This week OUT THERE opened at Gallery 825 (825 La Cienega Blvd Los Angeles). I'm thrilled to be showing one of my newest pieces, The Year of the Cock.
The super nice folks at Jackalope Arts Fair have featured me this week in their blog. You can check it out HERE. They have also allowed me to take over their Snapchat account this week so I can post fun pics of my work in progress. If you're into the Snapchat thing...follow JackalopeArts and see what I'm creating!
Join me on April 29th & 30th in Pasadena to see my newest work! Mention you heard about it from my website and get 15% off any purchase! Hope to see you there!
After the 2016 presidential election had ended and I was faced with the reality of a Trump presidency, I fell into a bit of a depression. The idea that this man and all that he represented would be our actual president of the United States, well it was inconceivable yet all too real.
I was not alone. Nearly all of my friends were stunned and walking about in a daze. I attempted to steer clear of social media for awhile because one of two things was ever present. I was faced with either disbelief and anger, or smug joy. Neither doing anything to ease the tensions, disappointment, or true fear that this election brought to light. I didn't want to watch the news, I didn't want to read the articles, I was having nightmares and losing sleep. Nothing seemed to make sense in a country that had once appeared to be advancing the ideals of inclusion, diversity, and truth, now turning and embracing racism, sexism and hate.
This is when I rediscovered C.S.I., the original CBS crime procedural, set in Las Vegas. I'm sure the spin-off Miami and New York franchises would have also made for good medicine but I have a fondness in my heart for the original cast of characters. The plucky newbie, the sage wisdom of the bug man, the toughness of an ex-stripper, and the continual struggles of the handsome blue eyed gambling addict. Suspend your disbelief and follow my logic for a moment.
Is the acting superior? The plot points believable? Not especially. But what it does deliver is a world where science, logic, and truth always win. Not for the love of money, but for the love of justice. The cast of C.S.I. is forever in search of the naked truth. The facts guide the investigation. The evidence leads to the truth. The science dispels the doubt. Sometimes the bad guys are caught and sometimes they go free, but the truth of what happened is inevitably discovered, all within one sanitized, satisfying hour of entertainment.
This is what my world was missing; Love and respect for truth and science. While we, the liberal, take up our proverbial swords to fight the tyranny and injustice of our new oppressor, I can find a place of respite and sanity within the safety of C.S.I. It doesn't erase the trials and tribulations of our daily political drama, but it does help me sleep again at night. As Gil Grissom has been known to say, "The evil men do always lives after them." I need to believe that justice will prevail. Thank you C.S.I. for giving me something to focus on that doesn't make me want to lose my mind, unlike reality.
Lately I've been feeling less than the best version of myself. I've been to a fair amount of charity gala's and rebel women luncheons recently in search of some inspiration. I've seen hints of it, but nothing that makes the leap from inspiration to motivation. I keep having these conversations with friends who want to be doing great things; actors, writers, film makers, artists. We all have ideas but we are seemingly stuck under the weight of daily life. We all got comfortable, and complacent. And that's not exactly advancing the plot.
I spent 20 minutes last night at a party, talking to a wonderful director about how he should raise money on his own and film the pilot that he wrote. And he said that his friends told him that he can't do it, that he has to follow some predetermined path. He doesn't want to do it with his own money because he is saving up to buy a house. There was so much fear in his thinking. Fear of losing the money for his house. Fear of not doing it the "right" way. Fear of failure. What if it sucks? What if he sucks? And this is the same conversation I just recently had with 3 of my other friends. We are all stuck in the same fear, and it's crushing our collective spirits.
One of my closest friends is an actor. I am constantly coming up with schemes for us to do things together and they are almost always met with resistance. She'll say "I can't, my agent would never let me" or "I have to be careful with my image" so she never takes the risks that could propel her to the next level. She never wants to look bad, or feel foolish, or share her vulnerability with the world. All of which, in my opinion, would make her a better actor. So she stays inside the machine, hoping to get a part that will propel her on instead of making her own choices, without permission.
There is also my writer friend, and musician friend. Both with day jobs. Both doing the "right" things. There is nothing at all wrong with doing something on the side. I get it. I too have a day job. I too do my art on the side. It's a constant struggle to stay on one road, while knowing your real desire lies down another. Like parallel lines, I can always see the other path but never the two shall cross. Unless I'm fearless. And that's where I stand conflicted.
