notational everyday disturbances

in the gallery but not part of the exhibit

as usual......I gravitate here..
Souls and medicine bottles.......

I think they are saying the same thing in differing languages

too bad about the blue wall

Some interesting pieces from the show
this was the scene prior to people arriving
Went to the first opening of the Base Camp Gallery in Portland Maine last night! Jackman has a large 4x8 woodcut on rice paper in the show!

cardboard cards

Let me know the condition in which they arrive

entropy

This is a picture of battery steele flooded. We were walking down the tunnel when the sound of an engine reverberated inside getting louder and louder in the pitch black. I love this graffiti covered ruin. Another example of archival entropy. Inspiration to one who gravitates toward decay and detritus...and the passing of time, the mark or trace of those who have passed through.

Rachel and I mixed up a great batch of wheatpaste. I want to use it on things other than paintings in my studio.

I might be ready to bust a move.

And more here. These pieces were paintings but became surfaces to adhere the paper pieces down. Annette and I decided that was not working and so, of course we undid them at our last meeting, uncovering another treasure which needs attention, some more than others I don't really know what I am doing but I think I like it.

Not so much liking here
Something is telling me to scribble all over these.....

maybe smear them with plaster blocking off areas with tape prior....

left over panels back when wax was my friend, cardboard, caulking.

closer to the truth

DIG
Scores of music for mine eyes
homage to Agnus

our history

These two pieces are by Jose' Parla' whose work we saw at the Bryce Wolkowski Gallery. I may have channeled him by accident.......At any rate , I was quite taken and need to find him!

The same rust wall just after flippy bird.....my raggedy
A rust wall on 23rd street ...the white silo on the lower left is a dog walking into the frame. behind the wall was a white gravel bead with large stone portraits made of stacked slabs of granite.....I , of course, preferred the wall
This is the lounge at The Jane......The most bohemian hotel I have ever stayed in! my posse spent much time here drinkin in front of the fire before heading to chelsea market for fish tacos and then onto Sleep No More!!! full

inside out

getting closer.......As the semester marches forward I feel my evolution speeding up. I love the direction my mentor has helped to facilitate in me. Again, I am astonished at the serendipitous pairing of like minds. I love New York! There is sooooooo much intoxication and it will only become more so.

Inside out wheatpaste on cardboard
Things underway. Unpacked paintings and cardboard from around the studio.....cardboard is my friend
Paintings from last semester glued down to canvas ready to be covered....waiting for detritus
Here are a few images of base layers for your enjoyment and my recorded process