Sometimes the painting process doesn't look like painting. The wood glue was at least paint like. Also there was coffee. My buddy, Rich, lives by a mountain north of NYC. He has the space for an awesome wood shop next to his studio. zippystudio.com
My wheels waiting to take all my new panels home.
Figure it out first.
Make the sawdust dance.
Mock up. I think we have something here!
What's a wood shop without a wood shop accident? The edge of a small panel Rich was cutting on the table saw managed to catch the blade. The board kicked back and bit Rich on a few fingers. It was a beautiful day to drive to a doctor to stitch up his finger. 3 stitches all together and about 3 hours lost.
I can't thank Rich enough for his help and advise on this project and all the others he's been involved in. It's always humbling to know what a great friend I have.
David Stoupakis was late. Actually, later than late because I was late and he came in well after we began painting. "We" being Paul Booth and I. The rain was constant and effective in soaking my hat and shirt the few blocks I had to walk from the train to Last Rites Gallery. I brought a painting in progress that I hadn't touched for about a month. David showed up an hour later and it looked like an old fashion artist studio as we all started jamming on our paintings. We'd break to explore the directions one or the other of us wanted to go with the image. Then back at it. Great night!
I always liked reading about the Druids in Scotland. I took a trip to Scotland and drove all around from Glasgow to Inverness. The country side was amazing and I think I found myself stopping every few miles, er kilometers, to look at something. There were two stand outs. Three stand outs. One was a castle in the middle of a small lake that looked abandoned. It was magical and resembled some Pixar idea of an enchanted castle. Another was a rock cairn that was subtle, but just cool as shit. Just knowing how old it must have been was inspiring to me. And third was the Loch Ness monster as I almost hit as it froze on the road when it saw my headlights... Or maybe that was a squirrel? This was 20 some years ago so who knows.
The Druids had things called sacred groves. For some reason they would pick a bunch of trees that were growing on the top of a hill or some place that seemed significant for whatever reason and designate them a "sacred grove". Maybe it was for privacy so they could take a leak? I don't know. But pictures I've seen of them really do have some significance in a visual way. When I drive through Pennsylvania on route 80 I find the trees growing on top of a hill or mountain significant because the are surrounded by farmland. There is a certain intention for them to be there yet they still seem to naturally be there.
This painting for me is about looking internally to try and find that image that resonates with the part of my brain that wants to connect with nature or the universe in some way that you can't really put words to. And really, that is what a lot of my images are exploring.
Here is the evolution of the painting so far.
Painting a little more frequently with Paul and David. David cancelled late so it was just Paul and I bullshitting and painting. I forgot my paint last time, brilliant me, but I remembered them this time.
Opening at MF Gallery
213 Bond St.
JUNE 15, 6-10pm
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Have a good Easter/Passover or month.
Now is a good time to commission a portrait or purchase some physical art for the winter!
If you'd like to commission me for a painting... Portraits with my surreal aesthetic only. The face you have and my paint brushes! Estimated turnaround 3 months. Shorter will cost more. Contact me now.
Last Rites Gallery 325 W. 38th Street, between 8th & 9th Ave, NYC: (212) 529.0666
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