My taste for blogging has waned of late, however I do want to send everyone the latest on my survey show coming next month at Walker Art Center. I found the new calendar magazine at the museum Saturday with my pony painting on the cover, that made me very happy. The print job is so beautiful best I've had even better than Penthouse Magazine painting I got paid for, very precise very delicate and jewel-like colors.
Gout my old friend gout a symptom of the season. Not a malaise a walker and biker expects later in life? But eating regular;access to food creates different outcomes, security and a bit o'lard. So be even Picasso was a bit of a tub and Matisse was huge. Rothko big as a truck! I could go on, history tells us that gout is a disease of the eaters not the starving. Off course this food followed severall years of scarce food. food shelf food art for food food.
Sam has been traveling and was here last week. He lives in Boulder,CO. He likes the climate and the mountains and he likes his job. He's working on web design as best I can tell. He was a bit heartbroken his long term relationship had given out. He's a very loving man, he helped me even when he was tiny he is very strong. Our family is strong and a bit off center. Anyway it was a treat to have Sam here really a gift. It's November that both my younger boys are born, really snowy cold Novembers in 1983 and 1985.
This painting was made on a storm window. It's painted in oils on a storm window an acquaintence of mine traded for it several years back. The work dates from the mid 1980's when I began a long spell of sexual imaging. I was in mid-divorce from my 2nd wife and pissed as much at myself as at her. She was 14 years younger than me and at times it seemed like much more that that time and wisdom wise. The break-up was sort of inevitable given our differences and our different desires.
Kate Iverson (illustration thumbnail) - My wife Pam and I painted portraits of Kate a couple weeks back and posted them to Facebook and our web sites since. It's always fun to add to our gallery of mugs. I put up our double portrait Pam's portrait of Kate is to the left of mine the bigger painting. This is a bit of an experiment to see if I can get these jpgs to both appear. I was more technical years ago when Max and Sam were children (my sons ) now I feel the technology has eclipsed my abilities to deal with some of it.
A little soire' at Henne frame shop hoping to get the French connection for show in Tours. You never know Sean Smuda has some very good techniques for wooing the patrons to see mutual interest and support for the local denizens of both cities. I was very happy to do Sean's window last year, it was a very different experience than most of the shows I've done. Sean is a person who knows something and still he gets around. I put two pictures in this show bright colored and mostly normative as art. Not pornography or tease art but some higher aspirational stuff.
What is a blog what would it be by another name? It has a daydreamy aspect like a diary that isn't private writ large.
We are a culture that feeds on secrets. Not just information but rather raw data unexamined by one one even the writer.
We love nothing so much as to jump to conclusions. To think the worst is the best the most chic the most neonihilistic edge.
I always resisted a diary form but ultimately some of my notebooks have representational resemblance to events in my
Get along little Goddies. As a child I asked God to stop my Dad from drinking but God wasn't able to get to my request or most likely he simply couldn't stop my Dad from drinking or my supposition which I'm sure was the case ie. no God exists. Now Michele Bachmann and her ilk argue for God ( in the person of the sap God Jesus ) but I'm thinking more along the line of the God who has no name, the big Kahuna the cause of causes!!
Oh Cisco oh Pancho! - I've been wondering about how all those western shows on TV when I was a kid affected me as an artist. I read about a new book from MIT Press about artist's magazines and the train of thought made me think about the Artpolice as a gang, a gallerist I met in Los Angeles thought Artpolice was a gang albeit working with ink on paper. What ever when the Artpolice was young we were comrades like in a French foreign legion movie. So this new book seems to focus on New York zine scene more that outlanders.