This morning, I finally hit the “submit” button on the Creative Capital grant application. I began to think I fucked it all up because I got logged out. I kept the application’s browser window open for many days because I didn’t want to be too hasty about submitting. I’d finished the application maybe a week ago, but I thought maybe I would want to change something.
Continue readingYes, This is a Manifesto
I’m so angry, I just don’t know what to do anymore. I have to say something, even if it’s my sad attempt to provoke change or fear into normal people, which I wouldn’t be able to do anyway.
Continue readingArtist in an Art Box
I’ve been having conversations with myself again—about a whole slew of topics. Then, applying the answers to my own questions, and turning them into projects, artist statements, and brainstorming things as notes and scribbles. I’m not sure where any of it is going yet. I mean, the ideas that are still abstract are maybe too abstract. Or something.
Continue readingCome Together
I feel like my show is fully coming together, sans finishing one last painting. Before the Tragedy has been sitting with a burgundy red/purple underpaint that is still drying. I think because it’s been so cold, it’s just taking eons to dry.
Continue readingWhat a Shit Show
Since the beginning of the month, I’ve been putting all my assets together to apply for another Pollock-Krasner grant. If I spent this much time putting together my application 20 years ago, maybe it wouldn’t have taken me more than seven tries to win it.
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