I've got my own insecurities and plenty of fears. Being fearless takes an indelible spirit, tenacity, and action. It takes becoming something greater than your average self. It costs you comfort and complacency and if forces you to get off the couch. That well worn bastion of comfort that perfectly fits my ever spreading derriere.
The undeniable truth is that I can't be unstoppable and fearful at the same time. So this is my declaration. All the things that are holding me back, are the exact same things holding everyone else back. And I'm over it. This feeling of self-doubt and suffocating mundanity, it's time to kiss it goodbye for good. This is a call to all my friends who have great dreams to also be fearless and shed their own stories of insecurity. Today I'm going to be unstoppable, who's with me?
I grew up in a small town outside of Pittsburgh where no one was gay, or lesbian or bi or trans. Of course there were all of those people, but they kept it hidden. In the 80s, being gay in a small small town wasn't cute, it was terrifying. And even being thought to be gay was a slight. The worst thing anyone ever said to me in high school was that they thought I was a lesbian. I liked boys...like a LOT. So being dubbed a lesbian was like a kiss of death, and not the sexy Sharon Needles kind.
I separated myself from that small town when I was 19, moving away for college and then eventually to Los Angeles where I could be anything I wanted. I'm comfortable here, with my tattoos and my pink pixie hair. I'm not a lesbian but I probably get mistaken for one now and again, since i bite a bit of lesbian style. But lesbian's are fierce and I respect them. Calling me a lesbian now isn't a slight at all, its inaccurate, but not a dig. I stopped trying to put labels on people's sexual preferences because at the end of the day, my goal is not to judge anyone. Be who you are and own it. Whatever that looks like.
When my husband and I started watching RuPaul's Drag Race on Logo TV I was completely enthralled by the color and commentary, the strength and bravery of that community. I imagine it's hard being gay, coming out, fighting expectations, being judged. I was often judged, often had to fight expectations, never felt like I fit, I could somewhat relate. But then to compound the struggle by embracing performance and expression as a man dressed as a woman, well it seemed to me from the outside to be the hardest road to travel.
So I asked myself, why I love drag so damn much? Why does it give me such pleasure to see these fierce creatures in full regalia like exotic birds, with biting wit, and demonstrated pride? The answer is it's inspiring! But also, as a feminist, it's an over the top celebration of being a woman. And these queens make a FAR better woman that I could ever be. It's this hyper-realized version of womanhood. Every detail, every hair, nail, face, fashion statement, completely considered and brought to life. There have only been maybe 2 or 3 situations in my life where I have had the desire to scrutinize every detail of my personal presentation and that process takes hours and hours to get it all right. When I look at these queens they are serving up an outstanding version of themselves night after night and killing it. If that's not something to champion and celebrate, not only as women, but as human beings, well then I don't know what is?
Thanks Becore for including me in your Fall Art Party! If you're trying to pick me out, I'm Cruella de Vil :)
I like to think that on the whole, I'm a pretty happy person. I try to look for the good in others, I tend to let things go, I carve out time for little pleasures daily. Much like anything worthwhile in life, you get what you give. So while everyone in every PowerBall state is currently buying lottery tickets with dreams of becoming billionaires I'm going to go ahead and invite you to consider that the act of buying the ticket is actually a means to happiness itself. I'll explain.
If you do an image search for "happiness" online you get a lot of this:
And some of this:
And then some more of this:
Why is the personification of happiness a bunch of people jumping in the sun? I'm rarely happy when jumping and almost always irritated in the sun. In fact there are at least 5 states of being that I am far happier in than the act of jumping; sleeping, bathing, hugging, creating, and helping to list a few off the top of my head. But that's just me. You have to actually know yourself to know that things that truly bring you pleasure, and rarely is money listed among them. I'm not saying don't buy that ticket...I happen to have one in my own wallet. I'm saying don't hang your hat on money being the defining factor that brings you the happiness you crave.
We all want desperately to be happy, it's at the very core of our humanity. When faced with the possibility of a situation where someone hands you more money than you could spend in your lifetime it allows you this daydream that can trigger an entire series of really great events. It's the daydream that's the key to discovery. If you don't take the time to discover the things that bring you joy, you'll never recognize it when it arrives. When you lay down that $2 and pick up that ticket it's ripe with all the possibilities in the world. Your thoughts turn to how you'd spend it, who's lives would you make better, who would you snub. You imagine your new house, your new car, the trappings of fancy things you can't now afford.
