ghost * tissue * smoke * water * line * shade * breath * holding * accept * wrap * refuse
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Working on Yuppo is like working on an enormous microscope slide. I love how it messes with my sense of scale.
Sketch 11
Sketch 10
looking for oars to paddle away
Sketch 9
But when
i’m dreaming
i’m dreaming
of you
Sketch 8
Sight or No
I would like to be warm
and have someone love
me enough they just
want to touch my face
Sketch 7
The newest essay i am working on is titled The Governing Laws within Art and the Redefinition of Beauty. I am excited by where it is going and look forward to the journey.
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A couple of weeks ago, my favorite color was sunshine through aspen leaves. Tonight it was neon in puddle. What’s your favorite color is a seemingly simple question but i feel it should be tweaked to what’s your favorite color right at this moment.
Sketch 5
One of the many reasons i love sketches, and in the same breath poetry, is the curation. There is an economy of line, space, and word. In these self imposed restrictions (like pruning?) we are able to say “look here!”. It is the decisions i find so fascinating. In these decisions, lines open up into worlds, phrases become tomes, and just as quickly, they deflate and hide into less than what they are.
Sketch 4
Next Time
you only get one life this time
maybe next you’ll get more
Sketch 3
Christopher Wool had a wonderful show at the Art Institute of Chicago in 2014. That show will always stay with me because it really presented the importance of removal. Around this time i started seeing art differently; a more negotiable journey, as opposed to a strict institution. I love his block letter paintings, but the pieces that wont let me go were the large scale wiping/erasing pieces. Through his work i was able to see breath, waves, and each natural process that instead of fixated on a goal, moves between here and not - being fully present in both. These last couple of days i have been sketching on tissue paper and removing pieces. Tissue paper is so difficult to draw on and so easy to tear.
Sketch 2
I’m not sure if i have ever listened to Fado before tonight, but i am really enjoying it. It’s lovely to have on while painting, with an eerie ability to add space to the room.
Sketch 1
Today i have been thinking about how music/performance art is so dependent upon time. Painting isn’t held by the same restrictions. It has other strengths and shortcomings. What would happen if we forced painting to live in a more ephemeral space or if we could take music out of the inevitable march of moments?
