check out the Monet’s. I found another one of Degas’ ballerinas, one of my favorite sculptures. The Art Institute has one. And so did the Harvard Art Museums. Two on one trip!

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We ended our trip to the museum with a brief foray into the contemporary art wing where I got to see a lovely Kara Walker and a Guerilla Girls piece. Next time, we’ll have to spend more time here.

We had a final lunch of sushi at a nearby restaurant and then headed to the airport.

It was a good but exhausting trip. Next time, we might try to stay put in one place and see a little bit more of Boston itself.

That’s all!

Boston 2017: Part 2

We began our second day of our trip adventuring in Rhode Island. After a good night’s sleep after the delightful dinner party, we awoke to the sounds of nature, bird calls and wind rustling through the trees. As a group, we decided to start the day with a visit to an annual local photography exhibition and then a hike through the woods. We’d have lunch at a nearby winery and then make our way back to Boston.

The local photography exhibition was held in the second floor of a public building in a local town. There were about 30 photographs; many focused on the theme of nature. Some of them were pretty good; one depicted stones and leaves, imprinted on a beach. One of the winning photos depicted a photograph to which one of our hosts noted that it was a little stereotypical given that we were in New England.

Our next stop was hiking in a nearby forest. The first part of the hike was perfect. The sun filtered through the explosion of green leaves; nearby ponds were bursting with life. Wooden planks shielded us from the wet path. We came to a large pond or lake with little nesting houses for local sea birds. It was nature at her best.


With the goodwill inspired by the first hike, we ventured off path into the grass to check out another part of the lake. Quickly the terrain became muddy and trickier to navigate. We did see some lovely birds and one or two snakes. But after about 10 minutes, we decided to turn back since the path became even thicker with mud. And then that’s when we noticed the ticks. Our friend had mentioned that it had been a boon year for them so we weren’t completely unaware of it. But it soon became a tickpocalypse. For the first time ever, I found two ticks on my pants, which we quickly dispensed of. Others in the part found a multitude more including a record of five off of my husband. Apparently, there are three independent factors for a healthy crop of ticks. First is a wet spring; the second, an explosion in population of mice (possibly dormice); and third, an increase in deer. Sadly, all three happened at once so it was tickapolooza.

We then decided to head off to the winery. We had been told by several people that the wine wasn’t the best but they had tasty food. But we soldiered on, keen to try it. I’d been to very few wineries so it seemed like a fun thing to do. When we got there, we were told that there was a wait for food. Half our party decided to go elsewhere. We decided to do a wine tasting while we waited. When we paid for our wine tasting, the cashier pointed out that my husband had a tick on his back. However, he was too busy killing a tick on the cuff of his shirt. He proceeded to find two more additional ticks during our time at the winery and a fifth when we got home and did a tick check.

The wine… it wasn’t the best, unfortunately. Each wine did have a neat associated graphic design that I appreciated. We did have a nice time chatting and enjoying the convivial atmosphere. We finally were seated and the food was rather tasty. I had some flatbread that included fig jam. Everything tastes better with fig jam.
We briefly stopped off at our host’s house to pack up and throw our hiking clothes in the dryer to get rid of any residual ticks. Then it was off back to Cambridge to return the car and then to Boston to meet our friends. We had dinner at an old fashioned Italian restaurant Marliave that was great. They had a wondrous selection of cocktails; I only wish we had time to linger there. We had an appointment for a ghost tour.

As any reader of this blog knows, we always try to go on a ghost tour no matter where we visit. This was no exception. We ran to the graveyard where the tour began and caught it just before it head off to its first stop. It was a delightful tour, focusing largely on the Boston Green. We heard tales of residual ghosts in a graveyard, a man whose burned remains were found in a toilet at an institution of learning, an accused witch hung from a tree. My favorite story was about a highwayman who decided to write the story of his life and give the book, bound in HIS OWN FLESH, to the man who caught him. It currently resides in the Boston Athenaeum. Next time we are in Boston we have to go this library (not just because of this but because the library is supposed to be lovely). We ended in the Omni Parker House that had a variety of stories of angry ghosts making life for visitors unpleasant. The best was a story of a mirror owned by Charles Dickens on the second floor. Naturally, when the tour dispersed, we made our way there to check it out. It was pretty neat.

