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Piece Of My Heart

The Hambidge Center For Creative Arts And Sciences. Every year, for 19 years now, Hambidge has had an auction to raise money for its wonderful artists’ mountain retreat.

This year, the Goat Farm Arts Center in Atlanta will be hosting the auction on May 31st. I have been asked to donate two pieces, one you see above. It is a drawing on Reeves paper, done with pencil. Reeves paper is so soft and special, it is an artist’s secret for making the pencils and erasers glide over the page. Darks are darker, and it is easy to erase. Lovely.

Some of you bloggers are familiar with my dislike of titles, but this one I just had to name “Water on Paper.” I think it is appropriate.

If you are in the Atlanta area May 31st, there is not a more interesting event to attend. For more information, click here.

Day Seventy-Eight/Image Seventy-Eight

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

My daughter gets all dressed up for homecomings and parties. Everything is agonized over. Makeup for professional photographs done by a so-called professional makeup artist, only to be redone in the car mirror. Dresses tried on and captured by an Iphone from every angle to be reviewed and texted to her friends before considering. Hundreds of dresses to be hung up in the dressing rooms of many many stores. All nice, hip and trendy, smart, elegant, perfect, in fact. All fitting perfectly, but something not quite right each time.

Until the unanimous report comes in that alas! This dress is perfect (My daughter says, you have to be careful shopping with other girls because they will tell you a dress looks good on you just so they can look better than you at the dance. Her grandmother, who is ninety-two, agrees with her.)

I get tired of all her shopping and primping. Put raspberries in your hair, my daughter. You are only this young for a minute.

Day Seventy-Five/Image Seventy-Five

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

Pink. Looks like an advertisement for a cosmetic company. I cut out pictures of cotton balls on the plastic of cotton ball bags. Bubbles, baubles and a pretty face. Fun. A flower in the middle.

How I love its superficiality and innocence! And, as an art form, I love the integration of colors and shapes.

Day Seventy-Four/Image Seventy-Four

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

This collage was the signature piece for my “Afloat” show. I used it on all eblasts, the brochure and the invitations.

Day Sixty-Nine/Image Sixty-Nine

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

The basement studio is almost finished. Everything in it is white. Floor, walls, table, brick wall. I am even spray-painting random “junk” items to reside there. Still keeping my studio downtown, which remains my sanctuary.

Everything is crystal-clear in my studio downtown: focus, attention to detail, ideas. It’s a wonderful space, located in an historical building on the National Historical Building Register. Heat is negligible. And in the summer it’s very hot. Peeling lead wall paint and asbestos flooring (which I covered with particle board.) An earthly place. I can totally relax.

There, the floor and walls are white too, as color is important to me. Do you know that surrounding white extracts a small amount of color out of every color? When I paint there, I make the colors brighter. When work is in a gallery, the effect is the same. Hence my desire for white. I wanted to be working on things as they will be seen.

Recently I hung a painting of mine, not too large, maybe 36″ x 48″ in a patron’s (Is that too pretentious?) office. The man has taupe walls and some blue on an adjacent wall. The blue “matched” and the taupe “matched.” It sold the painting. I have to admit, the colors were exactly were the same. My purist preference would have been, to have him appreciate the artwork on its own, which he truly did. But the matching, well you know….. To sell a painting is so wonderful, but to sell one appreciated on its own terms is even better.

Again, white is everywhere. To keep me on the right path.

Day Sixty-Four/Image Sixty-Four

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

Happy Halloween! Today is the day all of us have the freedom to “be” someone different. To wear a costume and play another role. To either be on the receiving end of candy handouts or the giving end.

Looking at this collage now, I feel incredibly free! The energy with which this dancer is making her leap, arms up, indicating complete abandon! But she is not free, really. Text messages are coming in. They are finding her out in the middle of this American West wilderness.

Be mindful, if you can, this Halloween, to put your phone on vibrate, your computer on hold. To dress up and wear your crown! To leap across the room and be someone else today. It’s Halloween!

Day Thirty/Image Thirty

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

This piece is a combination of figurative and abstraction, as I have talked about before. If the fish were just shapes, instead of clearly recognizable fish, the collage would resonate as a successful abstraction. This is what happens when figurative work is best.

Day Twenty-Eight/Image Twenty-Eight

“Afloat” Image. Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo show.

Day Nineteen/Image Nineteen

“Afloat Image.” Ceres Gallery. New York. Solo Show.

A darkened movie theatre. Brad Pitt on the screen. A flash of the projector. A few people shown viewing Brad Pitt. Just happened to be Brad Pitt.

I worked as a publicist for Orion Pictures through my advertising agency for about four years. I was in charge of movie “stars” and escorted them through endless press junkets and trips to Atlanta to see the press here. Waiting in airports and limousines with these stars, one at a time, with a friend/father/ their publicist in tow. Sometimes it was just me and the star sitting together somewhere talking about art.

They are artists too. They make money fast and they are famous. But they are artists. So we got along very well. No problems like I heard other publicists complain about. No problems at all.

I guess this piece was done in honor of the time where I saw three movies a week as part of my job.