We went to Fosters for dinner and then to Upstate films, next door, to see Tyson.]]> We met for dinner at Fosters and then went to Upstate Films to see Starting Out in the Evening. See the next entry.]]> We all met for dinner at Foster's Coach House restaurant, next door the Upstate Cinema in Rhinebeck.]]> We went to the movies at Upstate films and the Fosters for dinner.]]> Four Friends]]> Lipkins bungalow colony, Mt. Freedom, New Jersey.]]> 2010-05-23 Frances and Ron, Sunday. L-R, Frances Barth, Ron Nakahara. They came to see my installation, Hole in the Wall, at the Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center at Vassar. After the Graduation ceremony and Art Department reception at V assar I had arranged to meet them at the Lehman Loeb. After that we drove to our house, visited, looked at work in the studios and then went to an early dinner at La Cabineta. We were going to a party later that evening in honor of Elisabeth Cardonne Arlyck (see Jennifer and David, also LaCabineta, Groups, May 23, 2010]]> They were looking at Frances Barth's Video at the Sundaram Tagore Gallery in NYC. See the two following entries.]]> Her show was at Sundaram Tagore Gallery in New York City. See the previous entry and the following entry.]]> Her show was at Sundaram Tagore Gallery in New York City. See the two previous entries.]]> Frances Fergusson]]> Thomas Nozkowski gave a lecture in the context of the closing of the exhibition, Pictures of Nothing, at the Lehman Loeb Art Center, Vassar College. After the lecture, there was a reception at the Art Center. The exhibition was curated by Mary-Kay Lombino from the Art Center's permanent collection. A painting of Thomas' was included in the exhibition. See the previous entry and the following four entries.]]> 2002-03-19: Frances, Lisa and Catherine, L - R, Frances Barth, Lisa Davis, Catherine Murphy in Chelsea, NYC]]> 1997-06-11 #3, Francesa Consagra and Carl Palezzola, see last two entries to see the rest of the guests]]> CONSAGRA--Francesca. Curator Emerita at the Blanton Museum of Art, died peacefully in Austin on December 16, 2018 after a valiant battle with ovarian cancer. She was 60. A daughter of Pietro Consagra, one of Italy's most prominent post-war abstract sculptors, and Sophie Chandler Consagra, Director and President of the American Academy in Rome, Francesca embodied the best of both cultures and families in her wonderful blend of sophisticated creativity and down- to-earth pragmatism. A brilliant scholar and curator of Italian Baroque and Northern Renaissance prints and paintings, Francesca brought deep passion and intellectual rigor to all she did. After graduating cum laude from Connecticut College, she received her Ph.D. in Art History from Johns Hopkins University. Following fellowships at the National Gallery, the Metropolitan Museum, and the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Francesca was appointed the Philip and Lynn Straus Curator of Prints and Drawings at the Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center, Vassar College, where she was also a member of the faculty in the Art Department. From 1999-2008, she served as Curator and Head of the Department of Prints, Drawings, and Photographs at the Saint Louis Art Museum and subsequently became the Senior Curator at the Pulitzer Foundation for the Arts. In 2012, Francesca joined the Blanton Museum of Art at the University of Texas at Austin, where she was the Senior Curator of Prints, Drawings, and European Paintings. Her numerous exhibitions and publications reflected Francesca's broad historical and cultural knowledge as well as her gift for communicating complex ideas with grace and eloquence. Francesca's warmth, kindness, intelligence, and love of life were reflected in her fervent engagement with the world around her. Beauty in its many forms filled her soul, from a master drawing or a second-century Buddha, to a 'Sconset sunset or a swim off the beaches of Crete. Francesca was deeply loved by her family and friends, who treasured her generosity of spirit, her commitment to the greater good, her fabulous sense of humor, her resolute honesty, her courage, and her strength. Francesca is survived by her husband William Herndon, the love of her life, and her beloved son John Ray.nnPublished in The New York Times on Dec. 21, 2018]]> 1974-05-04 #1 (roll date)]]> Mary and Richard Black]]> 2002-11-19 (roll date, image # 26), he came to work for us.]]> 2004-06-14 (roll date, image #4). Frank came to work for us.]]> 2004-06-14 (roll date, image #24), working]]> In the studio. Rhinebeck, NY]]> 1972-09-11, (roll date, image #1),]]> Fred came over to meet Neil at our place. He got here about 11:10 p.m. Cathy had already gone to bed.]]> French Poet]]> 2006-10-28 French Travelers in NYC, , in the meat packing district, NYC]]> Roy and Cathy own and run Aba's Falafel restaurant in Rhinebeck, NY]]> The yearly meeting of the Friends Council for the Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center at Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, NY.]]> The yearly meeting of the Friends Council for the Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center at Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, NY. See the previous image and the following image.]]> The yearly meeting of the Friends Council for the Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center at Vassar College, Poughkeepsie, NY. See the previous two images.]]> We spent part of the day together in NYC.]]> 2004. From the photo of the burned temple, 2004, acrylic on canvas, 76 x 96]]> Frosty]]> At the frozen yogurt counter]]> 2007. Fruit Slices, 2007, 3 pieces each 6 1/2 x 10, hand-dyed wool on linen]]> 1991-04-05 (roll date, image #2)]]> Catherine (Murphy) was supposed to go with me, but she decided to stay home and work. The event was at T2 Reserve, which is ‘T’ Space's second and newer space/place down the road from the original site. There is a small gallery building on this site. In it was an exhibition of the drawings and models of Steven Holl for a new building that will be built on this site. Lunch was served in a heated tent. It turns out that I didn't know anyone there except for Steven Holl, Susan Wides, and Jim Holl. I was about to sit down at lunch when a group of people came to the same end of the table. I asked them if they wanted me to move, which one woman said yes and pointed down further to the middle of the table. I realized I didn't want to move there because of my vantage point in photographing the people of the table at which I was seated. So I said, "Sorry, I think I will sit here after all." That might explain why the man sitting opposite me, seemed uninterested in talking to me and answered my attempts at conversation with as short answers as possible. The woman on the right of me was much friendlier, as was the woman next to her. Near the end of eating lunch, quiet spread from the front opening of the tent back to the rest of the tables. Those of us further from the front of the tent were slow to realize that there was a dancer outside the tent entrance. We all stood up to watch the dancer. As the dance was ending, the dancer disappeared to the right. It took a few minutes for everyone to realize that she was leading us up the path, and we followed. She led us to a concrete pad that will be the foundation for the new building. See the following six entries.]]>