Sunday, September 11, 2011

new watercolor



this is on heavy watercolor paper off a roll---its 41 by 55 inches

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Milkshake Ganesh


...out in the studio upstate, in progress, reaching for your hand...

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Saturday, May 14, 2011

new recipe

Rembrandt, with sides of Titian, Bellini and Vermeer (free night at the Frick)
cupcakes
bottle of Medoc
Hudson River esplanade, full-leafed & blooming
dollop of moonlight in the late light of luminant dusk

mix as you wish throughout day & evening

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Herzog and the cave artists

Yesterday I went to see Herzog's 3D movie: Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Its about the paintings in France's Chauvet cave; 30,000 year old art preserved by a rockfall that sealed the cave's opening for thousands of years. Its a labyrinth of glittering drip formations, skulls coated in smooth diamondesque, ancient footprints, and beautiful paintings. The art is sleek and exact yet loose and fluid. The animals drawn across the undulating walls move with the confidence of an artist's hand that loves and knows its business. There is nothing primitive about them. They have the same glamor as a perfect modern scribble or an Egyptian sculpture. They are wonderfully noisy and active, the movement of wild animal and the human hand coalesced into lines on secret walls.
So cool to see and then walk out onto 6th Avenue in a perfect Spring afternoon.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Saturday, April 23, 2011

from dementia to rain

Here in NYC the rain envelopes in a cold, frazzled sheet. Somewhere outside a bird insists on insisting. Consider the mind in the midst of dementia: wherein the simplest violent move on TV, even in the context of slapstick, convinces one that murder is eminent, probably one's own. And then think of being on the outside of that construct, but attempting to empathize within it. Probably why I'm so flat lined this week.
Of course there is a solution. Make another painting. Have a Francis Bacon kind of optimism based on nothing but the sheer nowness of things. Alive now=cheerful. From the man of mouths comes that bit of buoyant wisdom.
New Olympic sport: run, leap, image
ha

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011