It’s no secret that I’ve been experiencing some rough patches lately. I guess it had to get worse before it could get better. I’m just waiting for it to get better now.
Still messing with this piece:
Art & Process
Interview!
I did this interview with Angela Romeo of Colliding Worlds TV in Palm Springs back in February when I was at the 2014 Palm Spring Fine Art Fair with Shulamit Gallery.
It features fellow gallery artist David Abir, who is first up. I come in towards the end of the show at 17:59.
I’m a bit nervous, but I suppose I shouldn’t have told you that.
Enjoy! 🙂
I Heart Blick
Lately, I’ve been working on a commission for one of my collectors in Chicago. I’m pretty into it since it’s a Kabbalah tree of life diagram, you know, Carol Es style. Or at least done with a bit of my flair to it. But now I’m going to be working on two of them since I couldn’t decide on the background for it. I’ll be giving him the choice of the two of them and I can keep the remaining one to sell. He’s cool like that.
Since I can’t find my large, shallow plastic bin, I went to Blick this morning to buy some butcher trays so I can tea-dye some of the watercolor paper that I got for this special commission. While I was there, I would up getting the very last of my art supplies for the Exodus Project, which were prac near a full set of Sennelier Grand oil pastels.
Oh the Places You’ll Go
That’s the title of my favorite Dr. Suess book. It’s the last one he created before he died. I remember rushing to the bookstore on the day it was released. I read it right there on the floor in the isle of the Walden’s near my house – and back then – I even felt guilty to be going to a “chain” bookstore to get it, but Dutton’s wouldn’t have it for another week.
Spinning Wheels
Every time I think I’m above it all, I find myself right back, flat-faced, molded, to the hard surface of the ground.
By “above it all,” I don’t mean in some condescending sort of way. I mean transcendent, like I’ve finally graduated, or matured somehow – where the little things no longer bother me. You’d think I’d have a real thick skin by now.
No such luck.