BANKRUPT is a biting commentary on the state of the world today: “mom and pop shops” are being forced out of business by heartless conglomerates, while American jobs are being sent overseas. Quality of goods and customer service decline as consumers demand ever-lower prices.
Set in a Manhattan Men’s Fine Clothing store, four generations of the Pasquale family and the employees who have depended on them for years prepare to close up shop for good. Read the rest of this entry
Here are a couple of bow ties I made for myself today (my first ones). They’re insanely easy to make… well, except for turning them inside out. These were made out of some cotton print fabric I had lying around, but I intend to design my own unique prints (from my drawings and artwork) and print them on Spoonflower.com in the future.
Last Friday, at approximately 4:27 am, my water heater decided to commit suicide. As luck would have it, I suffer from occasional insomnia and I happened to be wide awake at my desk which is next to the water heater in my loft. So I heard the telltale dripping and investigated before the deluge got to biblical proportions.
So, instead of spending a relaxing day immersed in artwork and a visit to the Philadelphia Art Museum to see the new Zoe Strauss exhibit, I toiled away at plumbing. This of course is much harder than it sounds… I had to make room to do the work by removing a huge metal legal-size filing cabinet that weighs about the same as a small Volkswagen even when it is emptied of all the files and drawers. Of course, I had help too. I hired some friends of a neighbor to make the connections, but I had to go and buy the replacement water heater, and somehow get it up to my loft by myself. You should’ve seen me trying to wrestle a 40-gallon water heater up the spiral stairs to my loft. But I did it. Never underestimate the will of a poor artist who really likes a long soak in a hot tub.
And now, the weekend is over and I can finally take a hot shower again. I still have to dispose of the body, by which I mean the now superfluous old water heater tank. Which again, is much easier said than done. First, there’s the task of lowering the hulking beast to the ground level. The old one is much too big to go down the spiral stairs. I’ve bought some rope and pulleys and I’m going to construct some sort of rudimentary dumb-waiter for the task. But for now, the carcass is sitting between my desk and the new water heater, in place of my filing cabinet. Like a warning to the new recruit: the proverbial head on a spike. Or like the carcass of a giant dead whale…
But that’s not what this post is about… Read the rest of this entry
Jan 18
This gallery contains 38 photos.
If you browse around the web today, you’re likely to notice something different… blackouts and censored photos in protest of two bills circulating in Congress right now (SOPA and PIPA) that threaten the Internet as we know it. I won’t write about these issues here now (but you can click my “stop censorship” ribbon in [...]
Ever since my early painting classes as an undergraduate in art school, I have been interested in incorporating text in my work. Using text in contemporary artwork is nothing new, and some artists use text exclusively. I’ve been inspired by the works of Barbara Kruger, Jenny Holzer, Cy Twombly, Marcel Duchamp, Andy Warhol, and the Dada collages of Georges Braque, Pablo Picasso, to name a few artists who used text in some of their artworks. I am intrigued by the possibility of adding additional layers of meaning to a piece through the use of text. Such uses have the potential to support the main idea of a piece, or contradict it; either usage is valid. The use of text in visual artwork can also serve to make the piece more accessible to the general public. I think of it as a way of giving the viewer another handle to hold onto when grappling with the piece.
One of my early painting professors, Erin Palmer, offered a critique of a text painting I made as an undergraduate by asking whether the painting could be successful if the text wasn’t readable (ie, if it were in another language, or if it were illegible text). Read the rest of this entry
On the (f)utility of labels in my studio practiceMy studio practice differs from that of most artists I know in that I don’t simply go into my studio every day (or even every week) and just paint. And when people I’ve just met ask me what I do, the exchange typically goes like this: “I’m an artist.” “Oh really? What kind of pictures do you paint?” “Well, I do paint sometimes, but not exclusively, and when I do, it’s not usually pictures of anything, because I approach a painting as a three-dimensional object, not an illusion of space…” By this point, the person’s eyes are usually glazing over and darting around the room looking for an excuse to get away. Sometimes to save us both the embarrassment, I’ll simply say that I make abstract paintings (which isn’t really true). The typical response is “oh, that’s nice.” Or maybe, “My aunt was an abstract painter. She killed herself though.” Read the rest of this entry
Biscuits with homemade butter, jam and marmalade.
Being a good ole Southern boy, the importance of good biscuits cannot be overstated. And it pains me to see so many of my Northern friends struggle to make a decent biscuit. And I swear it’s easy enough that you can make a perfect batch better than anything from a can or fast food fried chicken store the very first time you try. Read the rest of this entry
NOTE: This is not a typical post for this blog, but I share it here to archive the video footage and give thanks to someone who helped shape who I became. Read the rest of this entry
Thanksgiving used to be one of my favorite holidays. I can say that because I’m old enough to remember a time when it was a holiday free of commercial excess. Christmas decorations and holiday sales wouldn’t start for another week or so after Thanksgiving. It was just a time for all of the family to gather at my grandparent’s house for great cooking and family togetherness. Read the rest of this entry
In this example, a playwright wrote an original script and it was produced in his hometown. He wanted his original two-act play bound and published for posterity, and had hopes of securing future productions outside his home region. After consulting with me, he decided to hire me to help him publish his work. The playwright provided me with the manuscript as a digital file, a photograph from the original production for the cover, and a cast and crew list from the program for inclusion in the script. His script needed some editing for typos, spelling and formatting, but nothing beyond what is included in the basic contract.
For more information, keep reading. You can also download the Prospectus for Playwrights, or contact me directly. Read the rest of this entry
