Tim Soter… blog.

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Saturday, March 14, 2009

Prints exhibited and for sale!

Swing by Oslo coffee company in Williamsburg Brooklyn, drink the best coffee that the five boroughs has to offer (my personal recommendation is an iced latte) and see some of my work.  No, no BUY some of my work.  I need the room in my studio so I’ve priced these at cost.  The details…

Prints are either:

26″ x 30″   $300

OR

30″ x 46″   $400

All prints are archival and laminated and mounted on archival Sintra board with brace on the back.

A PDF of all of the work on display is available here.

But really, if you don’t drop by for an iced latte or to pick a pound of Thor, their house blend, then you are truly missing out one of the reasons that I get up in the morning.  And I mean that in the much larger sense.


posted by tsoterd3 at 8:19 pm  

Friday, March 6, 2009

LOG CABIN MP3.

DOWNLOAD MP3 interview here.

I grew up in a log cabin in beautiful Pennsylvania, in a rural area outside of Allentown.  As someone who has tried to be very cognizant of my fortunes I’m pretty thankful that I was lucky enough to grow up out in the country and the woods.  Lots of time spent by myself, getting lost and fantasizing and dreaming, lost in my imagination.  As a young boy I really was able not to retreat but to just “be” in the tangles and thickets of the PA terrain, playing in the shadow of the upturned roots of a fallen tree or hunting for quartz crystals and pretending that I’d be rich by them.  Waldenesque.  Eight years ago my parents relocated to Florida and sold the log cabin. On a recent visit I decided to ask my father to give me the history behind the house and recorded our conversation.  I plan on continuing with interviews which have re-energized my creative interests a bit; this one is my first – a bit naive and less than slick, but hopefully you’ll find the anecdotal history interesting and endearing.  Or at least interesting.

My suggestion is to download the MP3 and listen to it on a morning subway commute.  And to ignore the fact that I “vocally regress” when talking to my father.

Thanks.

posted by tsoterd3 at 4:17 pm