Done... ?

Okay, so here's my painting, but I'm very sad to say that I did not see a couple of troublesome parts of it before it went to the show. I wish I had it back. Would make some major changes. Dang. Oh well. I like it overall, but it needs some tweaks. Argh.

almost...

Okay - Painting's almost finished. Stayed up most of the night to do it. In big trouble. I think I like it... but this is for sure the last time I paint a sad face! Looking at it makes me sad! Even wound up picking really sad colors. Well - there's self expression for you. Thanks for looking!

Ugh!

Okay, so here's a painting I'm currently working on, though I'm dead sick, so it's really... shall I say... a bear! Ha. Well, I wanted to make something extremely complicated, and create a problem it would be tough to dig myself out of visually. It worked. I didn't set a goal of making an overridingly beautiful painting, which is what I'd like to see now. Aaaa. It's taking forever. But, I shall persevere. Sorry Linda - I'm already late for a show deadline. An Aurora of Polar Bears at Gallery Meltdown.

A Drive with Jack

This is a "series" of paintings done for an art show I had at my house, and, frankly, the deadline came up too fast. I want to redo these with black birds done in enamel at the top of each painting. Will most likely complete the series soon. Or will work on a series of illustrations for a book I have in mind. Hmmm...

Narwhals!

Well, folks, below are pics of two paintings of three that I made for the "A Murder of Crows" show curated by my friend Linda at Gallery Meltdown (inside Meltdown Comics) in Los Angeles. Each artist invited was asked to do a painting based on a grouping of animals, and I was assigned, "a pod of narwhals". I should note that there is now a gleaming highlight in the rainbow-y narwhal's eye. There is also a third narwhal painting. Having a deadline has been great, but I really need to just paint way, way more, with or without a deadline. More posts to come.

The first paintings on the blog!

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Just FYI - I will shortly be posting some pictures of artwork I have made. Just have to scan and photograph some. I have not shown art in 10 years, but suddenly had one art show and then a quasi-art show in the space of two weeks! I did six peices in about a month. It felt great to show some work. After a decade of completely dropping out of the gallery system, I feel very free of the whole art school preciousness thing - the quiet gallery: haunting sounds coming from a video monitor somewhere, echoing against a concrete floor. Young people looking waif-like and miserable; older people that all remind me of Steve Martin, or have the last name, "Levinthal" (no offense!). Overuse of the word "juxtapose". You know what I mean. Ugh.
No! I have discovered illustration! Comics! The beauty of a really well-done line! This is my taste right now! In finally looking around again, I'm a little taken aback by the proponderance of big-headed people and of robots, but, hey, it's all good! All stuff I love to doodle. Rainbows! Humor! Something small! Something from Etsy!
I'm sure much of this can get old sooner or later, but I am sure of this: If I don't create something, I don't really live a good life. It's good to pop my head up and look around. The ideas I have in my head are still reaching for something sort of new, I suppose - or something that at least feels new to me - but it's not associated with any kind of art-world anxiety at all anymore. I am waking up.

I was just surfing around on You Tube and discovered several spots for "Yes on 8", all of which used adorable children in the ads.  How despicable to use innocent little children to promote hate!  What an irony it would be if one of those children grew up to be lesbian.  (All I saw were girls; I suppose they connote "innocence" the best.)  My idea of loving children is to love each one the way he or she is.  Homosexuality is said to be predictable as early as pre-school through observing a child.  I can only imagine how it would feel to be part of a church community that is a vital part of your life, only to have them turn on you, and/or promote self-hatred in you, just for discovering, in the tender, insecure moments of pre-adolescence, that you are attracted to the the "wrong" gender.  How is that wholesome?  How is that loving?  Why is this kind of hate so prevalent?