I’m loving ceramics by Nancy Kubale

I’m drawing bulbs:

I felt oddly impacted by the death of Roger Ebert for whom I have been a long time fan. I follow him on twitter and his keen mind has illuminated many a different topic for me. But, mostly, I remember him from back in the days of “Siskel and Ebert” a show I watched every week. Roger was such a commanding wit. Today, most often, if I want to read a movie review I first go to Ebert’s website. I will miss his reviews of current movies and saddened by his loss.

Sometimes I feel such angst and jealousy by the accomplishments of other artists that I want to dive my head into the ground and stay there. Still, while I can understand angst, I despise jealousy/envy and mostly keep the green monsters beneath the bed where they belong. At the same time, I am so grateful for the brilliance and success of the truly talented. How banal life would be without those to admire and aspire to. Before the internet, one had to buy books or go to galleries and museums to see the work of others and now the myriad of images and artists at one’s fingertips is overwhelming and maybe that is where some of the angst comes from, there are so many accomplished artists to be jealous of, I mean admire.

Some art is on such a high plain I can not even be jealous of it. I can only internalize the impact so as to take the miracle of it with me. The work of Francis Bacon does this to me. Apparently he was quite a scoundrel and despicable as a human being but I don’t care and I don’t need to know it and knowing it does not change my opinion of the work. The work stands on it its own like disembodied legs. How grand it would be to stand in the studio where he worked and marvel at the complete irreverence for the environment while the man vehicle was sprouting master pieces from amidst the chaos. Here is a great little video:

I’m inspired by the method of using damaged photographs and images as source material for portraits and ideas. I can see myself doing the same kind of thing using damaged printed material (because I have a hard time damaging an actual photograph even if its not a friend or family member). Of course, even if I were to employ the exact same methods used by Bacon or any other artist, the work would still turn out like my own, there is no getting away from one’s self. So, using a method developed by another artist is copying but its not copying the art itself. Its a learning device.

I’ll be leaving for my parents house in the morning so I must get some painting time in. NOw.

I’ve sketched so many tree fems that I just about have a forest!

I have had this root sitting on my dresser since last summer. I was going to turn it into a found object bird, but I noticed today its growing.

and these are acorn heads

Happy Easter

Imagine her head is a globe.

Inner space requires gaps in thinking. ET

Pleased to be feature on the “Check this Art website”, check it out!

I’m working on a series of Swans. To be paintings at some point.
Chandelier

The Bulimic Swan

Eject

Gulp

These are small pencil drawings manipulated in photoshop

Her double decker heart was busting at the seams. Her thoughts were torn apart and colliding in her dreams.
Division is not an option, is what her body said, reign in the chaos and create a whole instead.
Malleable and moldable, she’d make art of it she said!
Some paste some glue some staples and a stitch of needle and thread.
She sewed and wrapped and harnessed life’s force from form imagined,
like music in her head.
It pulsed and pumped and oozed a refrain of scarlet red, and there,
her double decker heart, remained a steady beating friend.

I managed to draw today.

prismacolor and graphite