work and blabbering

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Hola!

I’ve been buried in work and beyond. I started this painting a couple weeks ago after months of planning it out, on and off – scribbling in my little moleskin where I record my ideas and dreams. I don’t have it readily available as much as I need it. I’ve even thought about rigging it around my neck.

Attaching the bottom half (which is very thick, bumpy fabric) was the hardest part. And I went through more than a gallon of gesso and white paint to start getting it white. Fabric sure likes to suck up water based paint, so I had to change it up after a while and use layers of polymer and then enamel. Once it finally dried in the sun I started layering it with white oil paint. The people at Dick Blick thought I was a nut, since I kept going in there to buy tubes of white. Luckily, only the top layers are the 30 dollar tubes, or else this painting would have put me a lot more in debt.

So the underpainting is done and I’m just starting the fun parts on the top half, bringing out the cartoons and garment patterns that form Hebrew writing, neither which you can really see in this god-awful photo. The Hebrew says Stop apologizing for who you are, an affirmation I’ve been using a lot lately. I’m also putting bits of my Great grandmother with a tree growing out of her head, and my mother getting electric shock treatments. But I want the overall composition to feel tranquil and cozy in a freezing, arctic tundra kinda way.

Oh, so speaking of debt, I just put an unmentionable amount of money into fixing my car. It was cheaper than buying a new car, but enough to buy a certain kind of car. But I love my little CRV, and it needed new struts, arm bushings, a radiator and some pump that works with it, a wheel alignment, and a little bit of this and that besides. I was without car for a couple days, and picking it up and paying for it depressed me for another couple of days. But that’s life.

When I picked it up, MJP and I went to Joshua Tree again. I know that sounds crazy in this heat, but we went very very early in the morning, and as usual, it was gorgeous, peaceful and quiet.

The $2 Bill Show at the I5 gallery at the brewery was nice. Lots of really great work. My favorites were mjp‘s, Leigh Salgado‘s, Yaya Chou, and Reuben Sorenson‘s – who painted on both sides f the bill. It was a great show. I hope Mat Gleason does it again and perhaps make sure that no one signed the front and make people buy the work without knowing what they get, like SMMoA’s Incognito‘s events.

I have to make more coffee. I’m falling asleep typing this. It must be damn boring to read if I’m bored typing it.

More later. Addios, y hasta pronto. (Yes, I am finally learning how to speak Spanish.)

URGENT

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Self Help Graphics needs your help! The beautiful building on Cesar Chavez in East LA has been sold by the Archdiocese. SHG needs whatever assistance you may be able to provide now more than ever. They have a little less than 6 months to find a new facility. Their program houses the most important print collection of the Chicano community. They have been facilitating artists in creating a sustainable income for over 3 decades. It is vital SHG continues to service the community of East LA, and continue to thrive.

In addition to a press conference on Friday, July 11 at 10 am to address the sale of the Historic Chicano/a Art Center and explore options, SHG will also have a community meeting and structured discussion on the future of Self Help Graphics on Thursday July 17th at 7PM in the upstairs auditorium at 3802 Cesar E. Chavez Avenue, Los Angeles, CA 90063. Please come to both and see how you can help this urgent situation.

 UPDATE: Press release for the conference.

Happy 4th!

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Happy 4th everybody. Hope you are having a grand ole time. I am just hoping my dog will not get too scared tonight and try to run away. Fingers crossed. Yard boundaries secured.

I finally fished “the green one” which is now called “Argument Park.”

I also pretty much finished this freaky doll:

Okay bye.

She Dreamed She Remembered

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She Dreamed She Remembered

That is the title of my upcoming show this fall at George Billis. It only took me a month to decide on a title for the show. It was driving me absolutely batty because the titles of things are so important to me. I feel like the show title has to really wrap up the basic meaning of the show, taking all of the pieces into account. I consider it the main answer to “What does this all mean?” When I am asked that, I can refer the person to the title and not have to do as much explaining in person. The title also gives a basis in which to write a press release, and just gives a life to all my focus. I mean, I could have just called it “A Year of Sore Feet and an Aching Back!” which also explains a lot.

I’m working on 2 different series for this show, the new series and an extension to the Black Hole pieces. All throughout I am drawing on lucid dreams and genetic memory. The new stuff is a combination of family inheritance, Ancestry, cellular memory, medication, Hebrew, and evolution. Many of the pieces contain what looks to be self-portraits, but most of them are what I like to call the Moppet Girl. That’s not a misspelling of Muppet, but it’s great that they sound alike because she is somewhat of a Muppet as well. She’s based on me, yes, but it’s more about how I can see myself as a separate character: an idea of what I could be. It is a fantasy of self-loathing, being able to laugh at oneself, inner voices, emotions, and embellished narratives.

This green painting is taking longer than one would think. I am only able to work on it a couple hours a day because I’ve been swamped with outside appointments and various distractions that working at home can bring. It seems I got a lot done there for a while, then things are slowing. I have a deadline for myself to complete this piece before July 2nd, which is slightly possible, but not really. I get to be with it all day tomorrow, so maybe I can get most of the painting done. It’s a bit more than half painted as it is. But it won’t be dry enough to start the sewing and embroidery by Monday, so I’ll shoot for next Thursday.

Sunday I am going to be at Self Help Graphics for the Print Fair and the Atelier Maestras V show. I hope some of you can come by, it’s going to be fantabulous! It’s from noon til 5pm. There is going to be a little after party at Yolanda’s studio. Email me if you’re interested in coming. Atelier #50 Maestras V, curated By Yolanda Gonzalez includes the following Artists:

Judy Baca
Barbara Carrasco
Magda DeJose
Carol Es
Emilia Garcia
Yolanda Gonzalez
Aydee Lopez
Poli Marical
Gina Stepaniuk
Linda Vallejo

Master Printer Jose Alpuche and Assistant to the printer Ivan Alpuche will be doing mono print demonstrations. Atelier #48 Series Landscapes Curated by Omar Ramirez will also be showing, and includes Brandy Flowers, Jose Ramirez, Omar Ramirez, ,Frank Romero, and Vincent Valdez. I have one of Vincent Valdez’s prints of Chavez Revine and it is one of the most amazing prints I’ve ever seen.

Atelier #49 “Homombre L.A.” curated by Miguel Angel Reyes, will also be there. Artists: Alex Alferov, Alex Donis, Ruben Esparza, Jeff Huereque, Rigo Maldonado, Luciano Martinez, Miguel Angel Reyes, Hector Silva, Paul Sweeney, and Joey Terrill. And a limited number of all the suites (same Number prints) will be available, including mine. Come see, come see, come hither!

George Carlin 1937-2008

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My artist friend Pat Tierney sent this to me today. I had to post it.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much,love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things,but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes.These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality,one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember, spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love,give time to speak, and give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take… but by the moments that take our breath away…

–The words of George Carlin after his wife passed.