Category Archives: painting

Lady Bug

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I’ve had some weird experiences lately. The day before I left for Paris, I went out to Connecticut to spend the day with my mom and at some point during an old fashioned/nostalgic pick nick, a ladybug landed on my red sweater. My mother told me it was a good omen. Now it is true that I lived most of my life with an illustration hung by my bed near my head (imagined by the illustrator Etienne Delliserte) popping out of the black on red spotted carapace of a ladybug. When I was in Paris wandering the chaos streets of Bellville I fellinto an all night alimentation oriental store and bought a pack of Marllboro (they had that and lights and it was an emergency) and then I realized I’d lost my little lighter so I bought a bic and the Chinese man handed me what: Lady bug with horse shoes. He smiled at me and I realized he was the guy I’d been buying snacks and beer and wine from the day before… I was home! Talk about luck. If not for that lighter, I never would have noticed and maybe just kept walking in the blurr of Paris streets. Then the night before I left … or in the end didn’t leave… a second ladybug landed on my red sweater. I said, “I hope this is a good omen”… and maybe missing my flight was the best thing that happened as it gave me back a day and sense of months.

Yesterday I ran into John Kole… the Grande American from Hub. I haven’t seen him in five or seven years I can’t recall. I dragged him back to Frost street and we talked about old times in Paris. Encore fois pour deux K. etc. He makes restaurants and clubs now. He’s doing well, but I miss his paintings.

Trouble in Purgatory

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Well I’m back on the couch and or pulling vampire all nighters at the studio. This year is like last year and like the decade before that. They say the definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior and expecting different results… Guess I know some crazy people… but joy joy the cog has arisen Christ/Phoenix-like from the blood and ashes. Viva La Cog!

Surfs Up

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Pixies and painting with oils at 17 frost mini studio. Not to mention dropping the epoxy resin on the Cog finally and then Alex Garcia shows up and drums while it cures…. I mean he was like a jet engine and blew out the mike. You should have been in the room. Felt like making surfboards in some Zuma beach shack, or whatever.

Crowds in Motion Stay in Motion

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I was thinking about scale as I tried to deinstall the large crowd drawings to put safely away in Storage and then the wind from the new ceiling fans moved the huge sheets of paper like they were napkins on the bar. We’ve been doing a bit of spring cleaning at 17 Frost in prep for the last show of the season: Ricaro Deoliveira. Tonight is the opening. Swing by for a drink and some art and video…see the new walls and bar and fans and floors etc.

As all these repairs took place, I had to hide the Frost mini studio and work at home where I’ve been finishing a few movie themed poster drawings to ship to my friend in Portland. I had a funny coincidance yesterday while taking a long walk to Williamsburgh. The Replacements song Portland came up on my ipod just as I was thinking about the city of Portland. I sang to myself, “It’s too late to turn back, here we go. Portland oh no…” when I noticed I was looking at a sign for the Portland Cafe and Then I looked up at the street sign: Portland Avenue. I’ve walked it many times, never noticed it’s name. It was an uncanny moment. Everything’s coming up Portland green. Must be all the rain.

Fine Art

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Saw an old man posing in a second story window facing out on Flatbush Avenue. He reminded me of a naked Walt Whitman. Set up my small painting studio at frost and on my wander over bridges to shoot Manhattan, I saw this bit of street art which made me drop my pack and pull out the still camera. I think its on Kent by the water in Williamsburgh.