I’ve been crate digging again, not for records, not for books, not for green turtle steaks but for a graveyard plant, the ephemeral flow of lush lore. Florida in words, images of Florida, praise songs for Florida. So, hats off to the local records stores that also sell books and the books stores that also…
If Florida is a cultural desert, then the Tampa Bay & Sarasota areas must be its oasis. Denizens of seemingly all the other 49 states often can be heard to denigrate the Sunshine State’s cultural offerings, or opine on the supposed lack thereof. But as someone who’s been visiting the Tampa Bay area for decades,…
The stench of grief, loss and shock are everywhere permeating the area with smells of red tide and salt waterthat had crept into places that were never meant to know water in that way. Private areas of people’s livesbrutally exposed on their front lawns.Furniture strewn about, floorboards, kitchen cabinets, waterlogged stuffed animals a piano that still had songs…
Like an icon for some minor but ardently worshiped deity, the painting stands behind a giant molcajete of guacamole, its colors splashier even than patrons usually expect from a Mexican restaurant, the painting, that is; the guacamole is just green. “That’s got to have a dozen avocados,” she says aloud, and although no one can hear her, the canvas vibrates lightly with her words. “This party is going to be a real wingding. Unless guacamole is all there is.” She watches as the two that brought her…
Richard Minster is a Minsterpiece; a piece of work, gregarious, open, honest about himself and his art. Richard creates out of a desire to contribute, and, because it is a utility for him; he creates to search his soul. He has no formal art training, no mentors, no teachers. The moniker “artist” began when the…