From Abstracts to Tintypes: Passing the Brush to Margaret Muza
On March 24, Pamela Anderson revealed her collection of art produced during her residency at The Pfister. The Pop-Up Gallery was alive with color and conversation before the pièce de résistance, the unveiling of her Legacy piece, which will soon grace the hallway next to the legacies of the former AIRs: Reginald Baylor, Katie Musolff, Shelby […]
FOOD AS ART: Pamela Anderson’s Legacy Dinner
When I first wrote about the Pfister Hotel Artist-in-Residence Pamela Anderson a little over a year ago, I contrived a letter from her to me, written from a plane: Dear Dominic, I’m writing this from 28,000 feet. Soon, I will touch down on the hotel’s carpeted runway and disembark in my new studio-for-a-year. I haven’t met […]
PLUME SERVICE 4.0 | February 22, 2017 | Victorian Paintings Gone Wild (Warning: NSFW…just kidding…come on…they’re paintings!)
Before we get to the results of the fourth Plume Service writing workshop, let me just say: This is not what I had planned! It’s not important what I was going to have the writers’ focus be; what’s important is that we decided to begin by brainstorming a list of different genres and formats with which […]
PHOTO ESSAY: Get Inside Yourself by Getting Inside the Box
Come on in. The door is open. Make your Self at home. Don’t be shy. There aren’t any rules. Lounge. Relax. Write. Doodle. And share a part of your Self on the walls. This project is a metaphor for that inner place we go to when we take creative risks. It also represents the playful […]
That’s a Big Clock: Robin and the Polish Moon
Robin Campbell, The Pfister Hotel’s house carpenter for eight years, retired two years ago. But he came back for Gallery Night last Friday to see the work of his friend Stephanie Barenz, the Hotel’s fifth Artist-in-Residence (AiR), as well as the work of the other AiRs past and present. When she arrived, she described him in […]
PLUME SERVICE II | December 10, 2016 | More “Hearing Voices”
As promised, here are a few more stories inspired by the paintings in The Pfister Hotel. The first was written by Amy Miller–we squealed in delight at its ability to be both formal sounding and naughty. The second is another by Amy, a letter from a character in the hazy painting who is barely recognizable at […]
