
I'm painting small cute things.
Pennsylvania Dutch hex signs:

Yesterday I stumbled across a lovely hex sign at Ugly Luggage on Bedford Ave. I usually find super special items there, and even if I don't buy anything, I always leave intrigued and inspired. Luckily, I copped this amazing Pennsylvania Dutch hex sign, featuring unicorns, tulips, and a heart. These symbols represent peace, piety, contentment, faith, and love. Even more fortunate, the sign was made by Jacob Zook, who originated silk screening hex signs in the 1940s. Yay, printmaking!!!
Marci Washington's paintings should not be ignored. They are beautifully haunting images of cursed and wounded characters, frozen in the moment of their discomfort. I love her use of color. It's stark, simple, and sunless. I find peace in the tragedies of these figures, and I hope to have such an elegant death.
When I went home to Cincinnati for Thanksgiving, I had the pleasure of swinging by the art museum to check out Ryan McGuinness' black light paintings. His work is always dazzling and captivating, but he really took it to the bridge by incorporating the black light. It was really psychedelic and spiritual in the room. Although I do wish I were shuffle skating around the paintings, and that there were fog machines. Because then I could go on a vision quest.



This past weekend, I went to view William Eggleston's show at the Whitney. I found the work profoundly calm, familiar, beautiful, lonely, still, and rich. The compositions were really subtle, and seemed to reveal a lot about the pure act of perception. The colors were very specific, rich, and retro. The subject matter was enchanting in a way. I found the images felt familiar, but not entirely. Eggleston said of his work that he was "at war with the obvious." His words are a sublimely accurate description of the common subjects in his work. I think the ordinary scenes become pretty zen in the aftermath of their photographed form.
Richard Colman's work is really doing it for me right now. I'm a huge fan of pattern and repetition, especially when it is used with narrative. I love these drawings. They look like sad celebrations. The outstretched hands and hanging bells seem melancholy against the somber figures, but the colors and patterns seem cheerful and good-natured. I like little complexities like these. It's like being tricked.
Jamel Shabazz (portrait of the artist)
Vintage Cazal Frames
Don't be surprised if you see me and a gang of misfits bumbling around in flashy blazers like these ones from Balenciaga's fall 2007 collection. For some time, I've been a proud member of some "art club." Whether it was painting at my friend Mandee's house (her creations can be seen here: www.kodakgallery.com/mandeepaints) while slurping purple sizzurp, or drawing with my roommate Caitlin when I lived in lovely San Francisco, I have always embraced the idea of an art collective. And, nothing makes a collective, group, or team more solid than matching uniforms. Now that I live in Brooklyn and have a heap of fellow artists to create with, I invite all members of "art club" to fashion their very own art club blazer! The ones above are totes inspiring with their bold buttons, decorative ribbon, crests, and other royal embellishments. Being in a gang is awesome, even if you are just drawing pictures with other low lifers. Wearing a custom blazer just makes it official.



Hans Holbein The Body of the Dead Christ in the Tomb, 1521
