The seminal use of our silhouetted “MODERN©MAN” figure, which is frequently found in our sculpture, painting & drawings, goes back to my 2nd year as a student at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago. I needed to create a “scale figure” to use alongside my sculpture maquettes and with interior and exterior architectural elevation drawings. I was inspired by Corbusier’s solution for the same requirements. However, I wanted my scale figure to appear androgynous and be completely drawn only by using a single continuous line without lifting the pencil off the paper – Voila! “MODERN©MAN”!

Drawing of Modern©Man & Corbusier’s scale figure, side by side ©Karen & Tony Barone

After the calendar changed centuries and 911 changed everything, we traded the sand at Muscle Beach for the sands of the Palm Springs Desert. Morning coastal gloom was exchanged for over 348 days of sunshine a year. We switched from our massive and monumental Canal-side minimalist 3 story studio-residence on the Pacific Coast in the Los Angeles community of Venice (Beach) for a low slung Mid-Century Modern ranch style house with 360 degrees of desert landscaping in the Palm Springs California Desert community of Rancho Mirage.

California Homes (Magazine) cover of Barone studio/residence on the Venice canals

We traded the LA County Museum of Art (LACMA) for the Palm Springs Art Museum (PSAM). Our local architectural influences changed from Frank Gehry and Googie to the likes of Krisel, Cody and Kaptur – – – “We got out of Dodge” – and set up shop in what is now “our desert paradise” – “Paradiso Secco”.

“LAST ONE OUT OF LA … TURN OFF THE LIGHTS”,  a 10 foot wide forced perspective triptych ©Karen & Tony Barone

Our painting, “LAST ONE OUT OF LA … TURN OFF THE LIGHTS”,  a 10 foot wide forced perspective triptych, reflects on some of what we and others were feeling in the new millennium. The portrait of Karen, which dominates the large rectangle shaped center canvas, was based on a color-pencil drawing I sketched of Karen while on one of many trips to the neon-sign-cluttered colonial port city of Hong Kong. I reimagined Karen as a neon sign. The triptych, which was executed by the two of us, followed the original drawing by almost two decades. We abandoned the ordinary rectilinear construction of the canvas stretcher bars on the outside canvases for mirror-image trapezoids. This resulted in a single point forced perspective. The forced perspective make the left and right canvases appear to project off the wall in a somewhat Cinemascope effect. They make the painting more sculptural and categorically place the artwork somewhere between painting and sculpture. They make the canvas an integral part of the painting, not just a substrate for the oil paints.

Moving to “The Desert” did not force us out of being in the proximity of water; however, this time the water was in a large amoeba shaped swimming pool with a waterfall enhanced spa. Actually, the water in the Venice Canals was closer to our patio in LA than the water in our pool is to our patio in the desert.

Barone Pool ©Karen & Tony Barone

Architects like Eero Saarinen (1910-1961) and their architecture (Think: Gateway Arch, St. Louis; TWA Terminal @ JFK) have always influenced us and our work. In Chicago, we were solidly grounded on the rich history of the “Prairie School”: Louis Sullivan and Frank Lloyd Wright. We worked in the long shadows of the towering sky-rise architecture of Mies Van der Rohe and Skidmore. The Art Institute introduced me to Le Corbusier and also Walter Gropius and the Bauhaus. However, Frank Lloyd Wright theory dominated the classroom, perhaps because my principal instructor was a protege’ of “Mr. Wright”. Chicago, the city itself, was a museum in real time. Sullivan, Wright and Mies were everywhere, not just on pages in books and screens in the lecture hall.

Portraits of Sullivan & Wright

As art gypsies, Karen and I had taken a sequitous journey to the Desert. Starting in Chicago, where we met, fell in love and married; to SOHO in New York where we collected more art chevrons. A horse farm in the foothills of the Smoky Mountains in East Tennessee followed – then Venice Beach – and finally Palm Springs. As artists, we have always been convinced we could live anywhere. Our work went with us – our art  went with us. Art was in our heads and at our fingertips.

SOHO Loft ©Karen & Tony Barone
Tennessee House ©Karen & Tony Barone
Chicago Loft ©Karen & Tony Barone

Back then, just a little over a decade ago, no one had heard of the “Coachella Valley”, let-alone know where it was geographically. And, although we were going to be living in Rancho Mirage, a community in the middle of the Coachella Valley, we would describe our new home and studio as being in “Palm Springs” or “in the Palm Springs Valley” – it saved explanation.

“MODERN©MAN” survived the cross-country relocation and was reinvented as a protagonist in our paintings and sculpture. At the Art Institute of Chicago, “MODERN©MAN” would help me communicate the scale/size of my art. In the desert it became the art. Now it helps Karen and me to communicate to others what is in our hearts.

Day-time photo of “Joined At The Heart” at Desert Arc ©Karen & Tony Barone

Recently “MODERN©MAN” reached its pinnacle in stature and purpose when we clustered 5 brightly colored shimmering aluminum life-size “MODERN©MAN” concave and convex silhouetted figures into a 9 foot wide ensemble sculpture on an enormous concrete truncated elliptical pad. We titled it “Joined At The Heart”. We created, built and, moved by passion, donated this artwork to DESERT ARC, one of the Coachella Valley’s most purposeful organizations in the service of humanity.

Night-time photo of “Joined At The Heart” at Desert Arc ©Karen & Tony Barone

We were concerned far too many people were not aware where this special organization, which offers services to those adults in our community with special needs, is located. We wanted to draw attention to the Desert Arc campus. Its buildings are set back behind its street-side parking lot and mostly removed from the eye of the public. Signage wouldn’t do what art could do to draw eyes. We wanted to establish a high level of “street presence” for those passing on Country Club Drive. We wanted the community to pause – take notice – and think about “this place” and its 700 clients and the 250 staff plus volunteers who serve, care for, teach and train Desert Arc’s physically and mentally disabled adult clients.

We must thank Desert Arc’s Richard Balocco and Mitch Blumberg for allowing us to express our feelings and contribute to their mission. Our sculpture celebrates the love in Desert Arc’s mission to “Enhance the quality of life and create opportunities for people with disabilities”.

As we tap away at this latest BLOB, “MODERN©MAN” achieves new heights. We are cutting, bending, welding and painting two very tall “MODERN©MAN” figures. They reach to the sky while each holds a 6 foot long metal fork above its head. Each of these two figurative works is over 8 feet in height and represent the human element in a sprawling sculpture reaching approximately 30 feet in height and 50 feet in width.

The Desert’s dynamic and extraordinarily philanthropic couple, Barbara & Jerry Keller, whose generosity reaches all of us, have engaged and challenged Karen and me to create an iconic artwork for their NEW restaurant currently under construction at “The River” in Rancho Mirage. The new restaurant is called ACQUA CALIFORNIA BISTRO.

ACQUA is being designed by Jeff Jurasky and, true to his reputation in the wake of having created the Keller’s Lulu in Palm Springs, promises to be a spectacular place to meet and eat, a “Centro” to the Coachella Valley. It will be more than “a well lit place”, it will dazzle!

