Kristen Rask, currator-extraordinaire, brings another must-see show to the people:

gallery hanahou presents
Forget Me-Not
embroidered love from the new craft movement

For generations, women have expressed love of family through the painstaking art of embroidery. This February, gallery hanahou presents a new generation of embroidery artists using needle and thread to depict love in broader terms, whether idealized and simple or brutal and complicated.

February 6 – 27
Opening reception: Friday, February 6th, 6-8 pm

gallery hanahou / 611 Broadway, Suite 730, NYC / galleryhanahou.com

Sometimes a forwarded email from a cousin you never speak to yields gold.

Tessie O’Shea is not really from Tennessee, but she is adorable, she plays the banjolele like a demon, and this clip of her makes me swoon.

This video includes a blistering solo. My favorite part happens at :57 or so.

RIP Patrick McGoohan.

If you haven’t experienced The Prisoner, you’re missing out. From the Wiki:

…combines spy fiction with elements of science fiction, allegory and psychological drama.

It follows a former British agent who, after abruptly resigning from his position, is held captive in a small village by the sea by an unidentified power that wishes to establish the reason for his resignation. Episodes typically feature the unnamed prisoner, labelled “Number Six” by his captors, unsuccessfully attempting to escape from or change the authority of “the Village.”

Funny, smart, confusing and astoundingly colorful, The Prisoner made me feel empowered, stimulated and challenged.

I haven’t watched it in a while, but I have a suspicion that, like Network, it may be even more bitting and relevant today than when it was made.

I’ve been aching to buy the series so now might be the time. Here is the opening credit sequence.

And because I am not a number, I am a human being, I enjoy gazing upon Patrick McGoohan… because in addition to being smart and talented, he was white hot.

Be seeing you.