Posts tagged ‘art’

October 25, 2011

coffee break | have sticks will travel

I know you came here for your daily cup of coffee, but trust me, I have something even cooler.  Check out artist Jonathan Brilliant’s art installations…built out of 70,000 coffee stir sticks. Imagine the popsicle stick crafts of your childhood all grown up, gussied up and showing up at the gallery as fine art.

He also builds art installations from coffee cup lids and cardboard sleeves. Brilliant.

Back tomorrow with coffee.

September 7, 2011

612. i sent you some coffee

Janine Graf, Redmond, WA. Janine runs the Flickr Group, Caffeine Nation. Her Flickr photostream is here and her photo Facebook page is here.  Janine also sells 5×5 art prints of her  coffee photos here. I know I can always count on her for a great cup.

June 24, 2011

500. Chroma Cafe: Taste the rainbow

500 is finally here! Thanks to Janine for the base photo for this mosaic made up of all the Chroma Cafe images from this week.

(ps–Want to make a cool mosaic like this? The program is free, and it’s called MacOSaiX.)

It’s been fun joining you guys this week. Can’t wait to see the next 500.

March 17, 2011

251. drawing coffee

Brooke Appler, Oakland CA.

O my, I feel like my life is all coffee right now! I’m knee-deep in working on illustrations for my friend’s new coffee company.  i. love. coffee. ! n drawing coffee.”

This is a companion to Brooke’s coffee cup number 226.

Brooke is an artist, bicycle camper, and coffee chronicler. Check out her illustration blog Miss U, Love U, and her Etsy shop Team Blue Bicycle.

March 4, 2011

208. a story (and coffee with heart)

Mina Cicconi, Toronto, Canada

“When I took this photo, I was at the Public Library, flipping through some picture books, and sipping on the large latte I smuggled in from underneath my hoodie. I had just come from Bulldog, my favourite little coffee house in Toronto. It’s off the beaten path, where I can always count on the man behind the counter to compliment my hair and costume jewelry. On that particular day, I made no extra effort. Not a stitch of makeup. My hair in an angry tangle. But I left with my latte in hand and my confidence head and shoulders above where it should have been.

I continue on to the library, make it through the turnstile, climb the stairs, and pull some picture books from the shelf. I look to my left and then to my right. The coast is clear. I drop everything, pull the cup from underneath my shirt and smile at the heart that’s still in tact.

I feel small as I peer at the giant stack of books piled in front of my single-seat study carrel, and I thumb through a book about Annie Leibovitz. In the background, my ears are tickled with the sound of some incessant tapping. My head turns and my eyes follow the noise to some teenage boy holding a pen. He taps out a dent in the cover of a closed text book. Beside him, a friend plays air guitar in their two piece band. I’m tempted to pull out my hairbrush mic and join them as the singer, screaming out some teen angst anthem. But I can’t sing and I don’t know any songs they’d recognize.

Out of nowhere a librarian swiftly rounds the corner and scolds them with the loudest “shhhhhhhhhhh” her inside voice can strain. She glares at them and their intrusion on this place otherwise owned by silence.

So caught up with the boys and their noise, the librarian completely misses me sipping away in plain view.”

Mina is a photographer in Toronto, Canada. Her website is here, and her blog is here. And her coffee is always close at hand.

January 26, 2011

65. morning cup of bliss

This past weekend I was invited to an “artourage”…a day-long thrifting, arting, recrafting extravaganza with eleven other women. Our seventh stop (after coffee, of course…see photos 57, 58 and 60) was at the home and studio of glass artist Dianne Van de Carr. After we wandered through her bowling ball garden, exchanged hugs, and picked bags full of fresh oranges from her trees, she allowed us to hang out and poke around her studio. In the corner, I found this. I may have to buy it….there’s a wall in my kitchen, whispering “I need bliss, the caffeinated version.”