A decent amount of work, both finished and unfinished, started to stack up in my studio. New empty canvases hung out waiting for their moment to shine. Tubes of unopened paint and a new shipment of pandemic expensive lumber arrived to flesh out my personal supply chain. I was encouraged by the small but enthusiastic…
After lockdown, It’s hard picking up the pieces after taking a year off from writing on this site. As lockdown set in, I spent my last morsels of cash from some last minute stretcher jobs on paint, made a couple grocery store runs with a friend to stock up on month or more of food…
A lot can happen in a month, huh?
There are some strange vibes in the studio these days. With a big art show that I have spent entirely too many months working to pull off, there’s a strange calm in the air. Usually, the last days before a how are sleepless, anxiety ridden nights of self doubt, private loathing, and a dumb, gleeful…
The big day is coming! The culmination of two and a half years of work will finally debut on November 7, 2019. ‘Don’t You Blow Your Big Top‘ opens at the Foundation Event Space in Kansas City’s West Bottoms.
My show is drawing closer so that means it’s just paint, paint, paint in studio. There’s a lot going on, with future plans floating in the ether, so I’m spending my days finishing paintings.
Some upcoming art shows were behind the thrust of work in September, which all revolved around getting some oil painting done.
Sometimes it’s easier to just write about what I’m painting about than actually write some bullshit artist statement. Here’s what boxing, bullfighting, rodeo clowns, sideshows and carnivals mean to me. Hold on to your pants, this could get wordy.
Life comes at you fast, and so much time is just spent scrambling around. July was one of those months where I couldn’t have been busier, but yet still felt like things were stuck in neutral on a lot of fronts. So in July, I worked on some charcoal drawings and continued work on my…
Back when I was a kid, every once in a while during the long days of summer I’d take the train into Boston and wander through the city. One of my favorite stops was the Utrecht Store on Mass Avenue.
