Tuesday, August 11, 2015

shadow and rock

recent paintings done at battery park city

Thursday, July 2, 2015


i only realized relatively recently that, when i am operating at my best, making art is truly about process rather than product. pushing material and pushing myself to go where i have not gone before, making work that surprises me, allowing myself to go too far, to make something ugly, has been more satisfying than i could have imagined.

what i am learning, something i knew intellectually but must go through the hard way, is that grief is also a process and there are no shortcuts. though i was prepared in many ways when my mother died in march at the age of 100, though i had the four months of her at home hospice care to adjust, i find myself crying at odd, unpredictable moments, set off by seemingly irrelevant things.

wow. didn't know this post would take me there. it was meant as a catch-up about my work but there you are: it's a catch-up with myself.

this is what i mean by process...
(the blue is tape)

a series of abstractions based on altered leaf forms in watercolor. i liked the original pencil drawing - very free and spontaneous so i threw around the watercolor with some abandon, then scrubbed out areas when i didn't like where things went.

at home i used water soluble caran d'ache neocolor II because i wasn't happy with anything about the image. that didn't help at all. the forms flattened and became completely uninteresting to me and the colors were likewise unsatisfying.

literally back to the drawing board: remounted and sprayed, doused, scrubbed. not sure where i go from here but the underlying pencil lines have emerged which makes me happy.

and since i was working on three pieces here are the first and last of the other two.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

falling in love

i didn't wake up expecting much. i was fourth on the list and the salvation army truck guys start work at 8:00 so if they showed before 2 i was going to be a happy camper. they would clear fifteen boxes and bags from my mom's apartment making it more appealing to prospective buyers which in turn would make my brokers happy. my brokers love the mad men vibe what with all the authentic mid century modern furniture. we called it danish modern back when nobody thought of it as middle of the century.

the truck showed up early and minutes later I was locking up and heading back to the city. (i don't know about the other boroughs but when kids who grew up in queens talk about 'the city' they mean manhattan. or anyway they did in the middle of last century)

off the E train i wandered down the high line from 14th street, eyeing my destination, as i have during its construction, with skepticism. the whitney museum. now i no longer think of it as the new whitney or the downtown whitney. it's the whitney. and i'm in love.

renzo piano's building, itself a masterpiece, is nonetheless wholly devoted to art. it doesn't merely display, it celebrates the whitney's remarkable collection. the building doesn't call undue attention to itself: yes, you notice the architecture but you notice, more, the way it enhances the work, the way it pours light into spaces impressive enough to inspire awe and comfortable enough to allow small works to sparkle.

the building fits itself seamlessly into its location, inviting the city in with lots of glass, moving the inside out in numerous outdoor platform spaces with stunning vistas of the city and the river. it lavishes love on the meatpacking district and i suspect that love will be returned. expect crowds.

enough with words.


louise nevelson

romare bearden (detail)

lee bontecou

sol lewitt

more about the museum

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

some paintings

the revelation of past work:
wow. i did this. cool

i painted in new mexico
because i love the landscape
and because i couldn't afford
the paintings i wanted
of that landscape

Monday, March 16, 2015

greta tillinger 1914-2015

my mother was more than the sum of the details of her life: born in Vienna in 1914, emigrated to New York City, lost her mother in the Holocaust, married, had a daughter, divorced after 36 years of a largely unhappy marriage.

avid traveler, voracious reader, New Yorker subscriber, Jeopardy fan. cancer survivor, critic of everyone and everything. occasional artist, infrequent poet. she was complicated and smart, difficult, unhappy, witty, judgmental (not least of herself). having outlived, by many years, a wide circle of friends. she died peacefully on March 15, 2015.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

the last of Lautrec

sadly, the sketching sessions inspired by the Toulouse Lautrec show at MoMA have come to an end.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

more Lautrec sketch @ MoMA

we warm up with 30-second sketches. sometimes these please me the most.

the rest are generally six minute sketches -
a perfect length of time

Friday, February 27, 2015

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

More Lautrec sketching at MoMA

more sketching from the museum of modern art with models in Lautrec garb...

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