Thank you,


I am a composite of skills and knowledge inherited from all those artists who have come before me.

In my most recent incarnation, I am channeling artist Chuck Jones, the world’s most collected cartoonist, animator, filmmaker and Pop art practitioner. The impressions he left on me when I was a “baby” artist, but an artist none-the-less, are indelible. Now that I am more skilled, I am even more aware of how skilled he is. I say “is” because although he passed in 2002 at nearly 90, I speak of him in the present because I continue to “draw” from him.

Portrait of Chuck Jones ©Karen & Tony Barone

Studying his artwork, especially his drawings, made me aware of how rhythmic, lyrical, free and flowing they are and how they contain such exceptional “line quality”. I can see his hand, Blackwing pencil in tow, gracefully sweeping across a blank paper placed on his drawing board. In an almost rhythmic arc his hand pivots from his wrist. I can see how his elbow had to have become the center point for a sweeping radius. The movement is akin to the performance of a virtuoso violinist.

I began by absorbing the essence of his drawing skills through the scrutiny of a copy of a loosely drawn pencil sketch with a red penciled yellow correction tissue overlay. It was sent to Karen and me by Chuck’s grandson, Craig Kausen, President of Chuck Jones Galleries. He sent the drawing shortly after a visit he made to our studio with three other Chuck Jones Gallery professionals including Michael Fiacco, the Director of the Chuck Jones Gallery in San Diego.

Drawing is the foundation, pillars and cornerstone of Chuck Jones’s artwork. Drawing is also the seminal element for all of Karen’s and my work. Our sculptures, paintings, and architectural design all find their origin in our pencil preliminaries and conceptual drawings. Chuck and I approach our artwork through our ability to draw. We already had whimsy and joy in common. In an eureka moment it all clicked for me. That moment was when I received the copy of that loose pencil sketch of Bugs by Chuck Jones. He and I became fast-dry-glued at the hip.

I am absorbing Chuck Jones just as a l have absorbed artists the likes of Ed Pascke, James Rosenquist, Roy Lichtenstein, Marcel Duchamp and Andy Warhol. All, with the exception of Duchamp, were easier to absorb because I knew them personally; they were of my time. Duchamp’s osmosis was not about technique or style; it was purely cranial and conceptual.

However, this time the absorption of another artist is more purposeful. Craig had requested Karen and I create a full size, 4ft X 5ft painting in the trapezoid style of the other 12 paintings to be exhibited in their San Diego California gallery. Only for this painting, could we replace our giant chartreuse “POLKA-POOKA”, which was derived from our sculptures, with a new protagonist – Bugs Bunny, the world’s most famous rabbit?

We accepted the challenging opportunity with excitement. Karen and I would face-off with Bugs every day, drawing and painting to our hearts content. For us, this added an additional endorphin release created by including the personification of Bugs to our trapezoid shaped stretched canvas in our painting studio – recently rebranded: “The Rabbit Hole”

Craig Kausen, Karen & Tony Barone in the Rabbit Hole with Barone-Bugs painting titled: “BUGS IN A HARE RAISING EXPERIENCE” ©Karen & Tony Barone

In our “Polka-Pooka” rabbit paintings, the principle subject(s), the chartreuse rabbit(s), is surrounded by flattened irrelevant and unrelated black outlined objects. The objects are selected because we like the way they look and because they are visually interesting or because they turn the volume up on happy; NOT because they drive the narrative. We call the objects we float around the “Polka-Pooka” rabbits “ready-mades”; a tip-of-the-hat to French-born American surrealist Marcel Duchamp. (1887-1968). The completed painting poses more questions than it answers. The false-cognates pastiche introduction of the ready-mades requires one to linger with the work and experience it longer; perhaps to the point of captivation.

In “BUGS IN A HARE RAISING EXPERIENCE,” the “irrelevant” objects surrounding the irreverent Bugs are anything but irrelevant. They are snippets of costumes and props from the archives of some of the 167 Bugs Bunny cartoons: Rabbit of Seville, What’s Opera, Doc? … The objects are illogically flying towards Bugs in a powerful singularly directional wind from the famous rabbit’s animated past. It’s deja vu all over again!

I have not mentioned the endless wit of Chuck Jones, nor the “Chuckles” created by the twists and turns of his visual puns. They are not only entertaining and funny – they are brilliant! My objective in this issue of The BLOB is to share whom I have become by channeling Chuck Jones through the scrutiny and study of his drawings. His technical mastery as an artist surfaces when one studies his drawings … that’s … What’s up, Doc!

“BUGS IN A HARE RAISING EXPERIENCE” 4ft X 5ft ©Karen & Tony Barone


It is impossible not to be happy. I am living in kindergarten, painting and forming bunny rabbits with my best friend – ever!

We are obsessed with creating “POLKA-POOKA” rabbits in an area of our studio which we have tricked-out for Karen and I to paint together. Unlike our sculpture which draw their color from a carefully developed and tested palette of 10 transparent automotive enamels, the “POLKA-POOKA” rabbits emerging from the “The Rabbit Hole” have always been chartreuse. However, the sound fueling the mood for our creative tango is frequently “White Rabbit” – although lately, an endless loop of Neil Young picking and crooning “Harvest Moon” has  re-choreographed our creative tango into a romantic shuffle.

For information regarding the above mentioned exhibit & works by
Karen & Tony Barone
(on exhibit thru April 13th, 2017)
Chuck Jones Gallery in San Diego
Michael Fiacco, Gallery Director

BLOB #8 – A Behind the Scenes Adventure Down the Rabbit Hole

“BOXER” (from the”POLKA-POOKA” rabbit series) Oil painting on trapezoid shaped canvas, 60″h x 48″w (@ widest point), ©Karen & Tony Barone

“BOXER”  is the 1st “POLKA-POOKA” rabbit painting to be completed by Karen and I in the new year. It crossed the finish line at midnight on Dec. 31st. It was signed by the two of us during a champagne toast at 12:01AM, one minute into the New Year.

“PISA” ©MMXVII, (from the”POLKA-POOKA” rabbit series) Oil painting on trapezoid shaped canvas, 48″h x 40″w ©Karen & Tony Barone

Soon after “BOXER” we completed “PISA”, the 2nd “POLKA-POOKA” rabbit painting to be completed by us in the new year. Because of our unique painting style, It is not unusual for us to occasionally have paintings completed almost back-to-back or out of order of commencement. In actuality, “BOXER” had a gestation period of three months. On the other hand, “PISA” took nine months to be completed. Well! That answers the question we are most frequently asked: “How long did it take you to make that painting (or sculpture)?”

In 2015 the giant “POLKA-POOKA” Rabbits, which we had been creating in brightly painted aluminum sculpture in heights that reached 8′-6″, began appearing in our paintings. In the paintings, the  “POLKA-POOKA” rabbit itself settled into one color – chartreuse!  Its large slanted blank oval eyes and inside ear lining became and remained bright yellow, except when workplace safety conditions required goggles.

