~THE FAM !! KATE CERIGO, JULES STEINDORF & NICHOLAS STEINDORF
here is my fav family, my art-centric, Lower East Side 80s-raised daughter, all grown up now, KATE CERIGO, her young son, my grandson Jules, and the dad, Brooklyn-based artist, NICHOLAS STEINDORF, of Blinn & Lambert, recently on vacation in Vermont, the weekend just before the big, big ‘THE CAMPUS UPSTATE’ OPENING; HUDSON, NY / SUMMER 2025.
PHOTO BY: my best, long term friend, Vermont basket-maker & quilter, SCOTTIE HARRISON.
(who also grows her own stiff, but reedy willow, for her baskets, behind her gorgeous garden / where flowers abound, amidst profuse, abundant vegetables. /
Scottie has been my best friend & fellow folk art, & all things, including knitting, crafts & folk art enthusiast & maker since our college days back at the now defunct, GODDARD COLLEGE, Vermont, in the early 1970’s. I was & remain, the only exchange student Goddard ever had, mostly because I hailed from the then, so interesting … Montreal, Quebec, CANADA. home to then less-known / also a child of recent European immigrants, LEONARD COHEN. I was granted a full year of free tuition, at that time, a very big deal. Goddard was then, absolutely the most expensive (tuition-wise) school in all of the US of A.
GODDARD was so wonderfully creative & progressive. at that time, it was the first college in all of the USA to have an open, independent study curriculum. if you just wanted to throw pots in the ceramics studio all day, then so be it !! the campus residences rang out with THE WHO, Magic Bus, Neil Young & America the band’s, Ventura Highway !! the early nascent BREAD & PUPPET was also in the same rural area. and from its lush meadows, was where the early hippie ‘summer of love’ Baba Ram Dass colorful ‘caravans’ took off for San Francisco, though to be truthful the (in-bred) mentality locals used to shoot beer cans out of their open car windows, at us, and holler slurs. I’d take that any day, over the nasty DNA-rooted FLQ FREE LIBERATION / QUEBEC discrimination / and, closed-door attitude of that decade’s radical, young French Canadians, for sure. and I never looked back.