• Rooftops of the Parisian apartments in Montmartre by Chicago artist Tracey Capone

    Sunday Morning in Montmartre: Two People, One Camera and No Plans in Mind

    The other day in my post about Venice, I talked about the magical light that pulls you in as you walk around the back canals. I can honestly say it is a light I have never seen elsewhere, until one Sunday morning on our recent trip to Paris. My husband, Joe, and I stayed in Montmartre for the week, a section of Paris that I have previously visited and loved. We had spent the week hopping on and off the Metro seeing as much as we could possibly see and, after a week of that, decided we would take a day and just explore the neighborhood without an agenda. Basically,…

  • The Art of the Festival (Introduction: How to Thrive, Not Just Survive, the Art Festival Scene)

      Lugging everything to the location for hours of setup: your tent, your display gear, the work. Here in Chicago, this typically happens in hot and humid weather, with the chaos of everyone else setting up at the same time, plus the noise of the city,  so you’re a sticky, sweaty ball of confusion and exhaustion. If you’re lucky, you get to set up the night before, go home, catch some shuteye and start fresh in the morning. (if you weren’t there until 1 am…) If not, you’re up at 4 am, hoping to get as early a start as possible so that the tent is all set up in…