Sometimes I wonder if I share too much. I mean, I know artists who don’t show their work until it is all finished. They hide in their studios and throw sheets over their paintings so no one can see. I am just the opposite. I want to share my work. I sometimes ask myself if this is a good thing. Then I think, well, it’s my work, I can do what I want. Maybe if I had a partner in my life who was here to cheer me on, it would be different. Instead I have you guys and I thank you
Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing. Often I watch movies while I am working in the studio. I love my period films: Persuasion, Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Bleak House, Downton Abbey, and many more. You name it I have probably seen it or own it. Today, like so many other days, I sat in front of my DVD’s and couldn’t decide what to watch. I just finished watching Game of Thrones Season 2 for the 2nd time. And decided on Downton Abbey Season 3 for the 3rth time…LOL
I had another dream today… Just woke from a nap and yes another dream… all I could remember from this one is that a woman came over to my studio, unexpectedly took one look at my work and asked me if I am with a gallery. I was just waking up and she had to ask again. I said well I am with Gallery 825, but I am looking for representation. She took my hand in both of hers and said very excitedly, “Well my name is… ” (I can’t remember her name!!!! LOLOL) But I knew that I had ma
No dreams last night, sorry! LOL (Or not that I can remember anyway) How many of you are connected? I mean really connected. And what does that mean? I have my Droid phone and my laptop which I connect to email, Facebook, Twitter (Although I don’t use it enough), Plurk, G+ and Second Life whenever I need. I stay connected with new friends and old, from all over the world. What would happen if the internet went out? What if Facebook was all of a sudden gone? What would we do?
Last night… Just had a dream some guy stole 3 of our cars from in front of an old house I lived in. In broad daylight. My car which was almost paid off and 2 of my parents cars including a candy red corvair. I saw the guy doing it and opened the door to yell at him but he had 2 huge guns be was about to shoot so I ducked to the ground. I called the police but no one answered and I had to leave a message. I wanted to chase after the guy but everyone was taking their time about
Every day I am surrounded by art and inspiration. My art most definitely comes from my surroundings. Even in the ER. I often say, the ER is the least artistic place I can be, but that is where I think the most. Or maybe my mind is more clear in the ER. While I am busy at my job, I am able to be more open to art. It is hard to explain. Most of the time, the thoughts just come. I am often surprised and wonder why I hadn’t thought of that before. There was a time last April, I w
This is my 11th post of this project. 11 is a significant number for me. I seem to see it everywhere. When the clock hits 1:11 or 11:11, I say thank you. I am not exactly sure what it all means yet but for now it is a reminder to give thanks for my life. When I see 5:55 I say thank you to my dad who passed away a few years ago. He was part of the triple nickel 555 squadron in the air force. I like to think he is watching over me and keeping me safe.
I feel warm and safe wrap
I had a dream last night… the parts I remembered I immediately typed out on my phone to Facebook…LOL It was the closest thing to record it that I could find. Had a long depressing dream I was living with a group of women dancers kinda like the movie Sirens but it was all black and white. I had borrowed 2 diff cars from them that got stolen and I was a no show to work. Everytime I tried to call work the phone wouldn’t work. The girls at this home were so upset with me I was be
Yesterday we held a conversation with the artists event at Turing Gallery in Extropia. It was really great to have some of the artists from the exhibition, Systems of Existence talking about their work. Here is transcripts from the talk: [2012/12/01 12:01] Gracie Kendal: HEya Alan 😀 [2012/12/01 12:01] wirxli2: spare me a coffee, Gracie? Hi Alan 🙂 [2012/12/01 12:01] 1 (jo.ellsmere): Hey Alan 🙂 [2012/12/01 12:01] wirxli2: I thought you would wear more, Alan 😉 [2012/12/0
So if you told me a few years ago that I would be hanging out with these amazing guys, in a loft, in downtown LA and with a bunch of porn stars and comedians, I don’t know if I would have believed you. But tonight, I did just that. I am right where I was meant to be. These guys rock!!!! #slider
I had a few dreams last night about my job in the ER. I have worked the last 3 days and go in again today for a 12 hour shift. Why oh why did I have to dream about work too???? I have been thinking about the semantics of words lately. I like to play with words. While I am not a writer, my work is visual, I do like to use words for different meanings. Work for instance, can mean going to your job or it can mean a piece of art ‘work.’ It can be a good work as in creating art or
I am always in love with the colors and textures of rain. On my way home from work this morning, at 1230am, I took about 100 photos of the lights, clouds and buildings around me. I like this set particularly. It seemed almost a surreal sky. Now I am off to get ready for work. Day 3 of 4 in a row in the ER. Fun times!! #slider
Ugh!!!!! I want to yell out to the world, STOP THE MADNESS!!!!! Would that be copyright infringement? Wasn’t that statement used for something else? Well it is a mad mad mad mad mad world out there when women read these magazines and really think that they will lose 9 lbs in a week, including their belly fat and big hips. Ugh!!!!!
