I’ve posted on this blog from Alabama, Mob Town, Vermont and the Irish countryside and everywhere in between. I’ve now relocated to New York, New York to pursue my career as an artist. How cliche does that sound? But I mean it, I really mean it.
And I haven’t posted in forever. Turns out, moving to an entirely new city cold turkey is more than a little difficult. I worked myself into the ground for a year in Alabama with three jobs to save up enough to move.
Luckily, I found the apt (affordable-ish on the upper east side- are you kidding me?), I found the job (hosting in a rooftop bar, hanging out with bouncers, secret service and the security force for the Thai princess- who was kind of a lady jerk actually) and now I just need the blossoming career.
I’m used to painting really, really big paintings. And now I’m lucky if I can get in a sketchbook sized drawing. So the studio space is non existant, oh well. I’m thinking of doing a cluster of paper paintings to hang as one large painting. We’ll see. As I type, I’m sitting at my 3’x3’ table (my studio).
After having two residencies (Vermont Studio Center and the Hambidge Center in GA) and two solo shows in my hometown (Decoration Day and Vision & Omen) in two different galleries, I now have a new set of ideas and am ready to roll. The working title is Bastille, and it’s as dark as you would probably expect. I’m thinking about old photos, old memories, old dreams, people, places, and the light that car headlights, flashlights and flares cast on their surroundings in the dark. Vague enough for you? I want to slur together reality and fiction in this next series. Back to my roots.
a few creepy old photos I’ve been drawing inspiration from:
my collection of old photos from some travels (and ebay):
a few preparatory sketches: