UD in Utero, 1953.

Four generations: Mitzi, preggers with UD;
Grandma Fanny Kirson Wasserman; and
Great Grandma Rebecca Kirson.

UD‘s sister Barbara is
already out of the womb.

Mitzi Wasserman (aka UD’s mother), Mount Saint Agnes College, Baltimore, Maryland, late 1940’s.

History of the school here.

University basketball players get paid off! Shocker!! And double shocker that it happens here, at Mr UD’s institution…

… the University of Maryland.

Lawdy. Hand me my smelling salts.

Chez UD, trim some limbs…

… put them in a pile, then take a break
from work (because you feel you are about
to die of heat stroke).

Five minutes later: voila.

A deer buffet.

The Garrett Park Fourth of July Parade

The signs say

Uncle Sam on the back of a Saab
convertible. Foreground, La Kid.

Garrett Park boy scouts.

Independence Under the Heat Dome

They just labored by, every one of them inviting a heart attack while enacting what people persist in calling a Fun Run. Judging by the expressions on their faces, UD would say it’s a Stun Run; but every Fourth, UD‘s hometown, Garrett Park, Maryland, puts on a full day of activities, and they’re not about to suspend the morning race.

As for UD, she has put out a flag,

seating, and citronella.
GP’s parade will be by soon.

UD’s early morning walk…

… takes her to Black Market Bistro,

Garrett Park, Maryland.


This morning’s walk took UD to
the United States Botanic Garden

where she took this picture of the
Capitol dome framed by a palm tree.

Watch as images of two of the Soltan Fangors appear.

Our other two will be featured in Bonham’s New York auction this November.

Need more information before you buy? Scroll down to page 105.

Another Scathing Online Schoolmarm in…

UD‘s hometown, Garrett Park.

“Something old, something very new,” an otherwise respectful report on the royal wedding, said, “Bespoke, cut and sewn by hand, Harry was wearing his aviator wings and a medal honoring his service.” Describing a prince as bespoke is appealing, but cut and sewn is unseemly for the occasion even if true. And it sounds awfully painful.

Matt Gillman, Garrett Park

UD and Sportaldislexicartaphobia : Part One.

UD does not suffer from generalized fear of paintings, only fear of several paintings that, until last week, hung in her own wee ‘thesdan house. She acquired them in 2005, on the death of her father-in-law, Jerzy Soltan, who had himself acquired them in the form of gifts from his old friend Wojciech Fangor.

By virtue of being Poles who lived through most of the twentieth century, Soltan and Fangor got served up absurd, atrocious, obscene, ridiculous sorts of early lives – picaresque farces where they were always leaping about trying to survive the latest global disaster. It’s a bit of luck that either man survived to mid-century, and even more amazing that both eventually returned to the very privileged lives into which they were born.

The early ‘seventies saw Soltan a Harvard professor and Fangor the subject of a one-man show at the Guggenheim.


Yet not much happened for Fangor after that show; he remained obscure, and during the subsequent years I knew him in upstate New York, was simply one more struggling artist, working hard in his studio, getting occasional teaching/lecturing gigs, trying to sell canvases.


So when Les UDs sat on the floor of Jerzy’s Cambridge studio sifting through his art collection and dividing things up with Mr UD’s sister, they treated the Fangors the way they treated all of the other mildly significant artworks Jerzy, who knew many Polish artists, had gathered. Mr UD put one of Fangor’s circles on his office wall at the University of Maryland, and the other circles went in La Kid’s room.


When did UD start idly checking the prices of Fangor’s circles online? Aucune idée. But it gradually occurred to me that the numbers were going up and up and up, and that articles about his hotness were proliferating. “Take that Fangor off your office wall and bring it home!” UD screeched at Mr UD one day. “And while we’re on the subject, we need to put all of these behind glass and insure them or something…”

Les UDs both became more and more uneasy as they realized they were holding onto, and not taking particularly good care of, paintings that had suddenly become insanely valuable. It was time to sell.

UD sent exploratory emails to Sothebys, Christies, and Bonhams. The first two sent polite form letters asking to see some pictures of her Fangors. A Fangor specialist from Bonhams almost immediately got on a train from New York City to DC and visited our pictures. She spent hours in the house, scrutinizing, taking notes, taking pictures, chatting to me about Fangor and the paintings, and of course offering us a contract.


More to come.


Photos Tamara Trocki.

‘Ineffable Space’ – The book accompanying the Jerzy Soltan exhibit in Warsaw.

Photographed outside, in front
of one of UD‘s dragonfly pillows.

UD/DC Exurbs

On her way to her Uber, UD spied
a turtle in her pachysandra.

At Potomac Park, she bought tea
and coffee at this new Italian cafe,
stuffed her backpack with grapes,
Cheerios, toothpaste and dog treats
from Harris Teeter, walked briskly
around residential Potomac Park,
and then Ubered home.


UPDATE: UD‘s rather – uh –
informal garden turns out to be
a perfect spot for turtles.

Les UDs finally did some spring cleaning in a messy little closet they almost never open…

… and they found this,

with two long dusty cords
dangling out of it.

I’m thinking Margaret and Munro Leaf
had it installed around 1965.

An inexpressibly perfect spring evening …

… calls for dinner on the lawn.

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