If you dive down into the dream, try to actually picture the person you think you'd become if given the potential to become anything. There is an obnoxious saying, "what would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?" meant to inspire. With a safety net of $1.5 billion dollars you wouldn't have to worry about fail. For $2 you can actually entertain this thought experiment in a real way. Sure you wouldn't have to work anymore, but who among us truly wants a life of leisure alone. I get bored sitting around doing nothing. You'd have to do something? Maybe it would be travel the world, living out of hotel rooms, never wearing the same socks twice. But after you got through with that, the travel, the shopping, the indulgence, what would you actually do? How would you choose to spend your days? Who would you share your wealth with and why? What would you really pursue?
The answer to this question actually brings up some shocking discoveries, at least for me. I realized that if I wasn't tied to my career possibilities i might not stay in Los Angeles. If I could live anywhere it might not be here. If i could do anything, it might not be this. And I would want to do some very simple things that I could actually do now if I wasn't afraid to take the risk. It was the best therapy that $2 could ever buy. Invest in the daydream and something unexpected just might reveal itself. You discover the people who mean the most, and the choices you value. It reminds us all that we're not done yet and that anything is possible anyway, even without a windfall.
I was invited to participate in the TRASHed Coachella 2015 initiative this year for Global Inheritance. Since I have been painting a fair amount of drunk bunnies lately it only seemed appropriate to include them in this creation.
The base of the bin is collaged with photo copies of actual concert ticket stubs (My own, my husbands, and a few from our friend Shawna.) I do love ephemera! I then painted drunk bunnies and solo cups on them. I added punk rock spikes in the shape of the recycling symbol on top and then coated the entire bin with resin to help protect it from the elements, as well as drunk people at the festival.
The TRASHed Coachella program is celebrating their 11th year this coming April. There will be an opening exhibit in downtown Los Angeles at the Angel City Brewery April 7th, where all the bins will be brought together in their final forms before being carted off to Indio to attempt to survive 200,000 people and the mayhem that ensues. Come out and get your drunk bunny on!
Many years ago I became acquainted with the colorful Jeff Wannberg. He was acting as supervisor on a film that was in post at a studio were I was a receptionist. We hit it off at once and became dear friends quickly after. While I was certainly his "type" we didn't really have that spark so I became his wing-girl, his backup date for fancy occasions and his all around girl Friday. And I adored him. He had the biggest heart and an eccentric world view. Jeff lived his life like a novel, not a movie. He was in it for the nuance and anticipated drama. And he ended it on his own terms.
But I remember Jeff daily. Not just because he was a close friend, but because he gave me 3 things that I cherish and attribute to him entirely.
1. Always be the first one to the party.
In a town like LA where everyone is fashionable late and desperate to make an entrance to only a full house, Jeff would show up on the dot. He told me he did this for a variety of reasons. The best booze was always full at the start of the party; one could game the room and situate oneself in the best spot to view all the lovely single ladies as they came in; and you should respect the host by showing up when they invited you to do so. But mostly it was to game the room for single ladies. However, this gave me permission to be on time, and to this day I'm annoyingly so. I don't think there has ever been a time when I didn't benefit from a early arrival.
2. Leave a mark.
Jeff loved to spent time in a good hotel. It didn't necessarily have to be expensive but it had to have charm. On one trip we took out to 29 Palms to relax and take photos, as we were packing up to leave, he removed a drawer from the desk, took out a sharpie, and wrote a little note with the date to remember the weekend. Like a journal entry for the universe, this secret note would remain to mark time and memory. My husband and I have adopted this habit and to this day won't abandon a hotel room without leaving a little note behind.
Shortly after his death, I mentioned this habit to his sister. She made a special trip out to one of his favorite places in search of these lost sentiments. Sure enough on that same desk drawer she found his words, and then words from a stranger that told him not to give up. It was an unexpected exchange and one Jeff never had opportunity to see but would have greatly enjoyed.
Frequently I am asked what the "5x5" means. It is an old radio term that denoted signal strength. The first number was the answer to "how are you receiving me?" (1-5), the second number the answer to "how is my signal strength" (1-5.) Therefore 5x5 meant everything was perfect, or good to go. You will sometimes catch this term in movies with fighter pilots reporting back to the tower. Jeff taught me this. He was fascinated with old movies, war films, historic documentaries. I absolutely fell in love with the idea of 5x5 and told him that I was stealing that and making it mine.
