Last Days of Summer









Marthalicia's art Process took place as scheduled at Five Points in Long Island City where astonishing tags covered a giant old warehouse and where new taggers felt free to create new art on the walls.




















































At the last cooking class I conducted at rainbow heights, we made "power balls" made of ground nuts, dried fruit, bits of semi-sweet chocolate, oatmeal, brown sugar, peanut butter, maple syrup and dusted with cocoa, cinnamon or color sugar crystals.




















Hudson River Festival was complete with Little Netherlands at Battery Park and free water taxis to Governors Island where art installations bathed in the sun or inside houses.
















































Shari and Kyrk took me to the Gizmo Gallery where latest in technology was on display and for trying such as the 200 pancake machine and 3D etchasketch. We attended the afterparty involving free brooklyn lager, planet earth on the biggest liquid screen tv and dancing to jams.



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