If 2015 is the future (so sayeth Back to the Future II), then the present…
Jewfro: Deborah Hecht Studio
Growing up, I was pretty sure about a couple of things. First, my dad was not Alan Trammell, but he could type everything I said as fast as I could say it on our Apple IIGS without looking at the keyboard. Second, like mine, the art in other people’s houses was made by their moms.
In fact, my mom didn’t just fill our house with artwork (and love or whatever), she also made art for lots of other people. Art I sometimes got to visit in its permanent homes, hanging on walls or mounted on kitchen backsplashes, having watched it evolve for months from coffee-stained sketches on our kitchen table to faintly colored glazes brought to life through the kiln in our garage (and love or whatever).
I had a similar sensation last week at the grand opening of Deborah Hecht Studio, on the west side of Coolidge, just north of Lincoln: a warm space filled with familiar faces and beautiful art (and love or whatever).
The most prominent signage for the building, anchored at the south by Lincoln Drugs, is not Deborah Hecht Studio, but rather “Things,” which speaks to the melange of a pastiche of a potpourri of a gallimaufry of stuff for sale and to the space’s former life. After many years, the shoe repair shop gave way to, presumably, Crocs. Rainier Shoes & Things followed, though it turned out the demand for Air Jordans lagged behind that of, presumably, Crocs. Hence Things!
There you can view and buy both the arts and the crafts that both populated and survived my childhood. Plus everything new that Deborah “Don’t Call Me Mrs. Falik” Hecht is making when she isn’t solving some of the day’s most pressing Sudoku puzzles.
Here are just a few of the pieces you’ll find and what might become highly valuable if I ever become the king of a musical genre or the widow of a Kennedy.