To this day all aspects of my life have a touch of 5x5. My website...obviously. I used to be in a punk rock band called Proximity 5x5. I used to have a store called Spider 5x5. My current art studio goes by Studio 5x5. And of course I have a 5x5 tattoo.
I don't know if Jeff ever really understood that I attributed all of these things to him directly and loved him all the more for each of them. There is not a day that goes by that I don't see a 5x5 and think of Jeff, with all his wit and wisdom. He touched a lot of lives but all I can honestly speak to is how he touched mine. RIP old friend. In typical fashion...you had to be the first one home.
I am pleased to be included in the Los Angeles Art Association Show "Adorn." which is up currently at Gallery 825.
February 28 through April 3
Opening: Saturday, February 28, 6 to 9p
Los Angeles Art Association is proud to present ADORN, LAAA's next all-media gallery group show, an exploration of design and decorative schemes in contemporary art practice, juried by Sarah Russin, Executive Director, Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions (LACE). Adorn opens Saturday, February 28 and runs though April 3.
Shula Arbel, Clovis Blackwell, Jodi Bonassi, Barbie Brady, Janine Brown, Brian Cho, Karen Clark, Mara Colecchia, Alexandra Cowin, Peter Dalton, Rachelle Dang, Yaron Dotan, Betsy Enzensberger, Marla Fields, Linda Folk, Laurie Freitag, Nancy Goodman Lawrence, Barrie Goshko, Teale Hatheway, Gina Herrera , Lucie Hinden, Xi Hou, Richard Hutman, Mark Indig, Deborah Lynn Irmas, Caroline P.M. Jones, Isabella Kelly-Ramirez, Jim Keville, Campbell Laird, Josh Levine, Echo Lew, Jim McAninch, Robert Nelson, Adam Nisenson, Noscale, Chris Otcasek, Krystal Perez, Slate Quagmier, Reisig & Taylor, Jeremie Riggleman, Susan Rontondo, Daksh Sahni, Brian Schetzsle, Heather Scholl, Maura Segal, Steve Seleska, Eric Smail, Jane Szabo, Daena Title, Valerie Wilcox, Michael Wood, and Monica Wyatt
Hot Pixel Post is a growing post production facility in North Hollywood that handles Editorial, Color Correction and Audio for some of the finest artists in the film industry. They also have a fun blog that highlights talent of all sorts as well as projects that they want to share a bit of love and support.
I was super excited when they asked me if I wanted to be featured as their 1st artist of the month in February. I don't have much to do with moving images but I like to think that my creativity and style can hold its own with creative types.
Teresa Jusino (of The Teresa Jusino Experience) interviewed me and wrote a very thoughtful piece about my work. I'm grateful to be surrounded by such kindness and support. You can read the full article here at the Hot Pixel Website.
When they invited me to create a version of their logo I immediately thought about turning the letters into cocktails and adding a few drunk bunnies for good measure. For me, bunnies are a bit of a spirit animal. It was fun to add my sense of humor and artwork to help promote and support a business that aims to support and create cool projects with talented people. If you are in need of their services, reach out today!
I've been invited to show with the Raw Artists in Los Angeles on Feb 18th downtown at Exchange LA. I highly recommend buying a pre-sale ticket before Feb 11th, as I will save you a special limited edition print that I am doing especially for those who buy tickets early! $15 for a print is a pretty great deal if you ask me! Hope to see you at the show!
If you ever get a chance to meet Dave Grohl, he will instantly charm you. He’s not known as the “nicest guy in rock n roll” because he’s standoffish and aloof. Chances are he will launch into a tale of something personal that recently happened. Perhaps its something that happened on the way from wherever he was to where he is now? Or last night he got the strangest call? He shares some morsel of his world with you and you are smitten. Whether insignificant or not, it becomes that moment you shared with a legendary rock star. The word for that ability to connect is called “charisma” and you better believe Grohl has it in spades.
Dave Grohl is a remarkable storyteller. This is what makes his songs so good. He not only has a natural inclination to craft masterful sounds but he knows just what to say to make them memorable. His ability to reveal something of himself in his music, connects to the hearts that hear it. Sure I’m a fan. Much of the Foo Fighter catalogue has been played on repeat in my house, in my truck, and in my headphones. I’m not in love with every single song, but the ones that speak to me, speak volumes. But then again, I’ve met and spent some time with Dave Grohl.
