I made it into the Self-Portrait Exhibition!

Hey Folks,

I finished my self-portrait and it has been accepted in the National Self-Portrait Exhibition. The exhibition will be at 33 Collective Gallery, 1020 W. 35th St., in Chicago. The 33 Collective Gallery is in the sweeping Zhou Brothers building in Bridgeport. It’s worth going down (or up) there just to see the building. The exhibition runs from July 16 to August 13. The opening is on Friday, July 16, from 7 to 10pm.

Yay! It’s my birthday today, and this is the present I was hoping for. This will be my second in-person gallery exhibition.

Again, the deetails:

National Self-Portrait Exhibition
July 16 to August 13, 2010
33 Collective Gallery
1029 W. 35th St.
Chicago

Opening on July 16
7 to 10pm
at 33 Collective Gallery

Progress on the Self-Portrait

Hi Y’all,

I’m continuing to work on my self portrait. In general, it is taking shape well. I have been looking at Alice Neel and Lucien Freud’s work to get more ideas of how to incorporate light and shadow into my painting. I plan to enter my portrait into a competition, whose deadline is only a few days away.

As you’ll notice, there’s a push pin on the left corner of my chin. That’s because I painted this painting on a record. Yep, a 12-inch LP. I’m not sure what I’m going to do about the chin hole. I could spackle it, maybe, or leave it. I do kinda need the hole to be able to hang the record, unless I get the record framed somehow. Such are the dilemmas of painting on records. I might give painting a rest for a couple hours. It seems I get too worked up and focused on minute details if I spend a long stretch on painting.

Man, I’m kinda tired now.

New Expressionist Self-Portrait

Folks, this is a self-portrait I have been working on.  My friend says it reminds him of the work of Egon Schiele. I have been laboring over the flesh tones, as I have had very limited instruction in that area. I feel good that it comes across as expressive. I’m not sure what emotion it communicates. Do you have any ideas? Can anyone guess what I used as a canvas?

I’ve been spending my night posting on Facebook about the BP oil spill. I am beyond devastated and disgusted about it. I feel helpless. I hate saying that, but it’s how I feel. Here is a link to a video of Representative Scalise, from Louisiana questioning Tony Hayward of BP about BP and the federal government’s role in blocking efforts to mitigate the effects of the oil spill on the gulf coast. http://www.cspanarchives.org/program/ID/226495&start=5499&end=5910

If nothing else, I want to get the word out about what is happening to the people of the gulf coast and how the federal government and BP continue to thwart attempts to establish some type of order and move forward. Okay, it’s way past my bedtime.

Plarn Earth Day Pre-Party

Hiya Folks,

I’ll continue my tradition of binge-posting (writing an extremely long post every couple of weeks, instead of writing one of a reasonable length every couple of days.) So what is everyone doing for Earth Day? Well, for me earth day is every day, so I don’t need a celebration to motivate me to do green things. I am green. (Did the italics help you imagine the proper amount of self-righteousness in my tone?) Let me tell you about an email I received from Etsy that showcases green crafts.

The most recent email to crowd my inbox was about plarn, a type of yarn made from strips of plastic shopping bags. Crafty people are crocheting these strips into various types of shopping bags and purses. I really have no desire to learn to crochet, but these bags are cute.

Plastic waste is a huge problem. When plastic bags get into the ocean, sea creatures get caught in them or choke on them. I like the idea of reusing these bags and making them into durable goods, but it doesn’t tackle the problem of overproduction and irresponsible discarding of these bags. I googled “how to dissolve a plastic bag” and came up with an intriguing find. A 16-year-old named Daniel Burd won the 2008 Canada-Wide Science Fair with a project, “Plastic Not Fantastic“, in which he investigated the ability of various microbes to break down plastic bags. He managed to find two microbes that were able to break down plastic bags relatively quickly—he estimated a complete breakdown of the plastic bag material would take three months. If I had a yard, I would be tempted to try his experiment myself. I have way too many plastic bags. A biotechnology approach to the plastic waste problem seems promising, but I also like the idea crocheting the bags into a durable good. A real solution to the plastic bag problem would focus on eliminating the demand for plastic bags by providing a biodegradable (in anaerobic conditions like a landfill), sustainable substitute for them. It would also require people to learn new habits, like planning their shopping trips so that they can remember to bring cloth bags. Our modern lifestyle is predicated on immediate satisfaction of our desires, and if  it suddenly occurs to us that we want to pick up something at the store, we can just use a plastic bag to carry it home. Part of this is related to our long work weeks, which limit our ability to relax, plan our purchases, and buy fewer heavily packaged, pre-prepared goods.

