å la Mr. LeWitt. (feel free to join in)

Dear self-

Do. Get off ass, stop looking at other people’s blogs/art/etc, stop thinking, stop fact gathering, list making, idea sorting, there’s already too much in your brain. Stop picking your zits, planning trips, sorting closet, making budgets. Clean later. Dishes in the sink won’t kill you. The pantry will still be there to organize in an hour or two and if you’re sitting at your desk working, your money won’t go anywhere. Your work waited politely while you answered emails, and now emails can show the same courtesy to your work. Quit your moping, hoping, scheming, dreaming, feet dragging, doubting, shouting, inbox refreshing, facebook cheching and

Mental Floss


As promised, a big ol whopping, slow-loading image heavy post. What am I thinking about right now? this stuff:


Giorgio Morandi

Giorgio Morandi



Agnes Martin

Carl Andre's Spill


Hanne Darboven. New find. lovelovelove. Read more about her processes and see why I swoon.

Toba Khedori. This painting is probably bigger than my apartment.

Tara Donovan. Those are styrofoam cups. styrofoam. cups.

Chiharu Shiota.

The following artists were found over at the SF based artblog My Love for You is a Stampede of Horses. The site itself is pretty great, regularly updated, lots of pretty things, plus a neat feature that goes inside studio spaces (satisfying my love of art AND snooping in other people’s cabinets in one go).


latex paint. Mary Temple I love you.

Jamie Knight. Pleaseplease check out her paper sculptures too.


Also, this, this and this (all of which are not ‘art’ per se, but beautiful things on my mind nonetheless)

And finally, a well needed re-discovery; Sol LeWitt’s sage advice to my hero Eva Hessa

Adíos internet, see you in a week.


Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itchin, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rumbling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO!



things seen and not heard.

New stuff!

Just finished a few illustrations for a story in Miami University’s literary magazine, Things Heard and Not Seen by Eileen Bordy (gig thanks to my friend Kasey). Unpaid, but a nice bit of exposure and validation. The story itself is full of some great grotesque descriptions, and anxiety.

Work over at Sean’s is on a bit of hiatus, as Sean and Katie spend a few weeks at MassMOCA installing ‘Ruse’. (you can read about it, as well as see some installation photos over on MassMOCA’s blog here). Unfortunately, due to the complications of work,adulthood, rent-paying and an impending family vacation (which I am quite looking forward to) I was unable to go. Qué será. You can’t stay away forever Mr. LeWitt.

Speaking of impending vacation, been trying to get as much done before leaving, putting together some proposals, taking a page from my man Morandi, and working on a monster-image-heavy post to make up for two solid text blocks of self-serving whinging.

turnip study, watercolor.