Something Old

Here's some stuff I was working on before I went to Warm Town (Southern Hemisphere). I'd say they are musings on migration. It's never easy seeing a loved one leave a loved place. I've moved around all my life and now is the first time I'm the one staying behind. It's a strange sensation--being in a space that you equate with people who no longer fill that space with you. So many of my nears and dears have up and left this beautiful city that I have started loving hard. Oh, too many good things in all directions. What a dilemma.

Sky Flight City Goodbye

Something New

Today I head down to Asheville to plot big and hard with my criminal cohort, my Magical girlfriend, studio soulmate, Jackie Maloney. Before I do though, wanted to share with you our latest project. Our alma mater invited us to be a part of a small exhibition, deliciously complicated by the fact that I was in South East Asia and Australia and Jackie was in Asheville, NC.

As part of Kerdieekrdaad for the first time in two years, I proudly present to you,

Spider and Kite

The piece is an open writing desk. There is a chair there, please sit down if you'd like.  

The writing desk is full of postcards, bones, thread, letters, archeological dominoes and feathers. 

It's overflowing, really. 

There is a stack of letters from a circus troupe in Asheville--

filled with constellations and dreams and drawings as delicate and complex as spider legs.  

There are letters from Thailand, Indonesia, Australia--sketches and confessions scribbled on maps from the last town, common epiphanies, justice-hunger, awe.

These letters wait for their recipients here at this writing desk. You can wait here too. We have stamps and empty pages. Add something, write to someone, leave a relic.

The exhibition runs until the 16th.

Something Borrowed

I suppose everything I do has a bit of borrowed in it, but this series has more appropriated images than most. The open mouth comes from these fantastic May Day General Strike posters. It was love at first sight and I stowed four away for the perfect project. I made this series to commemorate Occupy Philadelphia's one year anniversary. They're darker, more political than anything I've done before. It was hard. I let them get ugly. Some things just can't be done up, something shouldn't be said quietly.

What We've Lost, What We're Losing

Something Blue

I did this small series last year just before I left the country. It started long ago as a giant painting of a blue whale that I tore up, much to Jackie's dismay. I still don't think she's forgiven me, but the last pieces of the monster have found their way into this small study.


Parts of a Whale

Right now I don't have any studio (or bedroom), but I have LOTS to show you all since we last spoke. So here's to more updates!