Generally there is no intellectual or logical connection between the “POLKA-POOKA” protagonist in the painting and the objects floating around in the benign background of the painting. We refer to these illogically placed objects as “ready-mades” – a wink and a nod to the French born American surrealist artist Marcel Duchamp. ln the early 20th century, Duchamp introduced industrially fabricated mass produced items into New York exhibitions and claimed them to be ART – he changed art forever

Portrait of Marcel Duchamp ©Karen & Tony Barone

We have our “stretcher bars”, the wood that holds our canvas, mitered to form our stretched canvases into trapezoidal shapes. We do this to direct the viewer’s eye and to reinforce the composition.  The unorthodox shape draws in and more quickly engages the viewer as well. It also adds a 3D, or sculptural, element to our paintings.

We primarily paint in layers – “wet-over-dry” – using one milkshake blender mixed color from a baby food jar at a time. Before going “back in” the oil paint colors previously applied must be dry. We often prefer a sharp hard edge on one side of the newly applied paint and a soft feathered edge on the other. We refer to a feathered edge technique as “rub and scrub”. Many of those viewing our paintings ask “is it airbrush?” – it is not. For a hard-edge conclusion, we often utilize masking techniques. Pulling 5 different width masking tapes from 5 heavy dispensers atop a high custom designed rolling stand which moves around from painting to painting. Only I mask. Karen doesn’t mask. She has a steadier hand and more patience when “pushing paint” (a term used by artist Julian Schnabel). My masking tape technique was pushed along by James Rosenquist – a long time Pop favorite, whose work we collected. We were able to spend time with James on several occasions.

Portrait of James Rosenquist ©Karen & Tony Barone
In “the Rabbit Hole” (the name we’ve given our room we paint in). Everything is on wheels, including our individual painting stands.One of two easel walls in “Down The Rabbit Hole” painting studio. (L2R) “RED HERRING” and “TAHITI” both are “works-in-progress” paintings. ©Karen & Tony Barone

The Rabbit Hole consists of a large room which is completely open at each end and has a pair of parallel walls which serve as floor to ceiling easels in which large canvases are free to move up and down for placement at the most advantageous height for which of us is at work. This easel system has seen us accomplish paintings as tall as 7 feet and as wide as 10 feet. The creative dance Karen and I perform while we are down the Rabbit Hole is one of complete collaboration.

(L to R) “Pearls”, “Feet First”, “Head First” ©Karen & Tony Barone

One end of the Rabbit Hole is open to “the Studio”. In the Studio, we each have large white drawing tables jutting off a wall and positioned parallel to each other in a manner reminiscent of Ferranti and Teicher and their twin pianos. If the Rabbit Hole is where we dance, then the Studio is where creative jam sessions and the art of business takes place.

The STUDIO. Karen’s drawing board first on left, Tony’s right behind. On the wall: “PISA” (1st), “FULL TRANSPARENCY” (2nd) ©Karen & Tony Barone


While I was attending The School of the Art Institute of Chicago, the school was awash with abstract modernist theory. This made things difficult for me because – I could draw. However, because I could draw AND conceptualize in 3D, I had a field day in sculpture and architecture.

There was a weekly extracurricular, after studio hours, foreign film viewing and lecture class in the ornately embellished late 19th century proscenium theater in the Art Institute of Chicago. The acoustically perfect theater, located in the palatial main building, was founded in 1879. It is the original structure, the seminal building, of the now sprawling museum & school we know today. The Art Institute of Chicago is one of the oldest and largest museums in the United States. It’s grand entrance remains protected by a pair of iconic oversized lion sculptures; perhaps a subliminal germ seed influence on the larger-than-life animal sculptures Karen and I create today.

Drawing of The Art Institute of Chicago

The films we saw directed by the Swedish auteur Ingmar Bergman were boring and tedious. The French films all seemed to run together in a gray monochrome joined by an unemotional monotone. Both the Swedish and French cinemas appealed mostly to those artsy-smartsy students who were hanging on to the last vestiges of the – “like” – coffeehouse beatnik era.

For me, Italian films by Federico Fellini where magical. I couldn’t get enough. Fellini’s films immediately influenced my thinking. They changed how I saw the world and my creative output. They made me realize “movies”, not just paintings and sculpture, could be art. I would see each of the now classic creations repeatedly. I thought Italian actors like Marcello Mastroianni and Giancarlo Giannini were the coolest guys on the planet … my name, Tony Barone, possessed the same kind of melodic Italian sing-song and to me we had so much in common.

Portrait of Marcello Mastroianni
Portrait of Giancarlo Giannini

I continued to connect with contemporary Italian filmmakers like Lina Wertmuller (Seven Beauties, Swept Away) and Giuseppe Tornatore (Cinema Paradiso, Malena). With Tornatore there was a double connection. He had set and filmed much of Cinema Paradiso, his Academy Award for Best Foreign Film, in the small town of Palazzo Adriano, the central Sicilian town where generations of my maternal ancestry lived before my grandfather, who had been seriously wounded during Mussolini’s African war in Ethiopia, told my grandmother he refused to fight anymore Fascist wars and was getting out of Italy. My mother was an infant in the arms of my grandmother when they all arrived at Ellis Island – America!

Fast-forward to when Karen & I were living in our massive, architecturally minimalist, three story studio sitting on the water’s edge of the Grand Canal in “The Venice of America “. Daily morning exercise was challenging each other to high-energy matches on the paddle-tennis courts on Venice Beach.

So many of our life changing adventures started with a telephone call. This time the call was from Ubaldo Grazia who, while in San Francisco, saw our hand decorated ceramic art charger-plates displayed in the high fashion storefront windows at Wilkes Bashford, the prestigious designer men’s and women’s boutique off Union Square. Before I met Wilkes and he commissioned our ceramics for his home furnishings department, I thought the store was owned by two people – Wilkes AND Bashford. Ubaldo flew down to L.A. and invited us to “come make-a-plates in Italy for my company”.

Photo of Grazia Factory – The form room at Grazia Deruta stores the archives of past works. Rows and rows of bisque ware preserve shapes and measurements and was the room Karen and Tony created their plates.

Ubaldo’s invitation resulted in Karen and I making several annual trips to Umbria to “make-a-da-plates” in the tiny Italian hill top town of Deruta, which was built entirely on Roman foundations.

Deruta is located north of Rome and Assisi and just 15 kilometers south of Perugia (famed for chocolate, the 14th century University and the American collegiate murder trials). Deruta was too small to offer evening restaurant and hotel accommodations so we spent our nights in Perugia, the lively capital city of Umbria. Each morning after coffee in our room, we set out on our brisk walking exercise through the ancient historical city sites and the morning’s farmer’s market for a tutorial on the seasons produce. We would drop into a fornio for fresh out-of-the oven and still hot vegetable topped flatbread. While at the fornio, we would engage Perugia’s matriarchs in morning conversation and gossip while surrounded by the warmth and aroma of baking panni as they purchased their “daily bread”.

