In the Studio 2/17/2013

A productive day with a lot of good sunlight.  I finished two self-portraits this morning (a gouache and another pastel-gouache), almost finished the drawing for a new still life (oil), then worked on the oils in the accompanying photo this afternoon. Why so many self-portraits lately? It’s not because I’ve developed a new found self-fascination–hell…

Aside

I visited Cleveland State U’s new gallery space on Euclid today.  Neither of the two show–Animatopoeia, and Dante Rodriguez: New Works–warmed my winter-insulted bones, although Animatopoeia has some interesting sculpture  I would provide a link to the gallery’s web site but the site provides minimal information.

Gaertner at the Cleveland Museum of Art

I’m an idiot, but you already knew that. After writing about discovering Frederick Gaertner in this post, I belatedly realized I had seen–on numerous occasions, no less–one of his paintings at the Cleveland Museum of Art.  For some reason, I never connected that Gaertner with my Gaertner discovered at the Bonfoey Gallery. The Museum’s “The Furnace”…

On the Easel Feb. 10, 2013

Picasso said he became an artist because he wanted to have his own collection of paintings.  That sounds apocryphal but if he didn’t say it, he should have. I’ve been working on these pieces these two days.  Working on a painting about being on The Betty Jane and fishing is especially apt on a cold…

Julie Friedman at Busta Gallery

In her show, Perennial Shift, at the William Busta Gallery, Julie Friedman exhibits a print maker’s love of process.  Initially, the pieces (a useful generic term) reminded me of the silhouettes you can have made at Coney Island or Cedar Point.  Like those silhouettes, these are cut-outs; most are black on white.  On closer inspection, they are the product of a labor-intensive, and…

In the Studio 1.27.13

Lake Erie finally froze this week.   When the Lake freezes, a giant marker highlights ‘winter’ and shouts WINTER.  Often, after many storms, the snow and ice are thrown into huge mountains that reach amazing height and transform the Lake into a silent, alien world. I took this shot from the studio window at first light. …

Book Thief

We were poor when I was a kid.  My father changed jobs frequently, and we moved around a lot.  Early on, my younger brother and I were far down the wrong road.  By the time I was in second grade, I was experimenting with cigarettes and acting the thug. In the summer before third grade,…

David Hickey’s Air Guitar

Do you like to read?  Me, I’ve always been a voracious reader.  Like other autodidacts, I let my interests take me where it will–I read what I damn well please.  Lately, I’ve been reading a lot of art theory  (Foucault, Panofsky, Derrida, Johnson) and criticism, which brings me to Hickey.  I recently finished two of…