Wednesday, February 1, 2012
"Oh, those are my paintings," said Kirk's mom, Joyce Weaver, long-time Milwaukeean who traded in snowstorms for generally milder weather (except for this year), punctuated by occasional ice sheets.*
The paintings we didn't buy are for sale. Inquire at the front desk for details.
Hal's up for the next artist in residence at the Pfister. If you like him, show it on their website.
*Actually the story is slightly fictionalized, like a good biographical novel. I actually knew which paintings were Weaver's.
Posted by Daniel Goldin at 3:22 PM