I found a dead tree in the park, and did what any self-respecting, “artsy”-type with a camera would do; I took black-and-white images of it. Still having computer issues, so you only get one…
Nikon D300 with Nikkor 50mm f/1.8D lens.
The Silvermine Arts Center, in New Canaan, Ct, is having its annual exhibition of some of the best work from New England, New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania. The Guild was founded over 90 years ago and has had the Northeast show for over 60 years. I’m represented in the exhibition with this monotype.

Prized Blade, monotype, (based on photographs by Toni Tiller) 18 x 24, 2009
Ok, yeah, this is an ad of sorts , but its entertaining and I got nothing right now.

Today’s New York Times leads an article on the survival of Jewish Delis by noting that the Berkeley deli Saul’s had pulled Salami off it’s menu in November until it could find a sustainable way to make it.
From there the article traces the hardships traditional Jewish delis have faced recently with the changing face of food realities. A new breed is attempting to reform and save the cuisine through new techniques of food preparation and service.
There is a particularly mouth watering section that talks about how to make good Pastrami.
Side note: As it happens, Saul’s deli is right up the street from me and has very good pickles and latkes. Its sandwiches are good too, but feel overpriced. Their eggs and onion breakfast is fantasic. As are their lox. And coffee.
This isn’t a piece unto itself, but is a canvas I’ll cut up to use in something else.
In it I’m starting to experiment with representational images and text stencils to include with the purely abstract canvases I usually use. I’m doing this hoping that the glimpses of images sort of make the process more clear to people who don’t know what they’re looking at with my finished work.
It also hopefully will make it clear that while my work may be graphically simple and don’t represent specific subjects, they can still be <em>about</em> something. This is easily the least understood part of non-representational work to those that don’t do it.
Anyways, this is an early test of these new methods. More is in progress.
-JD
I cleaned my closet.
That may not sound impressive, but anybody who has ever seen my closet understands the significance. And more importantly, I organized my closet.
It may not seem art related, but the impetus for this was that I wanted to expand my drop cloth to paint more canvases at 1 time. That meant I had to move some stuff, which required me to move more stuff… yadda yadda yadda I orngaized my whole apartment. Now art making will be more efficient.
Here’s the view from the door. Yes I use an old flannel jacket as a curtain.:

These are all the cheap drawers I sort my scraps of canvas into:
This, I started a few months ago and I just decided to put the finishing touches on it yesterday. I think its funny. the background got a little dark on me. I’m definitely running with this collage, acrylic, illustration combination. I think, I just need to get comfortable with it and loosen up a bit.

communication, acrylic and collage, 11″ x 14″, 2010
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48 x 24 x 2 inches
acrylic on pine cradled masonite panel
and that’s a big hole cut through the panel
Here are two process shots from this week. Both can be clicked for a larger view. The stage on the right is where it stands now. There’s not a big difference between the two but you know, sometimes things slow down toward the end. At present, I’m holding off on adding more paint because I think that part may actually be finished or very close to finished. Now I’m working on getting the backing ready for the hole. Once that’s ready, I’ll decide if the panel needs more work. For comparison, here are the photos of what it looked like last week, and here are some photos of things that sparked the idea for the painting plus a look at the panel before it was even primed.
-Steph
Posting has been a real chore for me lately, which is why I missed contributing last friday. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t want to post anything, it’s just that my internet connection has been all messed up, ever since the big power surge that killed all of my favorite distractions a few weeks ago, so uploading anything picture-wise takes F-O-R-E-V-E-R. Anyway, I’ll get everything sorted out, but until then, my posts might be a bit scarce. Nothing personal…
All Nikon D300 with Tokina 80-200mm f/2.8 AT-x Pro Lens.
If you are a fan of stuff that is “cool,” “awesome,” “dope,” “sweet,” “bad ass,” or “good” I highly suggest watching the video at this link.
Well, actually the title of the book for which this Harry Bennett illustration was done is “Young Love”. But it’s free for you to look at. Hell, it cost me money to buy it from someone on Ebay. It’s apparently been floating around the country for decades.
My oldest brother Harry modeled for the young mechanic/Don Juan pictured on the pavement. He was in high school and I remember this well. The girl might have been someone named Liz Menton, a local beauty. You can tell how ancient this is by the psychedelic hippie-dippy Chitty-Chitty Bang Bang jalopy. That was what you drove if you were on the cutting edge. I guess it still is. The details are fun for me: I remember those monkey wrenches, and the gasoline tank was a staple of the old barn-like garage behind the house on Main St in Ridgefield, Ct. This was painted in oil on a special gypsum gessoed board my father had especially made by a guy in Long Island City. His company was named Anjac. I still have a stack of these boards in my studio; I use them sparingly. The surface is absolutely marble-like with a superb absorption quality.

Harry Bennett, 1969? oil on gessoed board
I was out and about in the world the other day and took this photo.
It’s been a long time since I have done one of these and tell the truth, I am not in love with it, but in this case that isn’t the point. I also spent most of the week walking around my property digging up rotten wood, and carefully brushing back all the wet and rotted material to uncover the forms. Then you set them out to air cure and they petrify and look like this.
I never thought the two had anything in common, but I am beginning to rethink that.
Since they were too lame to provide us with one, I suppose this will have to stand in for our review of the new product that changes the world so much Humans are no longer technically necessary.
-JD
This is not pretty, but not all sketches happen on paper. This is another post about process.
This is a physical, 8″ x 8″ sketch of the type of “Flower” pieces I’ve been posting lately.
Because I hadn’t made on of the Flowers in a couple years I needed to remind myself how to make them. Additionally, while its hard to tell, I figured out how to construct layers of these around each other for an effect like this, but with the different shape.
This one turned out ugly because I used whatever scraps I had laying around regardless of color and used too small of a frame to adequately house the thing. I will likely un-stretch it once I start working on bigger versions and use the pieces in something else. However, the lessons learned in making this turd make it far more valuable than it appears.
-JD
PS, this song is freaking hilarious:
That’s a really weak pun on any story about “The Hidden Cost of…”
The Atlantic has a cool story today by the makers “Copyright Criminals,” a documentary about the history of hip hop, sampling, etc.
The author discusses the state of Copyright law on the issue and the problems that arise from it. Personally, I’d love to hear more dense, complicated sound collages than we typically get now but unless the laws are changed it’s unlikely to happen.
Anyways, read the article.
-jd
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The other week, my four year old friend Ashley and I collaborated on a giant hopscotch board. I drew the squares and she filled them in with random numbers and letters. Every time I stopped, thinking we must be finished, Ashley loudly declared, “KEEP GOING!” So I did. The board began in front of my house and stretched so far down the sidewalk that alot of people actually gave up hopping before they reached the end. On either end of the board, I drew these little characters. I traced the outline of my feet (so the feet are the size of my sneakers) and then drew the rest around that.
-StephG
Found this cool video via Serrible Bodart a la Facebook (thx Srah!): Sonar from Renaud Hallée on Vimeo.
This is just a screenshot that’ll take you to the vid on vimeo since it won’t embed here.