I guess I am not just in a painting rut, but a writing rut too. I haven’t been doing much of either, aside from some grant apps and miscellaneous chatting here and there. The truth is that I am still busy with taking care of my mom and her affairs since we moved her from a nursing home and into my brother’s house. I feel like I just haven’t had much of a life besides that. The reception for Inner Outline went well though. I was so very very appreciate for the people that came all the way out to Westwood on a Wednesday evening just after the rush hour. I know that couldn’t have been fun. I was very grateful and humbled by the wonderful and positive feedback I received.
A nice surprise was that I got to finally meet the new director of George Billis Gallery, Hillary Metz. Bonita Helmer, another GB artist was showing at the gallery upstairs from me, so she was there to support the both of us, and it was great to be able to spend some quality time with her with so much of the work displayed. She’s going to be great for the gallery and I feel some great things are coming down the pike for the gallery. Speaking of Bonita Helmer, her show looked fantastic. She and I are also part of the Jewish Artists Initiative of Southern California. I happened to have had a meeting today with their new Program Director, Anne Hromadka, who happens to be the Director Emeritus at George Billis… See how it all becomes one big circle??? Anne was filling me in about all the future plans for JAI and I am really excited to get my feet deeper in.
Now that a light at the end of the tunnel is coming up soon, I hope to get back to working again at a more regular pace. Like I said, I haven’t been painting, but I have been sewing. I have to get on the horn and make a bunch of new work in a hurry for the Spring so I can show the soft, sewn sculptures in Marfa at Galleri Urbane. I’m also fixin’ to make a few more Thomas Bros. maps for a JAI event and something for the Santa Monica Museum of Art’s Incognito fundraiser. I just finished “Calvin” to keep “Medina” company. I used my Dad’s real trifocals and the resemblance is pretty striking, I must say.