Everybody’s looking for studio space. Its become like a refrain with the artists I know.
“Hey, How ya doin?”
“I’m ok. I’m looking for a new studio. Know of anything?”
“No. I’m lookin for one, too.”
Every opening I go to, I hear the same thing over and over. And I’m one of them.
My roommate left town for 4 days last night. With nowhere else to paint since I fell out of the Crane Street spot, I’ve been painting in my bedroom. And that makes you feel like you’re living all over yourself. So when she left I moved out into the living room. Feels like the old days when this little LES crib was all mine and I did whatever I wanted all the time. I painted until 3 in the morning then woke up at nine and got right back to the brushes. What a feeling! You can’t do that when you have to get dressed, go out, get on a train, go up the stairs, turn the key, drop your bag, take off yer coat - cuz by the time you’ve done all that you just want to sit and stare. Here I wake from my dreamlife - the sizzling essence of my alternate reality still ripe fruit heavy on the bows of my morning - and without a debilitating series of decisions and processes I step to the easel and just play.

And some of my friends are doing the same thing. Here’s Nicole Laemmle (my best pal) working at home.


There are studio spaces I’m looking into and I know I’ll score something great because I’ve been putting a lot of intentional energy in that direction. But I’ve got half a mind to ask my friend and roommate to kindly pack her bags so I can get to work for real!
Here’s a few shots from the recent opening at Jonathan Shorr Gallery in Soho where I debuted a few pieces from my “Venus series”. I also did some live painting there in the gallery on found objects. I painted 3 pieces that night - valentines Day 2008 - one I kept, one I sold and one I gave away.



And here’s me driving my pumpkin around town. she’s my new girlfriend. She is not fat! She’s big boned.