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Discover the artist’s character r.ed monde in stop-motion animation, graphic novels, and exhibitions.

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Cook spaghetti and make art! The spaghetti is a means to an end: it is glued on cardboard to make a series of 24 prints, known as collagraphs. Thanks Harvard Art Museums Materials Lab for using my art to encourage people to make art at home! This is just the matrix, the printing plate, so you can see the spaghetti in action. If you want to see this process material, you can visit Houghton Library or RISD Special Collections or the V&A or Smith College where I gave a matrix in honor of my friend Julia Child. Better yet, follow the prompt and make a collage out of anything handy and print it! Art is the mother of innovation.

Look ma, no spaghetti! Just paper...the spaghetti stays glued to the printing matrix, a piece of cardboard. Renaissance “belle donne” majolica plates are in museums all over. They are idealized portraits of women, given as gifts, not to be used. The artwork teaches about this history. These plates and their fashions weren’t disposable, and the art implies women shouldn’t be used or disposable as well. Ironically, most of the world’s famous chefs are men, even if many people associate cooking with women...Families that cook together can make art together! Francesca Bewer of HAM’s Materials Lab will show you the way...

Try this at home (suggests the prompt of Harvard Art Museum). I made the colophon into a recipe to show people how I created the work. Journalists have gotten confused, writing that the images were printed on lasagne! The pasta stays glued onto the cardboard, folks. It receives ink and transfers it onto damp paper when printed. In absence of an etching press, why not try a rolling pin???? A wooden spoon will do the trick too! Art encourages innovation!

r.ed monde hitched a ride into L.A.’s Hammer Museum as part of a bright ensemble fashioned by the inimitable @yemisi_zenger . Jealous!

Wisterious experiences to be had....I grew up with white and purple lilacs in a wild backyard with forts and treehouses. The lilacs grew into a grove with a natural hollow inside, a bower room. Italy introduced me to two story high wisteria, and other unfamiliar blossoms throughout the year that released their perfumes from behind walls and courtyards. Bologna lacks green spaces it seems, because the gardens are within palazzos, hidden from view, and mostly restricted from public use. But the smells may be enjoyed, especially at night, or magnified by the petrichor of a spring rain.

Wild and wisterious tulip-esque spontaneous flower overtakes r.ed monde on a walk in Villa Ghigi after a 6-week absence enforced by lockdown. When senses are deprived, they become magnified.

Plum wild and wisterious...The healing power of nature, wherever you can get it, has never been more important. When I was raising a child over 20 years ago, the university botanical garden was only open to the public on weekdays during the hours children were in school, so we could never enjoy this green lung in the city. But now it is even open on weekends, open to all for free, and much improved over the last 25 years, as I have delightfully discovered in this difficult period of being locked down for several months within the city limits, not even allowed to drive 10 minutes to Bologna’s hill park Villa Ghigi. Hooray for blossoms and healing aromas to bathe our senses.

For girls, growing up with brothers and playing sports apparently aids positive outcomes in the classroom and beyond. As the youngest of five, it wasn’t easy to be heard at the dinner table, and the school of hard knocks was a daily occurrence within this trio. The benefit of this constant rivalry meant I wasn’t silenced by boys in the classroom. To be honest, I didn’t notice them or recognize potential power plays. I was also the only girl in an entire league of boys’ hockey. I belatedly realized my rough and tumble persona was potentially off-putting in high school to people brought up in quiet, respectful households. I’m grateful for the self-awareness gained from others over the years, but I will forever benefit from my start in life. RIP dear Robin (1962-1990), at left, who taught me so much in his brief life and long struggle with mental illness. His passing taught me as well, to value our precious time with others, whether actual or chosen family. Celebrate anyone you love on siblings day.

No one wants to be pegged as a type, a one-dimensional cardboard cutout without nuance...My eyes closed in photos situation was so bad I had to be cut and pasted long before photoshop. Sometimes I feel like the cardboard facade of a movie set trying to uphold perfect standards of a professional visual artist. The number of tasks required, especially regarding documentation and PR, is daunting. No wonder some of us are a bit rough around the edges...Luckily my 4 older siblings roughhoused and teased so much I’m a more resilient person today. And my older sisters nurtured me in life-sustaining ways, counteracting difficult circumstances beyond our control. Whether true sisters or claimed and declared sisters (and brothers), celebrate them on siblings day!

Victorious Secret

Read about the artist’s traveling mosaic installation, dedicated to Title IX, that features women athletes in bikinis winning the Pentathlon 2000 years ago.

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