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We ended the night at a gastropub with a healthy beer selection with our friends.

That’s all for now!

Boston 2017

Our next trip was a wondrously busy trip to Boston over Memorial day weekend. We met friends of ours living in and around Boston for three days – each night in a different place! The next few weeks, I’ll talk about our crazy adventures.

We arrived late Friday night to Boston. After throwing our bags in room, we ran off with our friend to check out late night Boston. We took a stroll through the Boston Common and Public Green at 11 o’clock at night. We saw the sculpture erected for the ducks from Make Way For Ducklings. They apparently do put little hats and other apparel on them from time to time.

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He took us to Stoddard’s Fine Food & Ale. The building was built in 1868 where it has changed hands and functions over the years. It was first Chandler’s Corset Store, then Stoddard’s Fine Cutlery and Home, and now a cocktail bar. It has hints of its former lives – corsets on the walls, metal studs, and even has lamps from the Boston transit system. My “Hotel Trianon” was deceptively sweet and filled with actual fruit. I say deceptively sweet because it really masked the alcohol content!

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Afterwards, we ventured to a nearby wine bar that was closing soon. I had some sparkly (as per my custom), catching up nicely with our friend that we staying with (for the night).

The next day, we strolled around the shops of Beacon Hill, notable for their required wooden sign hanging outside. Even the Starbucks and other modern establishments needed such a sign. We found a little shop selling prints and drawings of times gone by that was like a little museum. It had maps of Boston, New England in general, and more.

Our next stop as Cambridge, MA to see a tango show with my friends from graduate school. A quick transit ride took us there and we wandered through the bustling campus (the Harvard commons) to the Harvard Art Museums. Museums because they merged several art museums into one building in the past few years. I have a huge fondness for university museums since they are often gems with unusual things. These museums had an impressive collection for a university museum – Degas, Matisse, Matisse, Franz Marc, etc. They also had a good collection of Chinese ceramics, Islamic art, and Medieval art. This calligraphy piece of Ali ibn Abi Talib signed by Ibrahim Danishpishah Zarinqalam was particularly impressive. What mastery of the craft to create a drawing of a person with words. 1000 words, eh?

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IMG_4566Next stop was the tango show with our friends. I was super excited for the show Arribal. It was a tango show about the history of the disappeared in Argentina. I am particularly fond of art and politics! Plus I had lived in Buenos Aires for a month so it felt a little like a homecoming. AT moments, it was very powerful in its depiction of political violence – people being dragged off my cops, hooded. The basic premise was that a father was disappeared by the police and his daughter later tries to find out what happened to him. This is where it got a little odd. She ends up at a tango club owned by her father’s friend because he wants to talk to her. Then there’s a random sex party in the middle of it, which seemed out of place. The writers/choreographers felt that the play also needed to be about her awakening as a woman…or something. Really random and out of tone with the rest of it. But it was still worth seeing; I did have tears in my eyes at moments. But yeah, no random sex parties.

Then it was time to drive out to Westport, MA. Yes, Westport, MA. Our friend’s family has a house there and we were going for a birthday party for a friend. We got into the car and drove the hour and a half to Westport. We passed this wonderful fork in the road. That night, we had a lovely dinner party with friends of the family.

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What an excellent first full day!

That’s all for now!

Part 3: Spring in Manhattan

The following day began at the Met, one of my favorite museums. It’s got an incredible collection but is rather overwhelming. I try to get into my head that we are only going to visit a few things because seeing the entire museum would be impossible.

Our first stop was a Seurat and circus exhibit. The exhibit featured Circus Sideshow, one of Seurat’s masterpieces, along with circus posters, other contemporary circus paintings, and sketches. It was nice to see some great circus posters from Cheret, a nice follow up to the Driehaus museum’s current exhibition. I was hoping for more of Seurat’s circus paintings since I’d had seen some really amazing works elsewhere but alas.

We then went to the rooftop garden at the Met. Every year they have an artist do some outdoor installation, which is always neat. This year’s piece was spectacular. Adrián Villar Rojas took 3D scans of pieces all over the museum, printed them, and created these sculptural collages. THey are laid out throughout the garden, some on tables, some freestanding. It’s called “The Theater of Disappearance.” I love juxtaposing things, like ancient Egyptian busts with animal parts or Ancient Greek torso. All while overlooking the beauty of Central Park and the NYC skyline. It could also be a great scavenger hunt, tracking down the pieces in the collection!

