“Oh that the sky is just an ocean. Won’t you float away with me?” sang the satyr to the children, while sweet accordion music gently rocked the crowd of onlookers along the banks of the mighty Schuylkill. It was the Miss Rockaway Armada, presenting a spectacle of performance — and sculptural boats and other objects created entirely of recycled and salvaged materials. A motley crew manned the flotilla: they were three parts gypsy, two parts sexy pirate, two parts circus freak, one part flotsam, half part jetsam, three quarters fish and one quarter goat. The flotilla, produced by The Philadelphia ... More » »
Behind our bed is a carved and painted screen depicting a Japanese pavilion on the shores of a golden lake. All is still and ripple-less save for the bow wave of a light bark coming back to shore from an excursion out upon the stillness. Women in kimonos promenade on boardwalks linking a pavilion to another place off-screen. There is a gentle breeze making the supple branches of a lone tree sway. My wife picked it up in a flea market and it enchants me. It is relaxing not only because of the subject but because the execution doesn’t concern ... More » »