I’m still learning my voice in photography. I know I really enjoy macro but my subject is always random. I’m working on it.
I think I’m chasing a moment of peace and madness in my work. It’s that chance you get in making where the world melts and your focus is 1000%. It’s almost impossible but it’s the heart beat of my creative process.
Rest is for the plain and plain is not sexy.
I was walking my dog this morning at 6 AM. She is old so when she needs to go, we get up quick. As we are out walking in the grass I hear this music cut the silence and it’s this music from Ethiopia. Trying to describe it as a polka with an African twist doesn’t feel right but it sounds right, you know? The world is funny with how things sound like others and then in that, you wonder where it originates? Random thought while the world sleeps.
I’m studying the work of W Eugene Smith today. His work is so powerful. He was a wartime photographer in the mid 20th century. He hated the war and worked for Life magazine. Life magazine has inspired a huge part of my visual Rolodex.
It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is why I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me. It’s not so much the image but the feeling it gives me with the eyes. I love the power of eyes. Maybe that is way I paint them first. A bad set of eyes tank a painting for me.
I’m in this spot where I’m setting up for the show with my tags but I don’t feel like I’m making anything artist. It is a pang of impossible guilt because I know if I start something now I will not finish my project with the tags.
The 6 of 30 book is coming out in the Summer.
I got asked by one of my best friends “what made you change your style a few years back from Luchadoras to surreal forms?” The hoest answer how so many reasons. Some I’m still figuring out.
- No place public to hang them
- people love them but are nervous about having nude paintings.
- I got bored not painting faces detailed.
- a critic hurt my feelings.
- a lot of critics hurt my feelings.
- I didn’t expect it to last forever doing the same thing over and over again.
- I wanted to change.
It’s so strange to recognize in my sleepy mind why things happened. But I guess that is how looking backwards works? You see past the hurt and the bullshit at some point and that raft floating in the bathtub is truth.
I don’t know as my star rises that I will follow any rules of respectability. I feel like I will make a space to do what ever I want and the show what ever I come up with. I’ll put out books and paintings and paint walls of things I have never come across in my mind until then. I hope you will still be arond in that journey.
the sleeping world happens at all hours.
A link to pick up some of my prints, paintings, and other merchandise.
I find it easier to pull myself outside of my worries on Sundays by being outside at the local farmer’s market. The smells of fresh foods is a pick me up.
There is a foolishness in fearing creativity. And yet it lives in the hearts and ends of critics. My mom used to joke about me blue period and then my nudes. I remember thinking “she noticed me.” So how that slolwy his clouded as I read reviews of other artists. As I reach new peaks I fear the sunlight but I will climb either way.
I just added a bunch of my new paintings to my online store. Long live the climbers.