Revisiting Past Artwork: Part III

“Untitled (powder pink, olive, black, and tan)” - 3’ x 2’ abstract canvas with latex & black enamel house paints, acrylics, spray-paint (November 2017)

Revisiting Past Artwork: Part II

"Untitled (March Thaw)" - finalized in September 2017 (but first created around Easter of 2015) - black glossy enamel over chalkboard paint, with latex house paints in addition to gold, blue violet, and cranberry acrylic colors on 3’ x 4’ canvas

Revisiting Past Artwork: Part I

“Untitled (Ocean)" - black glossy enamel mixed with opalescent white, light blue violet, green, purple, cranberry, gold acrylic and chalkboard paint in addition to sequins, smashed sunglasses lenses, and collage from TIME Magazine cover affixed using Modge Podge and resin on 36" x 24" canvas (March 2015 + October 2016 + September 2017 + August 2018)

That Seductive Appeal of An Unbalanced Meal

18" x 12" surreal collage
on spray-painted canvas
using Modge Podge glaze
with sparkle washi tape

The Leche Lather of An Ice Cream Clean

Mixed-media collage on 12" x 9" spray-painted canvas
with watercolor geraniums, vintage imagery, white paint
highlights, & my own photography under Modge Podge

Sheets 'n Meats

*Yet another* nonsensical abstract collage 
pasted onto 11 in. x 14 in. painted canvas 
assembled of magazines + garden catalogs 
 with Mod Podge and metallic washi tape

Gotta Get Up, Gotta Get Out

"Insanity:  doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

Somewhat misappropriating the words of a much more important writer than I could ever aspire to be, I've increasingly come to swear over the course of these thirty-seven years by the maxim “Hell is other people.” Therefore, I found myself thoroughly and unexpectedly moved by Natasha Lyonne’s RUSSIAN DOLL, which is equal parts gorgeous, haunting, funny, and profound.  The easily-binged series ultimately concludes as an invigorating argument for making connections with those we brush by while shuffling through daily, if not deathly, routines —and I cannot recommend it enough.  As a steadfast cynic and inveterate grouch whose personal anthem is likely a toss between Simon & Garfunkel’s “I Am A Rock” and Cat Steven’s “Sad Lisa,” I intimately know of the temptation to reject meaningful interactions, to wear emotional armor in a bid for relative autonomy.  My days are purposefully built of repeated steps, revisited goals, with the completion of such familiar tasks and walking routes the price for basic pleasures —be they food, art, television, what-have-you.  Deciding to become a participating, cooperative member of society is a tenant of personal growth, of real maturity, and the first season of “Russian Doll” neatly builds an argument for turning down that road, flanked by the quirky guardian angels we otherwise so often might ignore.  If there is ever was a theme song I’ve long wanted to depict on film it would be hands-down Harry Nilsson’s “Gotta Get Up,” and as bummed as I am that someone else beat me to it, I’m glad it was included in this dark and ominous parable.

“You promise me if I don’t jump, I’ll be happy?” - ALAN

“Absolutely not.  But I can promise you that you won’t be alone.” - NADIA

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