Now, when I saw the woman reading these articles and actually copying them to take home, I thought, how sad. This particular woman is beautiful an
Sometimes you don’t know when inspiration will strike. Or rather, you don’t realize it strikes continuously 24/7. Everything I see, I am inspired by. Everything I feel, hear, breath will influence my work in the future. I created this mixed media piece over 10 years ago. I don’t remember why I did it or even how. I have tried to recreate it, but can’t. Not in the same way. It is a conglomeration of collected items that I loved. That are part of my life. Without realizing it i
See, it’s only day 4 and I already almost forgot to post. I feel like I didn’t do much all day. As I type I am watching “Pillars of the Earth,” looking for a TV, ordering stickers and postcards and re-organizing the folders on my computer. I went to Barbara’s earlier this evening for dinner. Barbara’s is the local restaurant/bar at the Brewery. I mostly order the steak, mashed potatoes and vegetables. Ok and sometimes a screwdriver. It’s my comfort food as of late and it
Sitting at my desk, drinking Hot chocolate from my favorite mug with my favorite painting on it, my mind is on bonding. Not the usual bonding between friends or intimates, but well rather, WHY WON’T THE DAMN ARMS AND LEGS AND TORSO BOND PERMANENTLY TO THIS MANNEQUIN!!! Phew, had to get that out. As with all art, it is a learning experience. I can’t expect my first go at painting a mannequin be perfect right? What is perfection anyway. My work is always based on spontaneity an
Since yesterday and my first post of project 365, I have been thinking about pictures I want to share. I don’t know if there are any specific rules to the game or if I just make them up as I go. Like I keep hearing, rules are made to be broken, right? right? So I wonder, Is that what happened when Jeff Koon’s sculptures were placed in Versailles? Of course we know that with post-modernism came the idea that there are no rules. Everything goes right? So why not? While I am no
This last year I met an amazing woman, Halsted, who writes a blog, cygnoir.net. 365 days ago, she started ‘project 365’ a daily photo diary of her world. I love this idea!! I have been thinking of doing this for some time. Halsted just finished day 365, yesterday, so I figured it was the perfect opportunity to continue what she started, and begin my own ‘project 365’ starting today. Today is the day known as Black Friday! I hate this day. Millions of people go shopping; faci
Liberated from appearance-based identity? Is this even possible? What does it mean to challenge society’s standards of beauty? Is it standing up against the media/corporations who cover the newsstands, televisions and advertisements with ultra thin, unhealthy looking models who are selling an unattainable youth and beauty to the masses? I was talking to a friend who felt this is a cop-out, an excuse. Aren’t we smarter than this? Is this challenge redefining the idea of beauty
Bruno, 2 month old great dane- (had to share the cute puppy pic) It has been 4 months since the night of my Bald and the Beautiful performance for the Artist21 series here in Los Angeles. What a crazy and exciting 4 months. Today I sit at my desk, behind my computer, reminiscing about my life since I chopped off all my hair. The other day, I told someone that I was recovering from an eating disorder. This is the very first time I said ‘recovering.’ I really thought about wha