Speaking of friends' paintings (see previous post), I want to put in a word for Susan Cantrick, whose exhibit "ponge.pebble.paint" is on all this month at the French Cultural Center in Boston, if you happen to be in town.
Susy was an early reader of my translation of Francis Ponge, published by CBeditions (you can look at it, or even buy a copy here--they arrive in a few days and it makes a big difference to small presses when one buys through them directly), and a couple of years ago she was turning over the idea of producing a series of painting and digital works based on one of Ponge's thingy poems, "The Pebble."
We kicked the idea around in the cafe on the mezzanine of the Centre Pompidou (Susy is an American in Paris) one evening--well, Susy had ideas, and I mostly listened. A year or so later, when I was back in Paris I climbed the seven floors to her studio, and was amazed by what she had accomplished. It was becoming difficult to edge between the canvases, which Susy kept pulling out of stacks and setting on an easel where the light was still lighting the room in late afternoon.
I last saw the paintings a few months ago. Even more wonderful riffs on the pebble theme. We drank tea and talked and looked, and when it was dark Susy walked me to my metro stop and we sat down for a glass of wine on the sidewalk of a cafe and talked some more.