Still early morning, we would return to our grand and elegant 16th century hotel with Edouard Manet balconies reaching out over the city’s main pedestrian-only stone paved promenade flanked with pastry and gelato shops. We would change into work clothes for creating ceramics. Of course Karen’s work clothes are as interestingly and artistically assembled and composed as any of her “Art is wear you find it” creations.

We packed my Moroccan water merchants coarsely crafted leather shoulder bag with its antique coin clad flap and pouch, an acquisition from yet another memorable escapade, as it was perfectly sized for sketch pads and art supplies. We exit the hotel and attempt to maneuver our tightly geared, low to the ground, pint sized Fiat through the cities narrow ancient streets in search of the main portal which will take us outside Perugia’s massive walls.

The city, with its mostly intact medieval origins, sits on a plateau high in the sky atop an almost sheer-sided mountain. Once outside the historic city’s walls, we lose altitude dropping quickly hair-pinning our way down to the main road and the short picturesque ride to the Grazia Majolica Ceramics Factory in Deruta. Ubaldo Grazia, whose family has owned and operated the factory for centuries, corrects me when I mention, “the kilns are 500 years old”. “Tony”, he explained, “the factory is 500 years old, but the kilns, they are from the Romans”.

Photo of  Ubaldo Grazia (seated at the wheel) in the decoration room of his factory c. 1925. The tables visible in the background are still used today in the light-filled room which is set aside exclusively for the precise work of painting.

On this visit, which was not our first, our expectations were to create 8 or 10 original Majolica “Barone Art Platters”. Each was to be the seminal piece for the extraordinary decorators, some many generations deep, to hand paint exact copies of one by one. Our originals sit in a vault until requisitioned. An artist/proof (A/P) of each of the new works is created for immediate placement in the Deruta Regional Museum of Ceramics. While we were creating the designs, we were introduced to a professor visiting from the town of Faenza, not to be confused with Firenze (Florence) the capital of Tuscany. The professor had traveled to Deruta to work on a special Majolica Ceramics project. During the Renaissance, Majolica production was spread out over many central Italian cities. The twentieth century finds the skilled craft confined primarily to 3 Italian hubs: Deruta and Urbino, both in Umbria, and Faenza in the region of Emilia Romagna (Majolica from Faenza is referred to as “Faience”). The Professor invited Karen & I to visit The International Museum of Ceramics in Faenza and address his students – we accepted.

Our mission in Deruta accomplished, we squeezed into our Fiat and headed North. Faenza is 50 kilometers S/E of Bologna, and inland about the same distance from the Adriatic coastal city of Rimini – RIMINI! The birthplace and home of FEDERICO FELLINI – a god to me!

Portrait of Federico Fellini

We were not scheduled to speak at the School of the Museum until the next day – so, we diverted to Rimini.

It was early in the afternoon of a cold, damp and gray March day when we arrived in Rimini. We weaved our way to “Centro” and the main piazza, today named Piazza Fellini. Karen was wrapped in her dramatic pitch-black floor length silk velvet Little Red Riding Hood cape with the full draped hood slumped to her shoulders. The entire inside of the black cape and hood was completely lined in the same velvet only in a bright vibrant mandarin red. She resembled a Fellini character from his 1965 film “Juliet of the Spirits” (Italian: Gillette Deli Spiriti).

I was wearing my black ankle length constructed overlapping and layered topcoat by PASHU designer Shin Hosokawa. It was acquired during frequent trips to Japan. Hosokawa created dramatically structured and sculptural fashion much in the Japanese haute couture tradition of his well-known contemporary Issey Miyake.

In motion, I may have appeared to be a huge black floating origami fortress, a sort of Japanese Trojan Horse.  I once wore “the coat” to a live performance by the legendary Maria Callas at The Chicago Civic Opera. During the intermission, a gentleman approached me in the lobby and asked … “You are the Maestro, no?” I answered “yes, ‘no’ is correct”. He thought I was Luciano Pavarotti. His inquiry definitely accelerated my efforts to lose weight.

As we investigated the Piazza, we were confronted by large bright yellow posters with an early airbrushed black & white mid-century photo of the young angelic face of Fellini’s wife and muse, the actress, Giulietta Masina. They covered the walls of the ancient buildings surrounding the piazza. “GIULIETTA MASINA WILL ARRIVE TODAY … at the TEATRO NOVELLO … at 16:00 HOURS.”

The message on the poster was delivered in Italian, which I thought I had deciphered quite accurately. However, as we got closer to 4:00pm, the number of mostly shorter and older Italian women dressed in black and wearing black stockings, became a crowd lined up behind the carabinieri ropes and stanchions.  I had assumed Giulietta Masina was arriving for an appearance at the Teatro Novello in Rimini to eulogize her famous husband Federico who had passed away less than 6 month ago. However, now it dawned on me it might be something else! Turning to Karen, I said: “I think she died and this is her funeral”!

The Italians, mostly women, still dressed in mourning attire from the loss of their husbands some many years ago, began to step aside and ease us closer to the police cordon and entrance to the theater. As the late afternoon got colder and 4:00pm arrived, so did a sleek modern hearse that was more like an American station wagon. Although it was not black, but beige, it was a hearse non-the-less. To our surprise, the crowd erupted into loud applause as Giulietta’s casket was removed from the back of the vehicle and her coffin slowly made its way along the front of the Roman Arches to the pair of massive doors where it would enter the theater for Giulietta Masina’s last appearance. By this time the mourners, thinking we were either friends or colleagues of Federico & Giulietta, kept guiding us forward to a point where we were now with the family, completely surrounded by flowers, and positioned close to Giulietta’s casket – and there we stayed.

Portrait of Giulietta Masina

We had been scheduled to arrive at the hotel in Faenza by late afternoon, however, that was no longer a possibility, or important. I remember driving at night and being solemnly greeted by lamppost lit empty streets and the illuminated “HOTEL” sign at the center of town. It was like being on the set of a late night shoot of La Dolce Vita.

Early the next morning we were standing before a studio-classroom full of bright, fresh, young Italian students full of hope and waiting for us to speak …

“HOMAGE to Fellini” by Tony Barone, a ©1994 wax pencil drawing on raw linen executed following the passing of Federico Fellini.
Photo: ©Barone

FEDERICO FELLINI, 73 yrs. 1920 -1993

GIULIETTA MASINA, 73 yrs. 1921- 1994

A limited selection of signed & numbered original
Majolica plates & platters are available at the MUSEUM STORE


Photo of Barone SOHO Shop
Photo: ©Barone

The artist-driven “color” cosmetic products we created for our BARONE store on West Broadway “knocked-your-socks-off.” The store was just a short block-and-a-half from our cavernous 4th floor loft which took up an entire floor at 123 Prince St. at Wooster in New York’s SoHo*, the art epicenter of the world. The store at 414 West Broadway was right next-door to the gallery of famed art dealer Leo Castelli (Jasper Johns, Warhol, Lichtenstein, Rosenquist, Raushenberg) and directly across the street from Mary Boone. The SoHo store was named “BARONE” and this was confidently expressed by a hand carved deep relief sign painted in black and  bright cadmium yellow. The Barone signature sign with its expressive and exaggerated “E” and unique 3 dots, hung floating under the slanted forced perspective soffit above a pair of modern French doors.

