UNDER ROCK AND STONE, 2012, Klaus Von Nichtsaggend Gallery, New York, NY
Graphite on paper. 31.5 x 23 inches
at The Drawing Center Sept 19- Dec 14, 2014
"Painting is special, separate, a matter of meditation and contemplation, for me, no physical action or social sport. As much consciousness as possible. Clarity, completeness, quintessence, quiet. No noise, no schmutz, no schmerz, no fauve schwärmerei. Perfection, passiveness, consonance, consummateness. No palpitations, no gesticulation, no grotesquerie. Spirituality, serenity, absoluteness, coherence. No automatism, no accident, no anxiety, no catharsis, no chance. Detachment, disinterestedness, thoughtfulness, transcendence. No humbugging, no button-holing, no exploitation, no mixing things up."
—-Ad Reinhardt, statement for the catalog of the exhibition, “The New Decade: 35 American Painter and Sculptors,” Whitney Museum of American Art, New York, 1955.” As found in Visual Explanations.
Halo In Flames
Solvent transfer and cotton thread on canvas
'encants vells' flea market
oil on board
Archival paper on panel. 84 x 84 inches.
At Derek Eller until June 28th, 2014.
OOOOOOOOOh pulpy! Those great bits not mixed together, and fingerprints smushing over the surface. So good.
Dune Coffee Table
48”L x 23”W x 20”H
I should be packing the apartment right now but instead I’m looking at pictures of wood. Thinking about that mushroom foam and wondering if I could grow a table. It would be quicker to grow and lighter than this one! But I’d have to glass it.
I doubt the texture could compare to this though! How fun would it be to stare at that grain all day and think about Dune?
Warm House, 2014
matte acrylic on canvas, 30 x 36 in.
at Brian Morris Gallery until July 19th, 2014.
Good & Plenty ghost face just moved in so he’s trying to decide what colors to paint the living room. It’s early spring and the rolling clouds overhead threaten with rain, but occasionally bits of blue peek through. He goes out on the lawn and then takes a walk around back, admiring the craftsmanship of his his new place, a bit ramshackle now after so many years of use, but clearly well-loved. What is that weird orange shit seeping out from under the fence? Confused, he reaches a long black arm behind him to scratch the side of his head.