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We also visited the exhibit on ancient China featuring some incredible terracotta soldiers. Seeing them is always a treat. Someday I’ll make it to Xian to see the site! What I liked in particular about the exhibition was the sheer number of other artifacts that were included. There was a series of beautifully carved women dancing or playing instruments while another room featured animal sculptures. Wondrous!

After our brief visit to the museum, since any visit is brief at the Met, it was time to head to Broadway for a matinee of War Paint. To get there, we ended up passing by the Tax Rally (it was 4/15) and we saw some amazing puppets and signs. We had $1 pizza at a joint just off Times Square. Tasty tasty pizza.

War Paint is a musical about make up rivals, Helena Rubinstein and Elizabeth Arden, and their decades long feud. It was interesting to see corporate sabotage and competition played out in a musical. I’m not sure if I loved the message of the musical (you’ll just have to see it) but it definitely had some pretty neat scenes and dances.

After the play, we decided to head to a new place for us: the Morgan Library. I had come across it a few months prior and it seemed like our cup of team. It turned out that it was JP Morgan’s library. What an astonishing collection. The main library room is breathtaking. Rows and floors of books with two secret staircases taking you to the upper floors. Also, we found some pretty neat books that make you wonder about their contents!  There were some exhibitions as well on display including works by Emily Dickinson and Symbolist poets. But the rooms themselves were well worth it. It’s a research library and it made me appreciate how awesome Chicago’s own Newberry library is. Here, it’s free to check out books etc. Morgan Library requires a hefty entry ticket.

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Dinner turned into a bit of an adventure! We had reservations to Tao, a fashionable Asian cuisine place near the hotel. When we walked in, the loud overhead music enveloped us. It was all very hip looking and made me feel a bit out of place. When we sat down to eat, we learned that there was nothing, absolutely nothing, on the menu that my mom could eat. Apparently, they premake things like steaks. :-/

So we left. We found a tiny quiet Italian place called Montebello where we were the only people at the beginning of the evening. The food was tasty, we could talk, and the staff were extremely nice. They overheard me talking about how my glass of Prosecco was such much better at their place than the place from the night before so they comped us limoncello! And there were cookies too. So go to Montebello, skip Tao.

Then more adventure!  had tried calling the number on the black card from the night before but couldn’t get through for an hour. At 5pm (an hour after they opened and I started calling), I was informed that there were only taking walk-ins; they were catering to a larger party. Boo. I found the name of a speakeasy called Bathtub Gin in Chelsea that took reservations.  Bathhouse Gin was going to be the place.

We entered through a hole in the wall coffee place, serving as the coatroom. As soon as we stepped in, the noise rose up like a wall. Loud pounding music. But we trekked on. We had a little table and ordered from their cocktail menu, which is always a hit or miss. One thing was a sure fire hit though: s’mores. It wasn’t going to be high quality chocolate or marshmallows but we couldn’t resist. They actually brought us an open brazier with Hershey’s chocolate, graham crackers, and marshmallows. It was amazing. We even convinced the table next to us to do it too.

Plus there was a golden bathtub that you can get into. And we totally took photos lounging in the bathtub. Because golden bathtub!

That’s all for now!

You Are Beautiful

A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of interviewing Matthew Hoffman, the creator and “custodian” of You Are Beautiful. You’ve probably seen the little silver sticker with the words “You Are Beautiful” around Chicago or seen the large signs popping up on fences with the same message.

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ES: How would you describe the work you do?

MH: I like to call it public installation or public art.

ES: Do you consider yourself a street artist?

MH: Definitely in the early day, all the stuff was done without permission. [I’d] call some of what we do street art  but it’s also arts in community, community art/public art, where we are getting neighborhoods chamber commerce [involved]. It’s work in the public and work in the street.

ES: You’ve mentioned how you were committed to be anonymous early on in part to keep the focus on the project rather than yourself. Was there any desire to keep anonymous due to legality of it?

