my 31st year in NYC
Art is much less important than life, but what a poor life without it.
This next batch of work is on paper. I had hoarded a 10 yrd roll of 42” Rives bfk for a few years now, thinking I would use it for a special “project” at some art colony or other -because practically, just a roll of paper with an auxiliary tackle box full of drawing supplies would be logistically easy to manage, not a hassle or an excessive production -but never mind; alas, evidently none of those places will have me -so why continue to waste $ on application fees just to be turned down? I put together something in my constrained digs here in an outer borough, a series of 10 drawings 42x 36” each. I cut the roll into pieces and stacked them flat on the floor weighted under plywood and gesso buckets. This kept them from curling when I began working on them by the end of April after I returned from being away most of the month. There are few things more aggravating than paper insisting on rolling up when you’re trying to draw on it.
New work will be posted when it is ready to be seen; always something underway...