Ryan Tramonte

Reputation is Everything

November 06, 2017
Growing up afraid of my shadow was beneficial in many ways. One way was that I never got to know the wrath of the nuns in my Catholic grade school; my fear for them came built in. That wasn’t as true for many of my classmates who, at one point in time, met the short end of a ruler, a paddle, a knuckle, or, the cold glare from the Habit.

The Art and Science of Being "Fine"

July 27, 2017
It all began when I got my first bike and permission to leave the safety and overprotection of my family property to drop a letter at the post office for my Aunt Tina. It was like the whole world opened up and there were people everywhere. After I placed the letter in the out-of-town box, I decided to take advantage of my parole. I sat on the inside steps of the post office and watched as everyone from my small Louisiana home town came in and out dropping off packages, buying stamps, and picking up their mail.

Art Spotlight: Elliott Gallery

July 27, 2017
I have always adored animals, even from a young age. When I was a kid I had a “big box of animals” which consisted of hundreds of plastic animal figurines. Lions and tigers, and hippos all mixed in with my farm animals, and my very impressive ape collection. However, it was the pink rhino that was my favorite. I would hunt and search through the box looking for him and when I found him it was like finding treasure. A treasure, because he wasn’t just an ordinary plastic animal figurine.

Bywater Baby

July 27, 2017
In school, I hated math. The only math I enjoyed was counting the hours until history class. History was my ace because, as the name says, it’s a story…a true story about all the things that happened to make where we are and what we are doing today so important and special. New Orleans is steeped in history that runs up the river to the Garden District and down the once canal that is now I-10 to Lakeview.

Artist Spotlight... Caliche & Pao - The Yin, The Yang, and the Art

May 02, 2017
A long time ago, when I was young and trusted people, someone very wise told me that the key to a happy life is finding balance. Well, I took him literally and started my failed career as a ballet dancer. However, the older I get the more I think that finding your yin can be the best thing you can do for your yang. Royal Street has a yin and a yang that are the perfect visual balance in a decadent color explosion.

"Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With Strings"

May 02, 2017
Besides raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, flowers are a few of my favorite things; dubbed, by yours truly, as nature’s labor of love. When the dog bites or the bee stings, it is flowers that we use to pull us up out of the dumps and help us to “get it together Mary”, another saying dubbed by yours truly.

Beyond the Quarter

May 02, 2017
I love mayonnaise almost as much as Barry Manilow loves a weekend in New England.

I have never met a mayo I didn’t like, and I have never met a dish that didn’t benefit from knowing a spoonful of it. Mayo isn’t the only condiment my unsophisticated palette has warmed up to. In fact, I can’t imagine life without any of them: ketchup, mustard, sriracha, the Bywater! Wait, did I say the Bywater? Yes … yes, I did.

Art Spotlight - Martin Lawrence Gallery

February 03, 2017
Its spring time, which means festival season, snowballs, and most importantly the Martin Lawrence Gallery’ New Orleans’ Spring Auction. This year the Martin Lawrence Gallery at 433 Royal Street, brings more amazing artists along the Mississippi River to the Westin Hotel Ballroom Sunday, March 26.

“The auction, and the weeks leading up to it, allows us to show collectors so much more art than we could ever hold in the gallery itself” said Gallery Director, Mary Co

It’s Not the Journey, It’s the Launch

February 03, 2017
The best part about growing up in small town rural Louisiana was plotting to leave as soon as I could. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great childhood. I had my cousins as my best friends, my Maw Maw Toni’s home cooking, I went to private school, took art lessons, slept late, and didn’t have a care in the world. Life was perfect, except that it was there in that small town. I would sit in my bedroom and wonder what the rest of the world was like. I would imagine joining African safaris in the summer. In the winter, I envisioned myself surrounded by snow—anywhere.

Hearing the Beauty that Surrounds Us

February 05, 2015
When I was young, my mother filled our house with music. We would sing all the time, neither of us with any kind of real success. I specifically remember singing "Rhinestone Cowboy" riding in our car when radios were still dial tuned and before seat belts were "fashionable" . As festival season approaches, no time in the French Quarter is more filled with the sounds of music. We come out of the cold weather into longer, warmer, festival-filled weekends that sweep us off our ears and celebrate the sounds that make our neighborhoods famous.

It's A Whimsical World

October 27, 2014
It wasn't until recently that I developed something many of you have had from an early age. Dreams and aspirations not only escaped me, I thought they were downright foolish, and those who believed in them to be even bigger fools. I was perfectly content to live my life as the nice, neat, hot mess that I always have been, funny on the outside and a completely lost individual on the inside. This was especially true in the "dating and relationship" department. I watched as all my friends fell in and out of love, some marrying, and some divorcing.