In 2013 when Grohl decided he wanted to jump into movie making, with the documentary Sound City, he sharpened those storytelling skills to reveal a rich history of one little studio that played a role in so many careers. When he told me of his plan to tell the tale of the Neve board he acquired from Sound City, I thought to myself, good luck. Sure gear heads into old recording equipment might care, but if you’ve never spent any time in a studio, it’s not exactly riveting material. I was proven oh so wrong.
Sound City was a compelling story of people and timing and energy and dreams. It was a vehicle to connect the viewer with this process that Grohl is intimately familiar with, recording. It was a reason to wax nostalgic about glory days with other truly great musicians, and connected them all with this thread called Sound City. It worked. Maybe you weren’t already a huge Foo Fighters fan, but once you spent a little time with Sound City, you had a new respect for the indelible Dave Grohl.
My skeptical self wondered, along with everyone else, how Sonic Highways would be different? So he’s going to 8 different studios across America. Would this series be 8 little “Sound Cities?” Is it just a vanity project full of self-indulgence? Delightfully, not even close!
Foo Fighters could have done what so many other bands that have been together for over 20 years have done. They could have headed into their comfortable local studio, pumped out some standard tunes that utilized their “formula” crafted over decades, released a single or 2, and rested on their laurels. The true fans aren’t going anywhere, they’re buying what your selling, eating what your cooking.
Grohl wanted to share his love of music by sharing the stories of those who came before him; those who helped shape him into the musician he is today. He kept it personal and revealed his process with compelling footage of remarkable characters, city by city. The genius of it all lies with the unveiling of each song, with each episode.
When you hear a song for the first time, maybe it sticks; maybe it takes a few more listens. Sometimes the hook reaches in, grabs you by the heart, and screams, “This is what I’m feeling and now you feel it too”. Sometimes it simply never lands. But almost always when you know the story behind the song, it means a little more; you listen a little closer. I remember being in grade school and someone told me that the Eagles song, Hotel California was about cocaine. The next time I had a listen; I had a whole new context for that catchy tune.
Context is everything in art, no matter what variety. When Grohl takes you through these cities, and introduces you to his friends, producers, comrades in sound, he’s letting you into his mind and heart. He’s revealing his molecular musical DNA. At the end of each episode, when he plays you the song, inspired by the interviews, and the city itself, you connect. He makes you feel like an insider. Like you too have spent some time with the man himself.
If you want to get to know Dave Grohl, he’s right there naked before you. It’s called Sonic Highways, and it’s impressively smart. “ We all come from what came before.” This is Grohl’s legacy for those who come after.
You can watch Foo Fighters Sonic Highways Friday nights at 11pm on HBO. Album Will be released globally on November 10th. You can pro-order it here:
Last week the insanely talented, Rami Jaffee, let me hang my art in his equally amazing recording studio, Fonogenic.
I delivered 17 pieces, some older, most brand new. I'm showcasing both the "Bunny Don't" series as well as the "Don't" textural pieces. I realized once I hung the work that they all have an element of "don't" and they go together quite well. Across from my art in the hall, hangs Rami's numerous gold and platinum records. I feel honored to be shown across from such bling.
Fonogenic is an incredibly appointed recording studio located in Van Nuys California. It offers a range of client services such as Preproduction, Recording, Mixing, Record Production, Voiceover Recording, and Music for Film/TV. The Studio Live stage is a great rehearsal space, host for live events and music videos, and gives bands the ability to choose from a variety of options to record either live to Presonus, ProTools HD Rig, or to an Ampex Tape Machine.
I'm excited to have a place to hang some of my work and am currently in the midst of painting a gigantic Drunk Bunny piece that I might take there once complete.
Thanks Rami for the opportunity!
The Jack Rutberg Fine Art Gallery in Los Angeles is hosting Twin Visions: Jerome Witkin and Joel-Peter Witkin, through August 30th. Last Saturday night both 75 year old brothers where in house for a book signing. The entire project was the brainchild of proprietor Jack Rutberg, the friendly gallery owner who will generously share his stories and trials of putting this exhibit together if you only ask.
While I have been a fan of Joel-Peter Witkin since college, I had only just learned of his twin brother, Jerome. Seeing their work together and hearing about how they have been estranged for many years, produces a curiosity that forces a comparison and consideration you might have glossed over otherwise. Both bodies of work deal with dark themes, telling very different stories. Yet both are beautifully articulate compositions that beg for attention and respect.
