Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Happy Holidays / Is It Over Yet?

Lee Friedlander, West Texas, 1997

Lee Friedlander, West Texas, 1997


Yo yo yo.  Long time no blog.  

How are you faring during the madness of the holiday season?  It seems extra nutty to me this year, but maybe that is because work has been so crazy busy.  Good sales are a plus, and then again they are a minus.  Wealthy art buyers are demanding and impatient, and boy am I tired after dealing with a few months of full throttle activity.  But, better (whoops, at first I typed "butter" -- all I can think about is food lately!) to have tons of sales than lackluster sales.  

A co-worker and I were bitching and moaning about our clientele -- how the majority of them seem to be so impatient, so impractical, so difficult, so demanding.  I have often thought it would be nice if our clients and I could have a Trading Places experience, giving me a chance to flit about and buy frivolous things for hundreds of thousands of dollars, and giving them a chance to suffer and serve one-percenters and see what THAT is like.

Then again, we are all crystal clear on our own perspective, and sometimes we don't take time to consider the perspectives of others.   

Friday night after work I went out to look for a gift for my boss at the Jonathan Adler store, then my next stop was a Goodwill in Hollywood (talk about two totally different scenes!!!).  I was on the prowl for 100% wool sweaters for a holiday project -- my family and I decided to try and make all of our holiday gifts this year, or buy them at thrift stores/yard sales, or give white elephant gifts.  LORD I was so excited/nervous at the idea of making gifts this year and it has been fun, but holy hell I have spent a fortune and a huge amount of time trying to create decent gifts that could probably be imported from Bangladesh at fifty cents a pop.  

The Goodwill that I went to is in a pretty grubby area, right next to a Dollar store.  When I pulled into the parking lot I wasn't sure I wanted to get out of my car.  It was quite a scene on a Friday night.  Homeless and downtrodden people were out and about, shopping for necessities, or for gifts.  I went through many racks of clothing looking for what I "needed". A homeless-looking many kept following me around the store, and dancing around me.  I did my best to ignore him as I pawed through the offerings.  After finding about 10 sweaters, I made my way to the front counter to make my purchase.  But I start feeling bad.  Did somebody NEED these $5 sweaters that I was buying for fun?  As the sales girl -- wearing blue latex gloves -- inspected my sweaters, she rang up the tally.  Forty bucks or so -- more than I really wanted to spend.  I pulled out my wallet and tried to hide that I had $200 cash stuffed in my low-end designer wallet and my clearance rack B-level designer handbag, and add to that my gleaming iPhone 5S blaring up at me. I am pretty sure the sales girl took it all in, but she was nice.  She wasn't mean.  She asked me why I was buying so many sweaters, and she asked me if it was okay that some of them had holes in them.  I told her it was fine, and I gave a half-assed explanation that I needed the sweaters for a project.  She smiled.  She didn't lecture me or roll her eyes at me or wag her finger at me, and she wished me well with my project.  She asked if I wanted to donate to some organization or other, and I said sure and gave her another $5.  She and her supervisor exchanged a look and I went on my way -- scuttling to get into my car and lock the doors before someone approached me for a handout or tried to jump me. The whole experience gave me a bit of pause.  Ugh.  I am not wealthy, but all things are relative, and that night I felt a bit of shame for having more than others.  

So.....I guess I could stand to be more UNDERSTANDING of others, whether they have a ton of money, or almost none.  One of the many things I need to work on in the new year. 

Anyway, sorry if this sounds preachy.  Hope you have a happy holiday.  Hugs, drugs, jugs, thugs...or whatever you want. :)  


Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Turkey Talk

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Happy Thanksgiving!  Hope you have a nice holiday weekend!




Friday, November 7, 2014

Aaron Morse


Have you ever seen a painting by Aaron Morse? The more I see them, the more I want to just dive into them. Featuring carefully detailed imagery and vivid, enticing color, they are quite a treat for the eyes.

If you happen to be in the Los Angeles area, you can see many Aaron Morse paintings in person through November 8, 2014 at Acme Gallery


Aaron Morse, The Sea #2, 2007, watercolor on paper


Aaron Morse, Cloud World #2, 2014, acrylic and oil on canvas


Aaron Morse, Waves, 2011, acrylic and oil on canvas


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Aaron Morse, Philosophical Creatures, 2011, watercolor on paper


Aaron Morse, The Beach, 2004, acrylic on canvas


Aaron Morse, Cloud World, 2014, watercolor on paper


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Aaron Morse, Space Coast, acrylic, oil and spray paint on linen


Aaron Morse, Timeline (Humanity), 2010-2011, acrylic and collage on canvas


Aaron Morse, The Mountain That Was God, 2008


Aaron Morse, Stampede, 2009, acrylic and oil on vinyl canvas


Aaron Morse, Early America Firearms, 2002:2014, acrylic and oil on canvas


Aaron Morse, Hidden Canyon, 2011, watercolor on paper


Aaron Morse, Maritime, 2011, acrylic on canvas


Aaron Morse, Philisophical Creatures, 2014, acrylic and oil on canvas


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Aaron Morse, Christ Entering Coachella (#1) detail


About the artist...

Visually complex and frequently composed of sequential images, Aaron Morse's works require lengthy consideration. Often featuring epic subjects, such as oceanic exploration, buffalo hunts, or mountain treks, narratives slowly unfold as details are revealed from scene to scene. Morse uses a variety of media, often combining acrylic, watercolor, and oil paint in one work. Due to these substances chemical incompatibility, the resulting image contains subtleties and imperfections which add to the aesthetic appeal.

His solo exhibitions include ACME, Los Angeles, Guild and Greyshkul, New York, and the Hammer Museum of Art, Los Angeles. He has also participated in several group exhibitions include MATRIX 213: Some Forgotten Place, Berkeley Art Museum; Women Beware Women, Deitch Projects, New York; and The Old, Weird America, Contemporary Art Museum, Houston.

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Thursday, November 6, 2014

Day of the Dead at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery

Last weekend was one of my favorite events ever -- Dia de los Muertos at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.

I already posted several of these shots on Instagram (and stupid fucking Fecesbook -- pretty sure I will be deleting THAT account soon -- I am instantly enraged and irritated every single time I log in to it), but the narcissist in me wants to see them posted a bit bigger here.  So this post goes out to me.  HA! 


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Random blathering about the event...I had to go this year by myself (GRUMBLE GRUMBLE) since a certain someone flaked on me. Meh. So that kind of set the tone -- I was a little bummed. Then my jackass phone started acting up. The one day of the year (SLIGHT exaggeration) that I look forward to taking my favorite pictures is when my phone acts up, telling me I am over capacity (or whatever), that I need to delete apps, blah blah blah. ANNOYING. So I basically missed out on 14 million great shots, but such is life.

The nice thing about this event is that those people that go to the trouble of dressing up EXPECT to be photographed, so you don't really HAVE to ask permission, and you don't feel like you are subjecting yourself to a possible beat down every time you snap a pic.  Overall people were very friendly and accommodating when I asked if I could take a pic -- a please, and a smile, and they pretty much stood still and let me do what I wanted to (lol, within reason). How often does THAT happen?! Nice!

Sadly I don't have any wild stories to report. Nothing. Bupkis. But it was fun and visually stimulating, and what more can you ask for. :)