newsprint drawings: self portraits

I spent some time recently thinking about mile stones in my childhood. I am working on the first Gallery 8 show at school (just slightly intimidating), and I asked fellow students to make work inspired by childhood memories of bath time. Not quite as literal as that, but you know... I was doing lots of thinking about it as well. Certain changes terrified, annoyed and embarrassed me. I think that's where these came from. And honestly, I don't usually use such blatant imagery, and frankly they are kind of embarrassing. But I like them as a series.

new art objects

I spent way to much time one day, punching holes in newsprint...

in need of a thick skin

morning at 972 & one half

back to the grind (& LOVING it)

First week in the studio

Welding, Summer 2011

Back, he spurred like a madman, shouting a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway.
Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

down the shore with Michael's family

card playing

delicious summer-time seafood.

sunny beach days

Dinner with Ton, while dog-sitting

maybe the most beautiful picture I've taken with my cell phone:

deliciously light and fresh summer dinner:

Blue: the most beautiful dog, next to Morey of course :)

Mid-summer growth

finds from tag saleing in CT

summer painting

progress: