Studio beautified, floors painted, smaller work table installed?
Larger number of canvases purchased, primed?
Paint palette scraped and cleaned? Paint brushes pulled out of turpentine soup and cleaned?
-check, uh...not yet, but really, I will.
Wonderful things are bound to happen.
Monday, April 11, 2011
The Saturday Gallery exhibition could not have been better! I.Wolk's staff was as professional and well prepared as ever, their enthusiasm and knowledge quite apparent.
Not only did all of the artists sell work, we also had a harmonious presence as each of us were able to talk with collectors about our work, explain the process of using metallic in the form of paint or leaf and generally inform and entertain the invited crowd.
Sunday's "salon" at Ma(i)sonry Napa Valley (located a short fifty meters or so from the French Laundry) was equally impressive. The staff there as well was prepared, enthusiastic and welcoming. We had as great turn out as well as collectors who then made purchases so that the artists (including me) could sign or inscribe the paintings, take a photo and get to know the warm folks that came out to see the art and artists.
I truly adore the collectors who take the time to introduce themselves to me and are interested in what I have to say about my art. It also lets me inside their homes when they tell me what they have in mind regarding the placement of the painting, what led them to this purchase and what specifically drew them to my art.
It should be no surprise that most artists, myself included enjoy and have continued relationships with the collectors of their art.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
not in 24 hours, but a few more than that.
I've painted at G studio for three years and from the feet down, my space has been looking sorry and sad.
Since our theme collectively as far as the tone of the studio lately can best be described as "manic on steroids", and since I'd completed and delivered all of my paintings for the gallery exhibit, naturally I looked to the paint brush.
What did I see? Filthy, dirty, paint dribbled (and not in a Jackson Pollock-y way) floors.
I hit the paint closet and blended a color as close to the floor color as possible and of course like a good painter, cut in the edges and began.
Half way through painting my space, on my knees, I lifted my head and looked at what I'd done: Oh, shit.
The painting of the floor: all good.
The fact that I'd begun a project that would absolutely have to be finished to the end: Oh shit.
Well, I was in.
And this is no small task: Approximately 3,000 square feet of creative energy.
I have only two more areas to go, the conference room and the small gallery.
The floors look fantastic. and more importantly, clean.