People: Blogging is the greatest thing in history. Not only do I have a seemingly captive audience reading my insane ramblings day in and day out, but this very morning I discovered the most awesome necklace in my school mailbox, courtesy Andrew!!!! Thank you!! I really love it. Here’s a pic:
The pic doesn’t really do it justice, but it’s really great. I may never stop wearing it.
Honestly, when he said “talisman” I was expecting just some little thing maybe with yarn tied around it or something. But this is really above and beyond. It even includes a little bee pendant that goes really well with my bee necklace that Jeff gave me for my birthday. So… YAY! Thank you again!!
And yet more good news… the school is getting me some storage space so I can do some big paintings. I’m really excited. I should have the space by next week. Hooray!
So maybe, things are looking up!
You guys have been really sweet about my incessant moaning and groaning. I’ll be fine, thank you. I just need to chill out and stop racing over to MOMA the day I feel slightly better and then getting all hyped up about making huge paintings and being a freak. I’m just really psyched to get back to working, that’s all. Laying around is so boring.
Anyway. Since I haven’t posted anything to look at in a couple of days, I thought I’d draw your attention to this guy:
They’re both for the same guy – one’s his Flickr page and one’s his Blogger page. I don’t know him at all – never met the guy, just found his work randomly a few days ago. But I think his ballpoint pen drawings are awesome. His name is Adam Padavano and he’s cool. (From what I can tell, it looks like his work is better represented by his Flickr page, just fyi.)
Anyway. I’m adding him to the blogroll and thought I’d draw your attention to his work.
Back to laying down…
I’m sick of having a physical body. I’m ready to be a head-in-a-jar or a cyborg or whatever, just something that will buy me a few hours of peace and quiet and painting and reading without having side effects to antibiotics or excruciating pain from pulling a muscle in my shouldes and neck. I’m so sick of all this. I’m sick of waking up every morning excited to get back to work, only to find that I’m now suffering from some new malady that is kicking my ass. I’m so sick of being sick. 2007 is on my nerves and it’s only day 15.
Arghhhhhh. Things will get better, they HAVE to.
Oh and by the way: I pulled the muscle doing yoga, which was supposed to chill me out from the antibiotic side effects. Could you please shoot me now?
More work. Soon. I’m losing my mind here.
Just a little thing, but I kind of love love love her…
Loads new stuff to post here… should be reasonbly together by tomorrow, so stay tuned! I have to finish my article for an SVA publication so that’s taking me away from the studio for Sunday evening, unless I really get cracking and can churn that baby out pretty quickly (it’s mostly done, except I hate it and might start over). I guess we’ll see.
I had an epiphany this afternoon, leaving MOMA with Jeff…
I’m buying some big fucking canvases and some oil paint. Jesus, it’s time. I’m pretty certain I can paint at SVA when all the students have gone home, thus eliminating every practical reason I have for not doing it (with the exception of the cost of supplies, but I just have to suck that up and deal).
I’ve always talked myself out of doing just this thing because I work out of my home, I don’t want to get paint on everything, there are the cats who will have a field day with the tiniest dab of wet oil paint, and blah blah blah. But something today hit me over the head: I feel like I’m at the senior prom, and across the room there’s the boy I’ve sat behind every day for the last four years in geometry class, too afraid to speak to him. It’s now or never. I gotta make my move.
Or something like that. Point is, I have a great opportunity to snag free studio space in a gorgeous classroom in the middle of Chelsea, and if I don’t I am truly an idiot.
So… yeah. I’m blogging this so there’s no going back. Hold me to it.
I get stuck on certain images (um, see the post “Variations” for more) and one that I’m currently stuck on is this: A disembodied head, eyes closed, with a hankerchief wrapped around its head. I keep drawing different versions of it and now I just made this quick, little sculpture:
Together, they’re about 1 1/2 inch across, so they’re really tiny.
When I was a kid, I used to love to find little broken, forgotten things – old toys being thrown out, that sort of thing. And I used to love to take them home and make them “get better” by bandaging them up and caring for them like they were sick. I’ve been thinking about that a lot as I draw this image over and over; about this weird impulse to comfort something that’s been “hurt” – even if it’s an inanimate object and can’t be hurt or comforted.
I like the way these heads turned out. I wanted them to be a little fucked up and I purposely smudged the eyes (actually, I drew the eyes in with charcoal because I knew I wanted to smudge them, and then the charcoal played along nicely). Even though I knew from the start that I was going to be putting little hankerchiefs around their heads, it felt like I was giving them comfort and helping them to rest.
I decided as I was writing this that I wanted to do something else with them and as it happens, I have a few of these cool little wooden boxes that I bought a few months ago and don’t know what to do with. I know I want to try and do a sort of Lucas Samaras-type thing, but other than that? No idea. Not something adorable like Joseph Cornell, but Samaras isn’t quite right either.
Anyway, this is all a roundabout way of saying that I put them in the little box, and I like them like this. This is truly something I would have done as a kid – put them away in a felt-lined box, so that they would be safe.
It’s a step in the right direction for the boxes, but I’m still not sure.
It’s one of the new girls turning into a tree. Below her (you can’t see this in the image above) are hunchback girls who have found a disembodied head on the ground… yeah.
Anyway. This is what I spent the day doing.
Just as soon as the art-blogging bug bit me, so did another kind of bug: A stomach bug, and an absolutely fierce one at that. I’ve been sick for days, just laying in bed and watching the last little bits of winter break pass me by. Not fun.
I was reminded of when I was a child and I would get sick. I was often sick growing up; nothing serious, but colds and flus and bronchitis and that sort of thing. I remember just laying bundled up on the couch with the TV turned low, half-asleep and half-watching, and entertaining myself with all sorts of random, vivid stories of adventures and intrigue that brought me miles away from that couch and that tv.
I’ve been doing much the same thing for the last few days: Laying in bed, bundled up, with my mind reeling. My body has been down for the count, but my brain keeps ticking and mostly it’s thinking about art.
I’ve been thinking about artists who work with the body as a subject matter, primarily Bruce Nauman and Francesca Woodman, both of whose work has come back to me over and over the last few days, like I’m being chased by it. I’ve been thinking of SecondLife and the “new body” or “end of the body” that it offers as a promise and a tease. And I’ve been thinking about drawing little girls that turn into forests and cobwebs and furniture, blurring the space between that which lives and that which does not.
Yeah. And mostly, I’ve been puking and running a fever and feeling miserable. But I should be back on my feet and back in the studio in a couple of days.
First drawing of the new year… I wanted to get started on something, just to lay my hands on a blank sheet of paper and get started, in honor of it being January 1st and everything. I’m playing around with brown wrapping paper, because it forces me to play with my palette a bit.
I know I know I know: you can’t read the text. Let me work on these a little more and I swear I’ll scan them in larger so you can read it. This was more to get me started on it; to jump into ’007 right away. Once I’m really happy with them, then the bigger pics will come…
They’re (the hands, that is) really something for me to think about going forward.
Ok. This is enough to motivate me to get going on a few more, which I will post as soon as they’re done. Happy new year!