Georgia College – Milledgeville, GA

Sep 30 · 2017 // Art / Instagram / Photography
Georgia College – Milledgeville, GA

Georgia College – Milledgeville, GA

Manhole covers. Just can’t quit. Eventually I might have finished work detailing all of the places I’ve been thanks to my obsessive documentation of manhole covers in almost every city and town I visit.

Gesso going down

Aug 19 · 2017 // Art / Instagram / Photography
Gesso going down

Gesso going down

Work in progress, laying down black gesso on plywood. Light caught it just right, the streaks looking like a giant record under magnification.

Yellow Warning

Jul 9 · 2017 // Art

Finished, yellow warning sign the last detail.

A weekend’s work. I’ve been in a bit of an introvert hangover since the holiday weekend. To recover, I spent most of the weekend at home, working Friday night and Saturday on this. Another in the new series of paintings on plywood. Again, a dash of color.

The idea behind these, other than my fascination with composition, finding the balance between removal of detail while maintaining a coherent image, is an exploration of spaces that are pedestrian, but in a sense hostile. The first two are from parking garages. This one is an elevated highway junction. Both the parking garage and the elevated highway assert the primacy of the automobile. Within that primacy, pedestrians still need to navigate through the spaces ultimately not intended for them. In a way, yet another liminal space, another fascination of mine. And in all of this spaces are warning signs. Symbols and markers dictating terms of use.

A few images from the process:

Process. Radiohead on the turntable. Negroni at hand. Projecting the image on the board, masking taped.

Cutting the image out of the masking tape. An interesting aesthetic on its own.

Blanc Et Noir / Saturday progress

Black layer painted, tape removed.

No Parking

Jun 4 · 2017 // Art / Instagram
No Parking
No Parking // 24 x 24 in, acrylic on plywood

24 x 24 in, acrylic on plywood

The first piece of art to have any color to speak of in… well… years. Continuing to work on a smaller scale, tweaking process a bit. More pleased with this than the first piece I made in this format. Think I figured out the method with this one, can probably retroactively “fix” the first one, make it more like this one.

Loving Compassion

Apr 16 · 2017 // Art / Life

Lama Deshek makes the first brushstroke to destroy the mandala

“Loving compassion, this is my religion.”

Lama Deshek would soon begin the ceremony to destroy the mandala he had created over the course of more than a week in the lobby of the Museum. Generous with his time during the creation, stopping to chat with visitors, answer questions, pose for photographs, before the ceremony began, he noticed the many people craning over the barriers trying to snap a photo of the finished mandala. Looking around, he spotted a step stool, brought it to the side of the mandala, and set it up. Five minutes, if anyone wanted to come use the step ladder to get a better photo. Another small moment of grace on his part. After a number of visitors took their photos he pulled out his iPhone and stepping up the ladder announced, “last one.” And, realizing the nervousness of the onlookers previously, held his phone out and pretended to bobble it, eliciting laughter from all.

And then he began the ceremony. For a brief time he spoke of his belief that the central theme in his life is the deep loving compassion for all living things. Loving compassion, this is my religion, he said to the crowd of more than 150 people. And soon, though we all knew it would happen, after a brief ceremony, he took a brush and swept it through the mandala, 150 people gasping. Though we all knew the impermanence, we all still gasped at the beginning of the destruction, the lesson immediately and so clearly illustrated for all present. After a few strokes, he turned to the crowd, held a brush out, and gently invited them in to participate. In less than five minutes, what had taken a week to build was now a small pile of mixed sand.

I felt a deep appreciation for the opportunity to watch the ceremony, and a great pleasure in knowing that so many people were also able to share in the experience provided by my place of employment. When strangers find out I work at the Museum of Art, they immediately respond with some variation of, “that’s wonderful, it must be a great place to work.” I find a polite response, while internally reminding myself of the struggle it can sometimes be. Petty and fragile egos, passive aggressive back stabbing, pursuit of so many small agendas, infighting, and on and on. It can be infuriating in ways I’m sure many work environments can be. But, in this moment, watching the crowd, and thinking back to the hundred or so visitors that came to the opening ceremony, the many who participated in meditation with Lama Deshek, those who watched during his time of creation, I was humbled by the work I do. Humbled by whatever small amount I could contribute to helping share this experience with my community. It was a reminder I needed of why I wanted to work at an art museum. The power of art to inspire, to help see things anew, or discover a new perspective. The Museum as a place of exploration. And further, to be reminded through such a message as Lama Deshek’s of compassion for all living things, including, as he noted, for ourselves. For if we can not find compassion for ourselves, it is all the more difficult to have compassion for others.

Self compassion has been a struggle for me, and certainly my lack of self compassion has led to my fair share contributing to the workplace struggles mentioned above. I can not remember a time when it was not. And in recent weeks I’ve come to realize it more acutely, particularly in struggles I’ve had relating to others. Specifically in a romantic context, though reflection has made it clear how deeply this struggle has affected my ability to relate to other people in general. I’ve begun to read about self compassion. And after struggling to resolve many of the issues I’ve been facing of late, it seems like a good starting point to find a favorable path forward. I grew up as a “gifted child.” There are aspects that are great, but also some excruciating burdens, both self and externally imposed in my case. Growing up, I had support, but I also faced a lot of isolation. In my adult life I have not sought out the kinds of support that I might have benefited from, and allowed self-criticism to take an overwhelming role in my life. The desire I had as a gifted child to understand things, that natural curiosity, has also been a difficult urge to deal with when facing my internal struggles. I want to understand these issues I face, I wanted to find the solution, and when it does not come easily, when it might be impossible, the frustration is furthered. The existential crisis of one simply deepens, often through the tightening of self-criticism like a vice, squeezing out what little self compassion I had. I have often thought I had a distinct capacity for self assessment and awareness, looking at my mind from a distinct third person perspective, analyzing and probing. Realizing how inaccurate that idea often is has been crushing at times, but is slowly becoming an enlightening process. One I’m sure I will be writing about more.

