What an exciting time to be breathing. It is around 10 pm and the rain’s pleasant pitter patter calms my brain. I love the sounds I hear through our bedroom window that faces the backyard, like my landlord Cecilia whistling for her cats to come in at night, and distant voices from the high decks… Continue reading Let’s Gogh!
I have been in my studio for a whole month and I am fully satisfied and ecstatic by the value it has given me and all it has allowed me to learn about myself. It is funny that I assign these attributes to an inanimate physical location, when it was me who sought it out… Continue reading A month under my belt
Greetings from inside the salubrious confines… of my studio! (That’s a reference to my friends’ genius comical and dark TV Show, Harrison & Wentz Presents. Some cool living life lust vida joie de veivre things to share. I visited painter Kate Alboreo‘s studio on a chilly rainy night and I’m sure happy I braved the… Continue reading air and light and time and space
It has been over a week, but I haven’t forgotten my blog. I am excited and moved by the idea of consistency and longevity in one’s art practice. Recording your thoughts via blog, journal, etc. is a beneficial thing to do, simply because it is an act of consistency. I appreciate routine- and getting lost… Continue reading Lynch lives the art life
Sound the trumpets, I made the big girl artist move and got a studio! It is too romantic for me to presently perceive as real. It is a 12 minute walk from my apartment. There is a coffee shop at it’s entrance. A cat named Garfield lives in the hall and visits me. One wall… Continue reading New Studio, Updated Brain
Today is my Grandmaw Jean’s 91st Birthday. I called her and she told me she loves me, for the first time I believe. Not because she doesn’t love me, but because her generation doesn’t show it. I call my Grandmothers every week. Talking on the phone to my Grandmothers is one of the sweetest gifts… Continue reading Kin, Ancestral Celebration
I am in the studio today. First day back after three days art handling. It’s as beautiful day outside. I don’t feel like I’m missing out though, because if I don’t get quality time painting, everything else I do will feel like it’s hurting me or unenjoyable. It’s hard to explain that to my friends… Continue reading “Three Times Art Made Me Jump The Tracks”
War and Peace shall be my next book, following the four I am in the middle of now. I choose this title because I believe that reading it will place a lot of later literature into context. It’s like the spore of the fiction world’s mycelium. Currently, I am on part three of The Warmth… Continue reading War and Peace
As I wait for my laundry, I will do a wrap up of my cultural consuming over the weekend. I didn’t physically visit any galleries, museums, performances or public art. After 3 days of art handling, you get the itch to paint and conceptualize your ideas. My coworker described: “an artist working as an art… Continue reading As I wait for my laundry,
I worked non-stop today cataloging artist edition prints by Niki de Saint Phalle (1930-2002, French-American) for her retrospective that opens next week. Her prints are a careful cultivation of naiveté, whimsical, sketchbook-like illustrations and writing. They are HUGE prints of PRISTINE quality in editions of up to 150. So I ask the question, how does… Continue reading Today was a fun/heavy day at work.