As the year comes to a close I have been backing paintings that I have done this year. I remembered someting my teacher, Marshal Glasier at the Art Students League of New York, said, “A painting has three lives, One when you do it, one when you hang it on the wall, and one when you sell it and send it into the world.”
With Ink Painting there is another, the life when you back it and it is wet on the drying board. It looks as it had never looked before and will never look again.
It’s the season to put chisel to bamboo, and cut a new seal
October’s exhibition was fininshed two weeks ago, and is mostly cleaned up,
The 2025 book is still under construction and will be sent to those that pre ordered when done. Many thanks to them and to all that came to the exhibition this year. You made it fun.
Now I bring out my brushes and my ink to begin a new year of painting
So quickly it is the last weekend of this year’s exhibition, and it seems the edge of a typhoon will visit as well.
Cleaning under the stairs I encountered my old freind Mr, Soseki, waiting pationtly for another year and exhibition.
Then I mopped the floor. Friday starts the exhibition. It is exciting.
Soon I will open my studio for another October exhibition. But first I have to clean.
I have windows, fusuma, shoji, and doors, but I have no walls. Old Japanese houses like this are built without walls, so once a year I must construct them.
It begins a race with time. October 3rd the door opens for my show. Will I have paintings framed? Will I have walls to hang them on?
First I must clean the floor.
