Summer’s big heat has broken. I used to fly to America for my mother’s birthday. The days getting sorter, summer nearly gone.
In Tokyo, early to work. A month of painting every day. I start to remember. not me, my fingers.
Fresh Goat Meat Daily /
Last weekend’s exhibition went fine, thank you. People asked about the sign.
I lived in Flatbush, Brooklyn, in the early 80’s, attending graduate school at Brooklyn College. Every day I passed a meat shop. In front of the shop was a large sign that read, “Fresh Goat Meat Daily!”
Growing up in a small town upstate I did not see goat meat in the grocery. One man in town had goats, but i don’t remember him selling the meat. Perhaps he did.
To be confronted by a large and aged sign advertising it fresh daily… Was it really fresh? New goat meat every day? I loved the sign, but I didn’t believe it.
You shouldn’t believe mine as well.
short time /
My most successful exhibition in Japan took two and a half years to prepare and ran for two weeks. Interest and excitement built day by day - newspaper articles, TV, magazines
This weekend I have two days. excitement will be there or not. There is no time for it to build. the work is collected from pieces of the last 15 years. I wonder what it has to say?
Short time will tell.
weekend exhibition /
I’m cleaning up the studio for a weekend exhibition., digging thru boxes i haven’t opened in a while. I’m putting old stuff on the wall this weekend to dust them off. I also discovered some frames I intend to repaint and recycle. It got me excited about some older themes, that and rereading Melville again.
Recycling /
Probably comes from my early days in New York in Art school, the garbage was rich. I kept my eyes open when I walked around.
Old habits. I found a little round frame down the hill last summer, put it aside. It resurfaced this week and I’m giving it a new surface. Pure fun.
I had an exhibition using all recycled, repainted, re-purposed frames a few years ago. they don’t sell well. Oh well. Still fun.
My Suzuri, my ink stone /
“Wash your face every week, but wash your ink stone every day.” a old ink painter’s saying.
and i have become an old ink painter.
Before, with 25 years of my use
After