Meeting both these men was a thrill to be certain. I have a deep respect for their accomplishments and a renewed interest in their portfolios. If you have a minute, do yourself a favor and swing through the gallery on La Brea. You won't be disappointed.
I'm happy to announce that my painting, Drunk Bunny, got invited to be a part of the Birds, Bees & Everything In-between show at the Las Laguna Gallery from August 7th - August 24th. The opening reception will be Thursday, August 7th.
One of the best things about growing up in Pennsylvania under the watchful eye of my Mother, Dolores, was the care she took with preserving my childhood objects. Extremely frugal, my Mom never bought us more than we needed or deserved. To that end, we actually took care of our toys. Luckily my parents have managed to stay together (51 years and counting) as well as remain in the very house they built when they wed. A few years back I decided it was time to get my toys out of there, so I shipped them to back to myself on the west coast.
Since I was so precious about my playthings, I never so much as lost a Barbie shoe. After living with them for over 2 years in my studio space I finally decided that the best possible thing I could do with them was make them into art. I repackaged them in various series; named, numbered, and signed them. I plan to drop them on the streets of LA where hopefully they will go on to have a second life.
It's time for them to #getlost. I will document the process and discuss some of the personal connections I have to them as I say goodbye. If you live in Los Angeles, follow me on Instagram @barbie5x5 where I'll be leaving clues to where I've dropped them. If you find one, I'd love to know where it ends up!
#getlost is about objects from my personal past that hold meaning and memory. They were the physical means to cultivating my creative self. As much as I love them still, I think its time to share them with the world.
According to the Whitney Museum in NYC, "Jeff Koons is widely regarded as one of the most important, influential, popular, and controversial artists of the postwar era." Whether you agree or disagree with that statement, I don't care. He is awesome and I'll tell you why.
I had an opportunity to view the Jeff Koons: A Retrospective show this past week and was left more smitten than ever with the artist. I have always had a fondness for pop art and a true love for the likes of Andy Warhol and everything he accomplished. He was one of the first mainstream artists to say that it was ok to manufacture art in a way that was hands off but still all yours. Jeff takes that idea to an insane level of execution.
The four floor exhibition was a trip through nearly 150 objects that represented the artists career and development from 1978 to the present. His fondness and respect for the found object is apparent in almost every object he creates. The fact that he then takes those common found objects of interest and replicates them masterfully, beautifully, pristinely in difficult and unforgiving materials is divine.
A sculptor friend of mine hates Jeff Koons. Say's that he can't respect the man because he's so far removed from the making. I say nonsense to that. He may employ over 125 people but this work is his. He's not pretending his hands have made every piece. And I get there is a physical connection to an artist sculpting or carving or building something on his own. But it's simply not necessary with his work. I want to lick the insanely perfect finish of the Balloon Dog. I want to be fooled by the precision of the oil paintings photo like realness. I want to surround myself with his aesthetic.
It's playful, and purposeful, and it makes me happy. I don't love and covet every piece. The Kama Sutra pieces and the self portraits are a bit self obsessed. The pile of playdoh doesn't make me drool. Yet I respect his exploration with those elements and a bit of targeted porn will never scare me away from wishing I was a billionaire so I could own one of his rabbits.
The Carnegie Museum of Art in Pittsburgh is exhibiting a very interesting show which opens June 28th. There are only 5 pieces in the entire show but each one has a fabulous story. Let's be honest, the story is the thing that makes art prices escalate. The Mona Lisa wouldn't be the most famous painting in the world if it hadn't been stolen and vandalized at different points in history. Here is what the museum has to say about its new exhibit:
"Faked, Forgotten, Found showcases conservators’ forensic analysis of five Renaissance paintings in the museum’s collection that have undergone significant scientific analysis and conservation. The discoveries about each work are presented through extensive multimedia documentation, highlighting a fascinating but little-seen aspect of museum practice. Learn how curators and conservators discovered a portrait of Isabella de' Medici attributed to Alessandro Allori beneath the surface of a work repainted in the 19th century, or how to tell the museum’s genuine painting by Francesco Francia of the Virgin and Child apart from later imitations and copies. The exhibition offers a behind-the-scenes perspective on the intersection of art and science taking place in the museum every day. "