MH: All the installs I was doing initially, I was doing something 100% legal, making the community a little more beautiful, definitely adding to it. Many works were large words in wood screwed into the sides of boarded up buildings or two inch tape. I did a lot of different messages, not just “You are Beautiful.”

ES: Could you talk about how you got from your initial sticker to the final design with the Helvetica font?

MH: I’m definitely someone who believes in making, doing, and refining. You can easily hide and keep it in a sketchbook forever. I take things and get them out even if they are rough. My feedback and other people’s feedback refine it from there. The initial ones were absolutely horrible. It took a bunch of trials with different ideas, with different stickers [to get to the final version]. It took somewhere from 6 months to a year.

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ES: Why stickers?

MH: Stickers? Who doesn’t love stickers? There are a lot of fun, versatile, not messy. I have done wheatpastes and not enjoyed it. Stickers stick to anything. You can have a whole pack in your pocket. In 2002, when the sticker culture really exploding, all these kids started trading stickers, mailing each other stickers. It was an interesting way to interact with people on global scale; you put theirs up, they put yours up, and then send photos. It was a cool way to collaborate with other people.

ES: Much of your work focuses on words and lettering. Why are you drawn to lettering?

MH: I studied graphic design. I learned a lot of visual language, sharing your ideas, being able to tell your story. I love typography; there’s a lot you can to do with it. Words can be very simple or appear to be simple but you can read into them. It can mean a lot of things depending on how you read it inside your head.

ES: How does it feel that it has its own life – 3 million printed as of February 2017?

MH: We’re up to 3.75 million [as of June 1st]. We are doing a big show in September so there will be another printing before that, 4 million with that order. It’s super cool how the community has really surrounded the project and the message. It’s a great feeling to know so many people think the same way you do. It’s fun making a difference in the world. That’s pretty crazy.

ES: You describe yourself as the custodian of “You Are Beautiful.” Could you elaborate?

MH: Somebody has to keep the lights on and the floor clean; There’s a lot of thankless work to get everything going. The project is taking a life of its own; there is a community that can do way more than any one person can do.

ES: Where is the best place you’ve seen a sticker?

MH: I had never been Minneapolis. We went last year for a wedding. As we were walking to the art museum, there was a four lane road with a median and a sign between where we were and the art museum. I got sticker out of my pocket to put it there but when I got there and looked up, I saw there was already one. It was really funny. It’s one of my favorite placements.

ES: Could you talk a little about your woodworking?

MH: The Cliff notes version of that was I was always a tinkerer as a little kid. I made junk creations; I never knew much about art or understood it. In middle school, I took classes in woodworking (and metal) and loved woodworking. I learned how to do all sorts of things, built furniture. In my  last year in high school, I took courses of graphic arts, photography, computer programs, [and went to] school for graphic design. I feel like all those things have come together into what I do now.

ES: For two of your projects, you took people’s input and made them into wood pieces. You mentioned in a different interview that you felt like you were “helping people tell their stories.” Could you talk a little bit about that?

MH:  That was a fun  project. It’s been on the back burner. It’s fun sort of collaborating with people. If they are already coming to you, they have an idea from past works and know what they are looking to expect. It is interesting what comes out of that.

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ES: I wanted to ask about the shows for “You Are Beautiful” at Galerie F. Could you talk about that?

MH: I absolutely love collaboration. I have to let go and things happen that are unexpected, which can surprise you, good and bad. Most of time, it is really good. We are working on another show for November.

ES: There are other campaigns that have gone on like “Anything is Possible,” “Love,” etc. Could you talk about them? Do you have a favorite?

MH: I really like “Go for It.” It’s one of my favorite, how it looks, how it came together. It was a lot of fun. I’d never made anything like that. There was a lot of feeling of community while working on it. It made me feel really good [that] it was only supposed to be up for a couple months but it’s been a couple of years. People enjoyed it so much that it keeps on living.

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ES: Could you talk about your show in the fall?

MH: There will be a show in mid-September. We are working hard on it, figuring out what it is. It’s a process. We’ll be completely taking over a space, basically to play around… at a warehouse in conjunction with ART EXPO.

Thanks to Matthew Hoffman and everyone who makes “You are Beautiful” possible. Check out their website https://you-are-beautiful.com/ for more details about the upcoming shows in mid-September and November.