May 2012
3 posts
April 2012
7 posts
Setting Up Shop
I’ve been without a studio or in a temporary space for nearly a year now, and I’m getting everything ready for my new studio, one that I hope to be in for a while. There is nothing quite so exciting as a new space, one completely dedicated to my painting practice and filled with the materials I need to craft my work.
It is an orderly cube of potential.
So, for the last couple of...
The Bums Never Want to Pay (part 2 of an ongoing...
(via Wasted Rita, ritabored.blogspot.com)
Hyperallergic has a wonderful short article up from yesterday. I liked it so much, I decided to swipe the whole thing and post it verbatim:
“Tonight, the group W.A.G.E. (Working Artists and the Greater Economy), will release the results of the artists survey they conducted with Artists Space, a gallery in Soho. The survey found that 58% of the...
March 2012
14 posts
The Bums Never Want to Pay
A new ongoing series of posts from the annals of art: In 1943, Helena Rubenstein visited the group show at the Bignou Gallery. The art dealer Georges Keller had included two de Koonings: Pink Landscape, circa 1938, and Elegy, from the following year. Rubenstein bought Elegy, for $450, a significant sum for de Kooning. But she purchased it only as an afterthought. According to Joop Sanders,...
“Most artists are brought to their vocation when their own nascent gifts are...”
– Lewis Hyde, The Gift (this was a passage lifted for Lethem’s piece) (via explore-blog: The ecstasy of influence: A plagiarism – Jonathan Lethem’s fantastic 2007 Harper’s Magazine essay makes a compelling case for combinatorial creativity. It is the title essay of his equally excellent new collection...
February 2012
10 posts
I am after God—or rather—I am after the sublime thrill of the knowledge that inanimate forces which could extinguish me are omnipresent and vast. Those powers that carry the potential to smash my every atom lap around my ankles, an undertow of an angry ocean. Space is this sea in its own black night, twinkling with starlit wavelets illuminated by an other-dimensional moon. And yet I stand...
I am very interested in God. I enjoy having God on my dissecting table and seeing how the pieces come apart and go together.
Picasso
Bacchanal with Minotaur, MoMA collection, photo by Renzo Dionigi.
Perhaps this seems obvious to some, but it just occurred to me: Picasso wasn’t a painter. He was a drawer. (I wish that term wasn’t so woefully inadequate.) I haven’t yet read Richardson’s biography of the artist, so forgive me if this is an insight others have made time and again. And this is not a...
January 2012
22 posts
