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 hoarded this 10 yrd roll of 42” Rives bfk for a few years, 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 very manageable, 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 Outer Borough, a series of 10 drawings 42x 36” each. I cut the roll into pieces and stacked them flat on the studio floor weighted under plywood and buckets of gesso. This kept them from curling when I began working on them after returning from being away most of a month. There are few things more aggravating than paper insisting on rolling up when you’re drawing on it.