I’ve been taking little stabs at getting back to a creative practice. I keep preparing surfaces, like the ceramic tile, and records, but I get paralyzed when I think of actually starting to paint something on these canvases. My kitchen table is also quite cluttered at the moment, and that is limiting my ability to spread out and paint.

Right now I’ve decided to direct my creative energies toward making a batch of cream puffs. Yikes. I almost typed “cream puggs.”

Happy (Good?) Friday

I was wondering why the coffee shop was so full, and then I remembered that it is Good Friday.  What a Good time to reflect on my recent artistic activities. Last weekend I went to the closing reception for ARC Gallery’s Materiality exhibition. The curator gave a talk about how she selected the pieces for the exhibition and also what she thought the common themes running through all the selections were. She asked the artists present at the reception to comment on their work. I was very nervous about talking about my piece, but also very excited to be able to give some background information about my work. A great discussion about the celebration of the quotidian resulted. With my piece “Strength in Numbers” I aimed to elevate a common, overlooked part of nature. My piece, and the process I went through to create my piece was meant to be an act of reverence to the common house sparrow, who hops around in plain sight, but is rarely noticed. While creating my piece, I really had to stop and observe the sparrow, almost get inside the sparrow’s experience of the world. The sparrow is one of many, but in my piece he is an icon and a standout. The piece asks viewers to slow down a savor the small pieces of nature that are often silenced in the urban experience. We are conditioned to only notice the dramatic parts of nature, oceans, canyons, mountains, and we fail to see what is in front of us. This can also be said of the way many people approach life. We often discount the small pleasures and are waiting for something big to happen. We are always delaying the gratification that is one step ahead in the future, but all we really have is now. I hope I’m not starting to sound like a new-age self-help book.

I’ve also been exploring my ideas about the beauty of the ordinary and of the present moment through cell-phone photography. Instead of waiting for the perfect shot, I see how I can frame something perfect from whatever is in front of me. I’m beginning to think beauty is more about how I observe and frame a subject than it is about searching for a beautiful scene.

Upcycling and New Coffee Loyalties

Hey there, faithful readers of the Art Party,

I’ve been up to a lot in my weeks-long posting fast. I went to the opening of the show I’m in (Materiality @ARC Gallery), and I started working with a new material. Last year I purchased some glazed ceramic floor tiles from the Brown Elephant. I was determined to find a way to make these into decorative tiles, but I couldn’t find a way to remove the glaze. I also wasn’t sure if the acrylic paint I wanted to use would adhere to the tile. I googled “how to remove glaze from a ceramic tile” but never found a satisfactory answer. Some posts suggested using etching chemical, but I don’t have the facilities in my apartment to deal with toxic fumes or chemicals.  Then I read that if you sand the glaze off enough to make it porous, you can paint over it. I tried sanding the tile with aluminum oxide sandpaper, but my progress was extremely slow. After becoming impatient, I put a coat of acrylic paint over the sanded tile. I dried the coat with a hair dryer and did a scratch test to see if the paint would peel off. It did peel off, so I was back to square one.

After more hand-wringing, I decided to hit up CAS Hardware , a wonderful old-school, independent hardware store on Clark street. I first perused their aisles, whose organization eludes me. I usually don’t find what I need until one part of the couple who owns the store helps me. I finally gave in and asked if they had any carbon sandpaper. Earlier in the weekend, I had attended an opening at the Cornelia Arts Building, and an artist named Jason Messinger told me that I might be able to sand off glaze with this type of sandpaper. One of the owners of CAS suggested I try a type of wet/dry sandpaper called emery cloth.

Once I was home, I searched for videos of glass sanding. I saw that wet sanding was the preferred method of sanding glass. As I experimented with wet sanding my tile, I watched videos of people in an auto shop wet-sanding corroded auto body paint. The shiny sheen came off much more quickly with the emery cloth. I sanded and sanded until the tile’s surface had more of a matte sheen and even sounded different when I tapped my finger on it.