BARONE Store Front
Photo: ©Barone

The store was our showcase to the world and it was “jammin’!” Our BARONE products were being sold uptown in Bloomingdale’s and midtown at Macy’s Herald Square as well as across the Atlantic at Top Shop in London and Galleries Lafayette in Paris. Next, we crossed the Pacific by entering into a licensing agreement with a giant cosmetic manufacturer in Japan.

Photo of BARONE at Bloomingdale’s
Photo: ©Barone

With Barone Cosmetics now in Japan, Karen and I started traveling to Asia at least twice a year for personal appearances. We would fly into Tokyo for meetings with Mr. Ito and Mr. Yamamori. Mr. Ito was the CEO of the largest “liquid-fill” (lotions, creams, fragrances) cosmetics manufacturing firm in Japan. His corporation held the license for importing and marketing Barone Products throughout the Nippon nation. Mr. Yamamori was selected from Mr. Ito’s corporate managers to head Barone-Japan.  He was “our man in Tokyo.”

BARONE Face Logo
Photo: ©Barone

It was our custom to arrive in Tokyo in the PM; repair in our room at the ultra-modern Akasaka-Prince-Hotel and wait until the next morning for our meetings.

Arriving at the Akasaka-Prince-Hotel is akin to entering an all white Bugsby Berkley dream. A classical pianist played Chopin at a white grand piano. White was everywhere: walls, ceiling, furniture, floor. The piano sat atop a white pedestal-like stage.  A large crystal chandelier hung all the way down from the super high ceiling and was suspended directly above the piano. . .

Over the next several days the four of us, Ito-San, Yamamori-San, Karen-San, and I, Tony-San (because Karen & I are both Barone-San using our first names avoided confusion), would  head out each morning to visit the 10 BARONE stores in Nippon cities around the country. Accompanied by by our omnipresent Japanese interpreter, Hiromi, We would town-car around Tokyo; Bullet Train to Osaka; fly to Kyoto and Fukuoka.

We made “personal appearances” at each store and met with BARONE staff. Yamamori-San would schedule interviews and photo ops with Japanese magazine editors and writers. The youth of Japan are voracious readers. They crowd around magazine stands soaking in teen and twenty-something lifestyle and fashion periodicals. BARONE Cosmetics in all its guises appeared frequently in the ubiquitous press.

Japanese BARONE makeup artists were radiantly beautiful. They applied their cosmetics with skilled perfection. Japanese girls receive their mother’s instruction in applying their cosmetics and using “treatment” at an early age. They always used foundation which protected their skin from the sun and the environment. They loved using BARONE’s rich, bold, confident colors and light-refracting micas on their classically beautiful porcelain faces … BARONE was art supplies for the face.

BARONE Product
Photo: ©Barone

In Japan our makeup artists wore the same special smocks which we designed for our BARONE makeup artists in New York at Bloomingdales 59th St., Macy’s, Herald Sq. and the BARONE store “down” in SoHo. The smocks were made from extremely soft pitch black motorcycle jacket leather. They were unstructured with raw suede insides and had a soft matching tie belt. The hem line was raw, natural and primitive. Here’s the part that said “fashion, super cool and edgy”:  the super-hero signature shoulders you see in much of our designs for Karen’s fashion today, were covered with pointed shapes made from rich bronze toned genuine python skins” (a practice our vegan conscience would not permit today).

BARONE Uniform Drawing by Tony Barone
Photo: ©Barone

Fast forward to today and one can see how the silhouette of our “FASHIONISTA” sculptures came out of the sketches and making of those smocks. *Today our passion and sensitivity for earth’s creatures could never allow us to create fashion from the skins of animals.

Karen & Tony Barone with one of their “Fashionista” sculptures
Photo: ©Barone

The Japanese loved the ceremoniously layered and creative way BARONE products were packaged. It was micro-miniature pop art. The reverse scale of Claus Oldenburg’s oversized sculpture. We placed Lipstick in 3″ high bright red dynamite sticks with thin white fuses. Our loose powder eye shadow was packaged in 1.5″ tall micro Chinese food containers complete with “Stan Freeberg’s Chung King” wire handles and carved toothpicks which resembled mini chopsticks.

BARONE Eye Shadow
Photo: ©Barone

Promotional jargon was always tied into the packaging. For dynamite lipstick: “Blow ’em away – BARONE!” and “BARONE colors are explosive…”. Our lipstick HAD to be packaged with a labeled warning “DANGER … EXPLOSIVE COLORS”. All this mini pop art came in the form of “exterior packaging” – exterior packaging that no one threw away. Through Bloomingdales, Macy’s and our BARONE SOHO store, we sold thousands of lipsticks in New York City alone. We would go to a restaurant at nite and frequently a diner at another table would take a BARONE dynamite lipstick from her purse and bring her lips up to optimum. The experience would be entertaining and sybaritic for her and her companion(s).

BARONE Dynamite Lipstick
Photo: ©Barone

Approaching a BARONE make up station anywhere in the world was like walking up to a candy counter. BARONE shops and counters, no matter where they were located, all carried the signature look of the BARONE flagship store in SoHo.

BARONE Popcorn Box
Photo: ©Barone

The licensees as well as each department store wanted the whole look – the whole package – right down to the exploding popcorn box with “on fire” handles we designed for each customer to carry away their prized acquisitions. The Japanese loved it. It wasn’t just BARONE products the Japanese wanted, they wanted it all – excitement, colors, style, ceremony, richness, quality, wit, and fun.

In the evening all the BARONE staff in a particular Japanese city would be the guest of Mr. Ito at a bacchanal feast celebrated at one of the cities best restaurants – usually Italian. In a country of quality, perfection and ceremony, even the Italian restaurants were some of the best in the world.

I love Japan. Karen, being an absolute perfectionist, was in her realm. She loved the Japanese and the Japanese loved her. They treated her as a queen with respect and dignity. She was a rockstar, an icon they adored. We were always together.  The public saw as us an artist couple, a couple in love. They got it right – we were both and still are in love. When they would introduce us as a pair it was “Barone-San – great and famous artists”. Individually, as previously mentioned, we were addressed as “Karen-San” and “Tony-San”. All interaction was conducted by a well orchestrated established code. There were standard practices for just about everything: where and when one sat; or how something was handed to you; how you cleaned your eyeglasses (that’s another story). Formality and politeness permeated every level of society and yes, there was  bowing, but it was always timed right and never overdone.

Corporate Japan saw us as creative marketing and business innovators, knowledgeable in Art, Fashion and cross-cultural merchandising. They saw us as a couple in love who through their union, could make art into product & product into art...Everything was ART!

In Japan, honor and respect is a part of every day life. In the business transactional world and pecking order, Karen held the title of President and l was Vice President. Therefore, every time we were to get into an automobile, our Japanese associates would offer the front passenger seat – “the seat of honor” – to Karen. And every time, she would politely turn it down opting to sit in the back seat with me. Even honor and hundreds of years of tradition couldn’t separate us.

