Ron Nagle turned out for the opening of his show at Rena Bransten 's gallery last week looking as dandy as the exquisite candy-colored cups, snuff bottles and twisty little organic forms glowing on the gallery walls. A master ceramic sculptor and painter whose original sense of color is equally informed by Mark Rothko and the hot rod aesthetic, Nagle was wearing a cantaloupe-colored V-neck sweater, dark blue Armani slacks with white pinstripes, black and white socks and a smart pair of two-toned brown and white Oxford shoes. He was surrounded by fellow artists, art mavens, old friends and former and current students at Mills College in Oakland, where the rascally rock 'n' roll songwriter and sculptor has taught for 25 years. They'd come to toast the year-old ceramist who's been riffing creatively off a basic repertoire of forms -- foremost the cup, a ritual vessel he comically converts into an object of quiet contemplation -- for 40 years. I don't know.
Commissioned by the notorious French libertine Baron de St. Julien as a portrait of his mistress, The Swing was to be painted to the following specificity: "I should like you to paint Madame seated on a swing being pushed by a Bishop. In the foreground the playboy Baron himself is depicted, reclining in the lush shrubbery, one arm outstretched towards the maiden's skirts, his other arm holding his balance. He gave very specific instructions to Fragonard, stating "Place me in a position where I can observe the legs of that charming girl.
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This is same dream that created these. While the Everfree Forest wasn't an area of extreme activity for forces from the Realm of Shadows it had made it too dangerous for Zecora to live there. So she'd moved into Sweet Apple Acres. With Applebloom, AJ, and Big Mac off fighting on various fronts Granny Smith had appreciated the extra hands to help with the chores, and an extra pair of eyes to keep watch out for stuff.