Next, I mixed up a combination of cerulean blue and vidrian green oil paint and laid some down on the tile. I then dipped a cloth into a jar of turpentine and “stained” the tile.  I have no idea if this will actually work. I will wait a couple days and see if the paint dries. Was reading this post like watching paint dry?

I need to get back into an art practice. Working with the tile is a good start in that direction, but I need to hone my drawing skills too. I also got a new idea for a possible market for my vinyl record paintings. Yesterday I read a home decor magazine and saw some artists’ work being promoted in it. I wonder if my work goes with the “Mod” aesthetic that was the theme of the magazine. I still need to find a way to present my record paintings. When they are just tacked through their spindle hole to a wall, they are too flat and blend into the wall. Perhaps there is a classy way to frame them. Anyone have any ideas or designs?

Oh, and I found a new coffee shop to patronize. At first I resisted going to The Coffee Studio because I found its mod decor pretty cold and yuppie-ish. I finally ventured in yesterday, and the place is actually pretty pleasant. Yes, a lot of the patrons do look fairly yuppified, but it’s not overwhelming.

I have an announcement to make: I’ve decided to adopt a vegan brownie.  It’s kind of like when in home-ec class you used to be assigned to adopt an egg or a bag of flower to help you understand the responsibilities of parenthood. It will be my responsibility to resist eating the brownie and prevent it from being thrown away or going stale. I must constantly keep it wrapped in Saran wrap, and an outer aluminum foil wrap. I’d like to buy it a giant stroller, and maybe in good weather I will peel away the tinfoil so it can get some fresh air. My vegan brownie will be a genius, that I’m sure of. It will be putting together sentences at 6 months of age, and I will be sure to let everyone know that. Peace out, art partiers. I have to go work out at my man-gym.

Welcome Germans!

Hey Y’all,

Today this blog is going to receive an influx of foreign visitors. My friend Cornelius, who is a high school teacher in Germany, has assigned his students to view my portfolio on this blog and make comments about it.  My assignment is to respond their comments. Corni teaches English, so the comments will be in English. I was having trouble finding an easy way to display a portfolio on this blog, but I think I came up with a satisfactory solution. I embedded a couple  slide shows of my work on the Portfolio page. I am glad Corni contacted me last week, because it made me put a portfolio together right in time for my show this Friday.  In the future I’d like to make a website for my portfolio, but I have not yet had the time to learn those skills. I am also very stubborn and refuse to use pre-made templates. I will learn teh html and teh css. I think I’m going to buy a dress to wear at the opening. I hope I’m in a shopping mood on Friday. Okay, it’s late and I have to go to bed. Be sure to give a warm welcome to the German visitors!

First Official Gallery Show: Woo!

Hiya, Partiers,

It’s been a while. Okay, it has been way too long. I recently received very good news: I was accepted to my first official gallery show. One of my painted records will be exhibited in the upcoming exhibition, “Materiality”, at ARC Gallery, from March 3 to 27.

Other than waiting (somewhat impatiently) to hear about my acceptance to Materiality, I have not been involved in too many arty activities. I am working rather slowly on another painted record. The theme of the record is colored lights. They are just abstract overlapping circles, not any sort of recognizable form. I’m interested in the way colored lights create new colors when they intersect, sort of like this:

I may have to fudge the colors that form when my painted lights overlap. I’m not sure acrylic paint will just make those colors by itself. I mean, it’s paint—not light—right?

I also have another project brewing in my head that involves some of the self-portraits I’ve taken. I want to project the photos in a very large format on a wall, and have some sort of spoken narrative that goes along with the photos. I’m wondering if these photos are too small to be projected on a large scale. They’re only 400 x 400 pixels or something like that.

I am super tired and drained. Should I have passed on watching latest episode of the Millionaire Matchmaker, featuring Shawna the badly behaved cougar? Maybe.

Malignant Self-Absorption at Starbucks

Hey there, Partiers,

I’m back with a rather serious topic: cruelty to animals and cruelty in general.