BLOB #5 – How We Got The 51 Merc In The First Place

A follow up BACKSTORY to BLOB #4 about the Merc and more images and Backstory of our design in Taipei from BLOB #2 – the connection will reveal itself…

We had been commissioned to design the interior, exterior and graphic designs for FAST LANE, a 3 story teenage department store in Taiwan ( BLOB#2 “TAIPEI … FENG SHUI”). Along with the architectural designs we were required to create four 7 foot paintings, one for each end of the principal aisles. These paintings gave shoppers a “sense of place”.

Painting by Tony Barone, “Karen as Marlon Brando” in The Wild One
Photo: ©Barone
Painting by Tony Barone, “50’s Karen”
Photo: ©Barone

Also in the mix of responsibilities was a centimeter scaled maquette for a three-story mural to adorn the customer’s journey up and down an open half circle stairwell. The Taiwanese artist interpreted our maquette beautifully, scaling it up with perfection. The mural started with the front half of a ’51 Mercury two door sedan coming out of the wall underneath the stairwell on the 1st floor.

Barone Mural
Photo: ©Barone
Barone Mural
Photo: ©Barone

Because the theme was “America of the 50’s – meets American teen movie idols of the ’50s – meets American Rock & Roll of the ’50’s-’50’s- ’50’s-’50’s, we cleaned out several of LA’s Melrose Ave. antique shops of any quirky 1950’s memorabilia. Anything that was not nailed to the floor was destined for Taipei.

Using a Mondrian patchwork of bright shiny vinyl’s, we re-upholstered rows of theater seats removed from the Shubert Theatre in LA. They became the seating for an ultra hip shoe department. We bought big bulbous 1950’s car bumpers, also for the shoe department, had them restored and painted in pastel colors, hung them projecting from the wall, filled in the void area with glass, and the bumpers became shoe display shelves.

Shoe Department at FAST LANE
Photo: ©Barone
Shoe Department at FAST LANE
Photo: ©Barone

In addition to the bumpers, many components of the design were sourced out from auto parts graveyards near our horse farm, The BAR – ONE, in the rolling hills of East Tennessee. We engaged a father and son who worked out of a back road pole barn to bring new life to the large car parts and junkers we rescued. We had met at a Rod & Custom Car Show competition where they were showing “The Stray Cats”, the name they had given what would one day be our ’51 Merc.

During this department store design and buildout process, I would stop in on the father & son custom car magicians to check on their progress. There it was, sitting inside the pole barn, the pink Merc, just as pretty as when I first saw it. It was magnificent.

However, each time I saw it, it had changed. They were always adding and tweaking. I wanted to own it and I knew it was a “Karen car”. Karen has never been drawn to anything commonplace. I told them “it is perfect and I would like to buy it”. I made them an offer – They turned it down!

By this time Karen and I had already taken Horace Greeley’s advice and were set to move to Los Angeles. We had found an amazing 3 story open space 5000 square foot brand new residential structure that was beyond modernist. It was a pure, “less is more”, Mies Van der Rohe minimalism structure that would become our Studio. It was on “The Grand Canal” in the California ocean side beach community of Venice. It was perfect, except for one big inconvenience. It only had an average size two-car garage.  The garage was not deep enough to accommodate what was our “dress up car” at the time – a midnight blue Cadillac limousine which we would use for our  Barone Cosmetics openings at Bloomingdales and Macy’s in Miami and Dallas, etc. etc. and to play country stars in Tennessee.

When I again returned to the father and son auto shop in the pole barn, they had added a “continental kit”, an extended bumper and pink and chrome spare wheel carrier to the 51 Merc. The very next visit after adding the sexy bumper they had added immense rear bubble skirts. Finally I told them I loved the Merc and again made them an offer. They once again turned it down.

When it was time to ship off everything they had completed for Taiwan, Karen needed to go to the shop for the final approval on the workmanship or what we euphemistically refer to as a “brocheh” (blessing in Yiddish). I told her she was now going to see the car which I loved and couldn’t buy. I was suffering from automotive unrequited love. I  told her “be COOL, pretend you don’t even see it, we don’t want the price to go up any further.

Well, asking Karen not to respond to a work of art that sent her endorphins on a tailspin, did not work. She walked into the pole barn and unabashedly blurted out “that’s the most beautiful car I’ve ever seen – I have to take it to Hollywood!” The father immediately responded “Karen, you want to take this car to Hollywood? There was a long silence while the father and son looked at each other. Then the father turned to Karen again saying “Karen, you want to take this car to Hollywood? Well. Okay!”

And there you have it – no more negotiating, no more pleading – the car was ours and at the original price. All it took was Karen’s pure honest emotional reaction and the father and son wanting to please her. The feeling of achievement and experiencing satisfaction of accomplishment combined with appreciation and recognition to someone creative is more important than sums of money. The father and son had achieved an unimagined goal. They had created their “Masterpiece” and it was going to Hollywood.

Driving the hot pink Mercury from our horse farm in the rolling hills of Tennessee with Karen, the girl of my dreams, sitting next to me, riding shot gun, was exhilarating beyond divine intervention. Heading for our next love, art and life adventure together was the best road trip ever. It was better than Thelma & Louise, better than Bonnie & Clyde, and ever better than Jack Kerouac.


Dedicated to BOYD HAIGLER (a beautiful man who loves beautiful cars)
and DAVID BRYANT (who loves Rod & Custom Magazine, still!)

Karen & Tony Barone’s super cool ’51 Merc
Photo: ©Barone

50’s teen movie idol James Dean had a ’51 “Merc” – and so did we!  The one James Dean drove in the film “Rebel Without A Cause” (1955) was black. Ours was HOT PINK and ours was a LEAD SLED and ours was the coolest car on the planet.

The criteria that allows a car to be considered a LEAD SLED is it must be super cool, souped-up, tricked-out and be a 1950’s “customized” car using all ‘50’s automotive parts.

Our ’51 “Merc” was “lowered” to within inches above the road and “chopped”, leaving only a 5” high windshield and side windows. It was totally re-imagined using all ‘50s car parts: ’53 Buick front fenders, ’55 Chevy rear fenders with “Frenched” tail lights and giant bubble skirts covering the rear fender wheel wells, a 15” deep rear bumper “continental kit” with a pink and chrome spare tire case. The door handles had been removed, “shaved”, and replaced with small electronic chrome buttons which were hidden under the “baby spots” at the upper front edge of the car door. The button lowered the power windows which allowed one to reach into the interior door handle and release the door lock from the inside. The hood was also shaved and so was the trunk. Large chrome trim from a ’53 Buick was attached to each side of the car starting at the back of the front wheel and travelled almost to the rear wheel. The chrome hub caps were 50’s Olds “spinners” painted pink in the recessed area. The entire car was HOT PINK except for the “baby pink rocker panel” area trapped by the chrome. The chrome resembled a giant upside-down version of the Nike woosh. The “piece de resistance” cantilevered a good 12 inches off the rear end and positioned to hover inches above the pavement was a “continental kit”, an extended bumper with a pink and chrome spare wheel carrier – James Dean eat-your-heart- out!

