A new art idea has kinship with an unpaid balance. Your idea-account may have existed for a very long time, but as the unpaid part derives from charges after the most recent zero balance, new art ideas are figuratively undelivered-fruit-of-inspiration. It’s a debt you owe your society. The inspiration is intrusted to you and until...
A couple years ago a flatbed truck showed up at my driveway by invitation. I’d been in a rainy town north of here to check on a craigslist ad and to my surprise, the sale went forward. That was the day I thought my car had been shot by the agitators in a union confrontation...
I’ve never seen another artists studio. Not in person. Pictures exist online of the studios of the big players of history, and some of them look desireable because they’re spacious. Websites showcase modern artists studios. So far I wouldn’t trade mine for any of them, and mine’s a compromise. That’s not a slam on theirs,...
A couple years ago I went to the hardware store and bought a strap of brass and a little plate of the same. From it, I fashioned a Lucia Crown, held together with old fashioned pound-em-in brass rivets. Today, I finally put the greenery on it.
Happens all the time: suddenly the art shows up at the front door of my brain. There are many triggers, some very surprising. Like when I invited an interior designer to the house and dissappointed her by rebuffing the suggestion that if I want to make money with art I should paint color blotches instead...