Today, while I was at Starbucks getting some work done, I saw a dog tied to a pole outside. It was cold and snowing, and I assumed that the owner was just tying the dog up while he went inside and got his coffee. Ten or twenty minutes passed, and the dog was still outside, waiting, and starting to shiver from the cold. I saw the owner come outside, give the dog a cursory petting, pull out a cigarette, and turn back to his two friends.  The thumped his tail and looked up expectantly at this owner, who was engrossed in a conversation with his friends. The dog shivered and one of the owner’s companions quickly warmed the dog up with her hands. The owner and his friends went back inside and huddled together, joking and giggling. Anxious and cold, the dog shifted around, moving as much as he could on his short leash. Another 20 minutes pass. “Someone needs to throw a towel on that dog. He looks so cold,” says a woman sitting at the table behind me. “I hope the owner isn’t here inside.”  ”He is,” I turned toward her and replied. “Someone should throw a towel on the owner,” offered the man across from her.

I squirmed nervously in my seat as I tried to imagine myself approaching the owner and telling him that his dog looked like it was freezing. I’m already a shy person, and I felt afraid of how my comment would be received by the owner and his friends. I know I shouldn’t care, but I did. The woman at the table behind me continued her conversation, but her gaze was fixed on the shivering dog outside. As I inched my way into a standing position, I stared at the owner and his laughing companions. He leaned against the milk and sugar station, and seemed to be sharing one hilarious and secret insight after another. Finally, he made his way toward the door and went outside to pet his dog. I stared more, as if staring hard enough would force him to untie his dog and take it home. After he went back under the eaves of the Starbucks building, perhaps for a final smoke, he walked casually over to his dog and untied it.  I felt some relief, but also anger at myself for not having the courage to confront him about how he was treating his dog.

This is just one small situation, but it touches on the larger issue of what to do when we witness cruelty or neglect. If you’re a person with a conscience and some degree of empathy, it hurts to see another being in pain. In a sense, another being’s pain can be our pain, and it can nudge us to act in a moral and responsible way. What gets in the way is when we are afraid of what others will think of us if we speak up, or are afraid of some sort of social isolation or ostracism, or a more serious penalty, if we dare to challenge a person or group who is acting unjustly.

What do you do when you witness cruelty, and injustice in general?  Does it matter if it is on an eyewitness, local, national, or international scale?

Snowy Wonderland: Live from Ventrella

Hey there, Folks,

I’m so buzzed from the two double-shot cappuccinos that I can barely type this sentence. I won’t let my caffeination stop me from speaking the honest and pure truth, though. It is an absolutely picturesque, snowy day outside. Chunky flakes are drifting through the air, and I’m sitting by the exposed brick wall, opposite two sap green walls draped with strings of tiny white lights. What a good day to be inside.

I’ve decided that every action I take has to be grounded in the intention to make the world a better place. Is that a realistic goal? Are other people benefitting from my consumption of mass quantities of caffeine and milk foam? One could argue that by purchasing the two cappuccinos, I am supporting a local, small business, which sustains the local economy.

I just met a cafe customer who works in what she referred to as the “dying” field of journalism. She says she expects a revolution in communication of news and information. Am I this revolution? Sorry, I think the caffeine is causing me to experience delusions of grandeur. In addition to having a completely pure and altruistic motive for every single thing I do, including any bathroom breaks, I also am the solution to every vexing social problem that exists. I challenge any reader to prove otherwise.

I notice that I’m scanning the furniture and people in the cafe, looking for inspiration. I like the fan that hangs below the skylight. It has fancy blades that swivel in opposite directions and remind me of a propeller of a small plane. Now the family that was sitting in front of the fire is leaving, which leaves just me and the cafe owner. Awkward! Someone please come in and make conversation so I don’t have to. Oops, I just poured water on my lap while trying to drink from my glass. Dude, I am soo buzzing. Man, I wish I could find someone to brag to about how totally jittery and scattered I am right now. Do people tell coffee stories? Or are those reserved for more mind-altering substances? Man, I’m really getting into this stream of consciousness thing. In order to restore balance to my life, I should probably leave this cafe at some point. Are there like, rules for how long one can stay at a cafe? Is there like an ideal purchase- to hours -stayed ratio? How do I gauge when I have over-stayed my welcome? Is there a way to take the “temperature” of the room?  Do you think I’m pretty?

It’s getting dark, which just brings home the necessity of my departure from the cafe. I will have to walk the one mile home, which I will gladly do, as I will emit no carbon dioxide and will have the opportunity to interact on a personal level with my neighbors. I invite you, readers, to make an exhaustive list of what you did today, and justify each action by explaining how it brings about positive change in the world.