Maybe my mind works better when I’m doing 45 things.
This year I started working on paintings about disconnection. Set in coastal south Jersey, they’re bridges being built and demolished. There was an old bridge that was in the process of being torn down a few years ago between Beesleys Point and Somers Point near the power plant. I was inspired by its surreal appearance. I had the opportunity to kayak out and take some reference photos before it was demolished. I’ll share the others shortly.
I usually have some figurative work going too. Now is no exception. First impressions are still in the mix. I haven’t revisited them since being spooked by that book – oh right. Maybe I never published that post. Anyway, I had one of those OMG seriously life poetry scenarios and took a break. They’re still very much in my heart.
Until recently, I haven’t played much with ideas relating to the masculine form. Right now, I’m working on a few shirtless man paintings.
I recently wrapped up a couple oil painting commissions and a resin piece donated to a fundraiser.
As always, I’m also doing freelance design work, managing websites, social media, making shirts and outrageous plans, mapping an escape, etc… My calendar includes escaping the beach to make shirts onsite at my favorite Vermont blueberry farm and create social content, paintings on view at The Gateway, and some dance-in-paint proposals.
But first, coffee! And salt water. Separately. Coffee with salt water probably wouldn’t taste all that good.
Many thanks to 48 Blocks and the Atlantic City Arts Foundation for including me in the weekend with this project. And to all the dancers who participated, thank you so much for making this project a success.
It was March on a Sunday at a gas station off I-95 in Rhode Island. I scrolled through my audiobook app to find something to pass the miles faster. I was worn out from Boston Tea Party, a crossover swing dance event in Massachusetts.
I typed in Malcolm Gladwell to see what might be available. I like the sound of his voice. It reminds me of someone I love.
Blink was the book I downloaded. Voice aside, I really just chose it because it was available. I had absolutely no idea what it was actually about. None. I listened to Tipping Point last summer and enjoyed it. I hit play and resumed my journey down 95. Continue reading “Blink I-95”
Not long out of college, I did a commission for an Atlantic City restaurant. It was this 6 foot by 6 foot scene very much out of my subject matter… but I was fresh out of college and gutsy.
It was a fun project. I traveled for reference material and spent weeks to months working on it. It was big. On delivery day, I tried to rent a van but the beast didn’t fit – so I did what any early twenty-something year old woman would do – I rented a box truck. Somehow there’s no peripheral story to go with that part. Continue reading “Small bar world”