Sketch of James Dean
Photo: ©Barone

The Merc was lovingly built down a gravel back-road in a pole barn in East Tennessee, where, in the day, almost everything was built in that part of the state.  “Rods & Customs” are a major cash crop and the principle “vehicle” for creative expression. In East Tennessee customized cars and pickups are ubiquitous – and they are everywhere.

Our LEAD SLED was called “Stray Cats”. A reference to the cartoon painting under the hood. The hood itself was hinged behind the front bumper and would tilt up at the windshield to open, hands-free, under hydraulic power. The hood slowly powered upward to reveal a color cartoon logo painted on the underside of the hood. It was of the “Stray Cats”, a 1979 American rockabilly band. Also under the hood purring like a cat sat a ’76 Chevy 350 engine completely tricked out with chrome parts. It was the only thing on the Lead Sled that wasn’t from the 1950’s.

Our HOT PINK LEAD SLED was a masterpiece!



Karen Barone’s “Pooka-Dots” Beetle
Photo: ©MMXVI Barone

These days Karen drives her hi-tech-smart turbo-charged Beetle. She calls her black & white vunder vehicle “Pooka-Dots”. In this time of specialization some people are amazed that we were able to personally polka dot custom-eyes the vehicle ourselves. For us everything has the potential to become art. So! We signed the artwork “by Karen & Tony Barone ©2015”

Photo: ©MMXVI Barone


“Birds of a Feather” By Karen & Tony Barone, 48″ H x 60″ W Oil Painting
Photo: ©XXIV Barone

When we created “BIRDS OF A FEATHER” Karen and I were in the middle of a run of 6 paintings that later became known as the “NOSTALGIA SERIES”. Each of the paintings in the series had been derived from pencil drawings I had made of Karen while we traveled the world. In the case of this painting, my drawing of Karen was done in Ecuador. The South American country that sits on the equator.

Sketch for “Birds of a Feather”
Photo: ©Barone

Leaving the capital city of Iquitos at 4 AM in a rusted stripped down bus without glass in it’s windows and top heavy with makeshift sacks and square cages packed with small farm animals, we started on the pot hole laden washboard road westward toward the outpost town of Santo Domingo De Los Colorados.

The bone rattling, standing room only, bus was a death trap – but we were overcome with a sense of romantic adventure and high on the love that made us indestructible.

Emerging from the dense vegetation, the close-to-the-ground jungle dwelling Los Colorados men and women squeezed out of the giant opaque thallo green leaves to make their way to the weekly Santo Domingo market. The jungle butted up against the town like a fortress. It seemed, if the townspeople were to put down their machetes, even briefly, the jungle would over-run the town.

Sketch of Los Colorados Indian
Photo: ©Barone

Los Colorados Indians wore very little clothing. The men and women both wore brightly colored Inca-like horizontally striped fabric wrap-arounds that hung from their hips. The men’s wrap was like a mini skirt and the women’s wrap was a little longer and fell below the knees. It is important to note that traditionally no garments were worn from the waist up. They adorned themselves in a highly creative, decorative and flamboyant, manner using what was  indigenous to them: dried vegetation, feathers and mud. Yes, mud! 

Sketch of Los Colorados Indian
Photo: ©Barone

The men fashioned the bright red-orange clay available to them in the jungle into a close-to-the-head “yamaka-like” helmet with a short truck driver cap visor. They appear to wear this very ceremonial looking adornment 24/7. They would repair, patch or refresh its smooth slick ceramic looking surface as needed. Their hair was shaved away below the “helmet” like a U.S.Marine. Hair on the top of their head was integrated into the clay to strengthen and re-enforce the red mud in the same way Z-bar re-enforces concrete. It kept the helmet firmly in place on top of the head and protected it from the sun. The clay also served as armor, cushioning the skull from blows to the head..

Thin long decorative woven fabric worn around the neck and down, scarf-like, came in handy for use as a bandalero to carry poisoned darts and a piccolo length blow gun. They skillfully employed the blow gun to take down brightly colored tropical birds in flight.  Mostly the Los Colorados would commandeer the feathers of the birds, gleaning  from their carcass, the rare vibrant colors from nature’s palette. Sometimes they would leave the entire bird intact, remove its insides, and preserve it whole. They would then use the whole taxidermy bird as a decorative element. Such was the case in the necklace Karen wears in the drawing and thus in the painting.

“Birds of a Feather” Detail – Bird Necklace
Photo: ©Barone

Although the Los Colorados Indians wore little to cover their dark red bodies, they did apply copious amounts of white and/or black heavy paint in thick bold lines over their face, torso, arms and legs and bare feet. Thin black line tattoo decoration over these same areas was skillfully and meticulously executed.

A small ramshackle and destitute looking “freak” show circus tent sat at the edge of the market. It gave us the sense we were part of a 50’s Fellini film being made in an imaginary place at the center of the planet near an imaginary line – the Equator.

Seeing Los Colorados arriving on market day to the town of Santo Domingo De Los Colorados, amazed us. Standing on the “Wild West” plankwood walk on one side of muddy streets, we watched the almost constant stream of small groups of 4 or 5 of the colorful jungle people come down the town’s muddy deeply rutted street. They were sure footed and determined as they headed into the market with the women carrying bulbous cloth sacks on their backs. But what was truly amazing was that each of the normally bare breasted women were not bare breasted. Each was wearing a humungous bright white brassier to cover their exposed breasts. This dress code was dictated by the town’s Christian leaders chauvinistically hanging on to their Spanish missionary bias no matter how ridiculous and silly the practice.  All this reinforced the earlier feeling of being on a Frederico Fellini film.

However imaginary it all seemed, the experience was indelible. A pencil sketch was all it took to have the memory bubble-up and become a painting.


T H E   B A C K S T O R Y

“Birds of a Feather” Detail – Portrait of Karen Barone
Photo: ©Barone

We placed Karen, the paintings subject, in the center of the canvas, and flanked her with the mirror image profiles of the head of our “JAGUAR – God of the Night” sculpture. By juxtaposing and overlapping the human and red transparent animal images in “our brand of see-through, self-appropriated, pastiche”, we are able to create both depth and mystery.

“Birds of a Feather” Detail – Jaguar
Photo: ©Barone

This allows us to be able to create a rhythmic composition that brings the viewers into the painting with the jaguar head from the left and moves the viewer in a counterclockwise motion around the painting.  We’ve almost intuitively practiced this compositional directive in all of our paintings. That was until last year, when we became obsessed with creating portraits and sculptures of “our imaginary ‘POLKA-POOKA’ rabbits”. The “POLKA-POOKA” paintings require one entering the canvas straight on and usually dead center and then going on a clockwise or counterclockwise compositional journey directed by the benign “readymades” in the background.

