I’m tired and when I’m tired I throw stuff down on paper and slop it around, pretending that my subconscious has something to do with the chaotic garbage that is left.
But is it art?
Humans are full of sh*t , huh?

PIG, mixed media on paper, 11″ x 7″
I’m tired and when I’m tired I throw stuff down on paper and slop it around, pretending that my subconscious has something to do with the chaotic garbage that is left.
But is it art?
Humans are full of sh*t , huh?

PIG, mixed media on paper, 11″ x 7″
I made these a few years ago to see if I could do portraiture. The initial project ultimately took on a life of its own, and I ended up making 8-12 portraits (based on an original) that I then collaged together. 4 of those became a single piece:

“Cassandras” 8″ x 12″ each, Mixed Media on Paper
In hindsight it kind of looks like some glamor tinged 80s thing, which really wasn’t the point. The point is more about how all the different representations of the same thing may come together to appear cohesive, yet each collaged piece looks like a different girl, so adding extra information has decreased its function.
In the future, I need to do a piece like this where the various part are kept chaotic and don’t come around to resolving into an image.
Below are the 4 pieces in the group photo.
After the jump are the other 4 collages and the source drawings for them.
I sometimes wonder what place my semi-dispassionate nature and the circumstances of my life have in the creation of my art. I had been lucky enough to have been born into a stable family with loads of support and, outside of the average run-of-the mill crisis, I haven’t spent a lot of time in an emotionally perilous state. No such stridently awful moments in adolescence that would see me trying to purge my demons as an adult, and so my psychological state has been in balance. How does this play out in my art-making? I do know that there is a lot of subconscious murk buried deep inside, I just don’t spend enough time consciously examining it; I make paintings instead. I’m thinking about this because I’ve known so my artists in my life who have struggled with psychological or emotional pain – real, imagined and self-inflicted, and I ask myself how this informs the art. Does it make that art more emotionally and intellectually valid than mine?
Oh christ, I apologize if this commentary is coming off a bit adolescent. Hey, I’m 10.
Oooookay… anyhoo, posted here are some drawings from the subway and one drawing I pulled out of my a– eh, my subconscious.

Subway, 3/01/10-A, pen and ink and benzyl

Subway, 3/02/10-A, pen and ink and benzl

Subway, 3/02/10-B, pen and ink, benzyl ink

Subconscious Image of a Figure, pencil, india ink, benzyl ink
I have a number of different sets of work going on with various mediums and treatments. Sometimes its based on what I have available to me in materials and space. Lately I’ve been spending my days in a tight space in Manhattan doing illustration and when I have spare time I’ve been working on these little improvised sketches using pencil, graphite, benzyl-alcohol based inks, india ink and sometimes a little water. I allow the materials to react and keep the editing to a tight minimum. These are often more fun and exciting than a fully “realized” finished painting. And it’s my nature to luxuriate in fun and excitement. I guess thats also why I love fleshy female form. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
Houri, pencil, ink on paper, 12″ x 9″
Adumbration, pencil, ink on paper, 9″ x 12″
more after the jump
I have decided to take a little break from oil/acrylic painting. I plan on concentrating on my two photo projects this fall, and might try to finish my first novel (about a third done right now) during the winter months. I don’t know when I plan on returning to painting in the “grand medium”, hopefully after I have forgotten how to do it. In the meantime, I might entertain myself with some ink and brush exercises like these…
The gallery reception on Saturday night was lots of fun! The art, which was even more exciting than I’d expected, found a perfect setting in the refined but not overly slick space that is Wunderarts. The gallery, a beautifully transformed former auto parts shop, has a high-ceilinged, wide open interior that is partitioned by a simple configuration of low movable walls. The overall effect is neutral and elegant with definite spatial character–the sort of place you walk into and say, “What a great space!”. In Tulay’s series of charcoal, pastel and ink abstracted drawings he uses geometric forms suggestive of architectural elements against renderings of sky to define ambiguous moody spaces where form and formlessness shift seamlessly. The drawings, which were all cleanly floated on white mat backgrounds within narrow white shadowbox frames, manage to suggest both interior and exterior space within a single composition. Tulay stuck to a limited palette of black, grey, white and either warm or cool blue for every work. As I’m a sucker both for art that finds that sort of wonderfully tense balance between representation and abstraction and art that successfully uses a minimal color scheme, I found myself contemplating whether the soon to be new half a roof for my little old house could wait another few months so that I could hang this diptych in my living room:

charcoal/pastel diptych 22″ x 60″
Reality won so as of 9:00 Saturday night this gem was still available at a very reasonable price.
I didn’t manage to get many decent photos as my camera blows in anything but perfect light conditions. So in lieu of posting a bunch of dark, blurry pictures, I’m going to point you all to the artist’s site where you can see his work in as full glory as pixels on a monitor Read more »