Today’s meditation

Mar 26 · 2017 // Art / Instagram
Today’s meditation

Photograph, reduced to line art. Printing a 5 x 7 inch linocut, transferring to a 36 x 48 inch canvas, etc, has been a working process of mine for a few years. And as much as I enjoy playing with scale and seeing what happens when images are reduced to a linocut and then enlarged, it was beginning to feel stale. Or, if not stale, a bit more labor intensive than I’ve made time to accommodate lately.

My reduction to line art has also changed since getting an iPad Pro and Apple Pencil. I’ve been able to take photographs and redraw them completely digitally. No tracing paper. Direct. Efficient. I’ve also taken to using Instagram images as a starting point for the digital drawings.

So, new format. The large canvases just took a long time to finish, and aren’t the cheapest things to buy if I’m not really selling paintings. Criteria for new format became cheaper, and smaller. Plywood was a start. A decent piece of plywood is cheaper than a large pre-stretched canvas. And smaller, but not minuscule, something reasonable to work with. 24 by 24 inches. To speed things along even further, skip the print, just project the digital image on the board.

Pleased so far with new format and process. Not that the process is all that different. But, the costs were far less, and I basically finished the painting in two days instead of spending weeks or months poking away a little here and there.

Into the void

Feb 25 · 2017 // Art / Instagram / Process
Into the void

Prepping new method and format. Undercoat of black gesso on 24 x 24 inch board.

I’ve been creating 5 x 7 block prints, then projecting to 36 x 48 canvases for years now. It’s the working method for all of my Sloss and Birmingham Mandala projects. It’s a big and labor intensive process. So, time for a change.

This is for a new series of images. They all began as Instagram photos, more or less all showing spaces that aren’t intended for people, but through which people sometimes find themselves navigating. Parking lots. Parking structures. Interstate underpasses. Rather than creating a block print, I’ve refined and redrawn each image in Procreate on my iPad. This started as a way to play around and experiment with the iPad Pro and Apple Pencil, but has become a more refined process. And now, rather than produce a block print, I’m printing out the image, then will project it on the prepared wood. From that point, the process will still be similar to previous canvases. Masking tape. X-Acto. Etc.

More process photos to come I imagine.

Revealing Third Space

Jan 10 · 2017 // Art / Design / Instagram / Process

Revealed over the weekend on the @bhammuseum feed, if you haven't already seen some of the print ads floating around. This should be quite the event. It's quite the exhibition

Prismacolor and old Sharpies // hand-lettering for some Third Space ads

Dymaxion map for upcoming exhibition

The Museum will open the largest contemporary exhibition curated from the permanent collection. The exhibition highlights many of the collecting themes the Museum has followed the last twenty or so years. A focus on under-represented viewpoints. A highlight of the “other.”

Third Space frames issues of the Global South within the framework or prism of the American South. It is impossible to look at art in Birmingham, Alabama, without the baggage of the location. What does it mean to examine the perspectives of artists grappling with exile, representation, identity, and more in this place. How have these issues been confronted in Birmingham, or the American South. A place that has more in common with struggling regions around the world than it does with cities or regions in the United States.

But more, in the context of current events. Current attitudes. What can this art teach us about ourselves and those around us? In a sense, all art is political. And the art in this exhibition isn’t necessarily easy to look at, or easy to digest. Some is beautiful. Some is ugly. But all of it has a story to tell. A story that is worth listening to, or worth digging into and trying to understand.

I won’t lie. This exhibition has tested many of us at the Museum. The scale, the production timelines. The interpersonal things that develop within a staff committed to what they are doing, but not always seeing eye to eye. But in the end, I feel this is a very important exhibition, regardless of the stress it has caused me personally.

We all need a little more empathy. A little more understanding. An expansion of our perceptions. And if this exhibition can guide viewers to that, I think it will be worth the struggle we’ve put into it.

I hope you will consider coming to it. The opening event will likely be big, and full of people, and hopefully fun. I’m curious to see the reaction of people to a potentially heavy exhibition in the context of a party… I hope it piques people’s’ curiosity and encourages repeated visits. Walking through the gallery a few times during the installation process, I’ve certainly noticed new things each time.

Subversive Coloring Book

Sep 28 · 2016 // Art / Culture / Design / Instagram

Subversive Coloring Book from the Early 1960s

A coworker stumbled across an article about subversive coloring books from the early 1960s. They are brilliant and incisive, cutting quiet life of desperation to the bone. For all those who want to “Make America Great Again,” thinking that means the 1950s… well, from the evidence, it wasn’t necessarily so great.

LOU 01 + 02 // Louisville Mandalas

Jul 24 · 2016 // Art / Instagram / Photography
LOU 01

LOU 01 // Beautiful Geometry

LOU 02 // circles and orbits

LOU 02 // Circles and Orbits

The sewer drains in Louisville, Kentucky are wonderful. In particular, the geometry of LOU 01 slays me. I’ve been struggling to make the time to finish painting the BHM Mandala series, wanting to move on to a few other print / paint projects. But these two images from Louisville make want to reconsider, as I can picture in my mind how lovely these would look in stark black and white.