Karen and my interest in tribal art, masks, and indigenous people’s face and body painting, has lured us to search out the world’s most “primitive” cultures. Following Michael Rockefeller’s path through New Guinea, seeking out William Holden’s Kenya and Hemingway’s Mount  Kilimanjaro with the statuesque Giacometti looking Masai Warriors in the mix, added passion and depth to our creative output.  Each adventure and immersion morphed our artwork for the better.

The spread apart mask-like blank eyes in Karen’s face in “BIRDS OF A FEATHER” goes way back to a style change which shows up in my drawings and our paintings after being under the spell of traveling in West Africa. Senegal was more about textiles. However, the former French colony of The Ivory Coast is the Big Kahuna of tribal arts. The heavily sought after masks and figures of the Senufo people, as well as the elegantly carved small ancestral figures of the Baule tribes, are found there.  They changed Modigliani. They changed Picasso. They changed us.

“Birds of a Feather” Detail – Portrait of Karen Barone
Photo: ©Barone

When it comes to jungle foliage, reference sources are limited. Paul Gauguin is a favorite, but Rouseau is “top banana” and thus was the prime jumping off point for the jungle background in “BIRDS OF A FEATHER”.

“Birds of a Feather” Detail – Jungle
Photo: ©Barone

In referencing our own sculpture in our paintings, we are creating a dialogue between our two mediums. This practice is uniquely ours. The painting is ours and the source of the subject for the painting is ours. I’ve often thought of it as an exercise in “self-plagiarism”. The opportunity is derived from our ability to perform work as both painters and sculptors who are bringing the experience of each work forward into the next work regardless of the medium.

Whether we have you enter our paintings from the left or head on, the welcome mat is out.

“Jaguar – God of the Night” – Sculpture
Photo: ©Barone

PS: To see the other paintings in the Nostalgia Series” Click Here!

BLOB #2 – “T A I P E I – F E N G S H U I”

Karen & I travelled to Taiwan to function as the head artists and designers on a high-concept three-story teen department store project. It was located on the corner of the busiest intersection in central Taipei. We named it “FAST LANE”.

Corner Entrance of “FAST LANE”
Photo: ©Barone

While in Taiwan, we slept only 3 or 4 hours a night. We kept our jet-lag intact so we would wake at 3:00 am to sketch and scribble notes in preparation for our morning meetings.

Each morning a driver in a Taiwanese version of a shiny black Town car would pick us up at the Palace hotel and bring us to the offices of the project architects where the creative team of about fifteen or so early twenty-somethings gathered in a conference room to wait for the CEO and us to arrive.

The CEO was high-fashion chic, all in black and perfectly coiffed. Like most Taiwanese, she was Chinese. She was dynamic and all business. As the head of Sunrise Department Store, she was the head fashion buyer. She identified what was “in” or “out”, set trends, and partnered with the Paris and New York Fashion houses. She negotiated all contracts and was the decision maker in hiring us.

Sunrise was a high-end designer retailer and the largest department store in Taiwan (think: Macy’s meets Bloomingdale’s, meet’s Bendel’s). The CEO of Sunrise was the CEO of our “Fast Lane” project. The department store, and it seemed everything else, was owned by the largest textile-manufacturing group in Taiwan.

On one particular morning, we were already in the conference room when the CEO arrived. She walked in carrying a roll of plans and calmly said, “We have a problem!” She always spoke perfect English, as did most of the young creatives. She was always calm. She did not need to raise her voice to get everyone’s attention. All she needed to do was say something like, “We have a problem.”

The CEO had submitted our floor plans for Feng Shui review. The Feng Shui Master had informed her “having the main entrance on the corner, where we had logically placed it, was ‘bad Feng Shui”.  He said it had to be located away from the corner and down the block 100 feet! Our first and immediate reaction was “you’re kidding!” which did not translate too well.

To put this into perspective: we had a location with a corner entrance on perhaps the busiest “pedestrian crossing in the world” and we were not allowed to utilize it.  I  had studied Feng Shui and I understood where this Taiwanese Feng Shui Master of the philosophy was coming from. However, I had only practiced it in the United States where the clients requesting its application were more interested in its trendy marketing and feel good use. They were not quite as devout as the Chinese and marketing practicality trumped devotion every time. Americans, on the whole, utilized “Black Hat” Feng Shui, an extremely liberal practice which allowed easy overriding cures for bad Feng Shui.

The CEO turned to Karen and asked “What shall we do?” Karen, a/k/a Miss Practical … Miss-Form-Follows-Function … Miss Location – Location – Location had an immediate response…

“The solution is easy – get a new Feng Shui Master!”

“Nooooooo weeee can’t doooo thaaat!” was the CEO’s excited response. We had not seen this level of emotion from her previously.

We went into full crisis mode and began revision “cloud” drawings to modify the plans. Fortunately, we only had to use a pencil to sketch and point. The architectural team had to spend the rest of the day implementing our ideas and instructions for the NEW Feng-Shui-friendly main entrance.


How does one draw customers to an entrance which is 100 feet further away from where it should be? You use every eye-catching and pleasure release trick in the book. You make their efforts worth-while and reward them when they get there.

We created a 1950’s Hell’s Angels-ish logo for Fast Lane. A motorcycle wheel with golden wings coming out of each side. From there we create variation graphics for the moth-to-a-flame experience needed to direct teenage customer to our entrance.

Large neon signs with pulsating red hearts flanked by animated wings flapping up and down. We hung the half-dozen over sized signs/art from the high arcade ceiling 5 meters apart along the detour path.

“FAST LANE” Neon Signs
Photo: ©Barone

We flanked the large yellow & black checkerboard trapezoidal doorless entrance portal with drag racing starting lights which raced from floor to ceiling in hypnotic excitement.

It drew in the Taiwanese teenagers by the thousands……

“FAST LANE” Entranceway
Photo: ©Barone
“FAST LANE” Showcase Entrance
Photo: ©Barone

PS: More Taipei stories in a future blob…

BLOB #1 – “F O R W A R D”

I’ve decided to create a blog called “The BLOB”! It will be UNcensored and noticeably UNedited. It will hop around from subject to subject, time to time and place to place. It will have no rigid form or structure… much like a BLOB!

I’ll be assembling and writing The BLOB from a perfect place – Karen and my artists’ studio in the Southern California Desert. Karen, the-girl-of-my-dreams and the-love-of-my-life, and I have named this place “Paradiso Secco”.

Curb view of Barone Studio
Photo: ©’15 James SchnepF

Without ever realizing, we had followed recommendations made by the Columbian writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez.  In an interview he gave after receiving the Nobel Peace Prize for literature, he said “during the day an artist should live on a desert island to do their work and at night they should go to the middle of life.”

In the microcosm we call “the Desert”, we have created a “desert island” paradise to make and live our art. A place created of controlled perfection and from which at night we can go to join others in the “middle of life”.

Paradiso Secco “Walking On Water”
Photo: © ’15 Peter Palladino

A dilemma – It could take a lifetime to reveal stories that were created over a lifetime. Especially when the lifetime is still creating stories…


PS: AND if my wise words aren’t enough, I will be adding a photo of a painting or sculpture with “The Back-Story”.