In Process

This is something I just started but I love the first under-drawing, so I thought I would share a section of it. Its funny, I think I really like drawing presidents. The still life seems to be almost cursory at least in graphite if not in paint.

Abbondanza!

I'm in a group show in New York. If you are in the area, stop by the store on 5th avenue and go up to the second floor. It is a fabulous space and I love the curation! I'm arranging meetups for coffee in NY in October, so definitely call me folks! I miss you all!

Circa 1996

Yearbook portraits circa 1996. My family's scanner is an abomination. Will post more and clearer drawings when I get a better scanner!

Tart

Scratched Out Baby

So I was painting this self portrait.

Sometimes I wear my prop tiaras in the studio. I have a lonely dramatic streak. I like to play act. Sometimes dress up with the absurdist accoutrements of power makes for good self portraiture. But maybe it just makes me vain and silly, repetitive, derivative and naive. I'm not really sure what I'm doing here. Nor am I ever really sure where the doing leads. Not working from nature very much these days (oh imagination and appropriation how you do rule me), I sometimes feel a shock when I look at myself in the mirror. I like having to come to terms with what I think I know with paintings involving direct observation. It fills me with doubt, which is sometimes good for my painting. I scratch things out and hide things. But later I can look at them more clearly. This painting is one of those tiara portrait scratch-outs. Hording drawings and paintings feels better than not hording. There are more of these. I'm less ashamed of them days after I do them. They feel more like process works, getting from here to there. I think I will post more of them in the next few days, I have some from a few weeks before. A kind of autobiography of shame and failure, I almost prefer them to the usual unflinching perfectionism. There is a kind of busy workmanship to so much of the painting I do, that doesn't leave space for the prevailing weakness I so much enjoy in my craft. I like to nurture that weakness, and also my faulty eyes, my shaking hand, as these are the failures which make me most sensitive and kind. What kind of painting is necessary now? I don't really know if there is any kind of painting that is necessary. Certainly not the kind I make. Shoes and food are necessary. I certainly want to see more pleasure and pain commingled with a kind of abrasive Dada play. And surface. We need more surface aggression, pleasure, and play in the studio. No more easy commodities, but definitely more thinking, more observation, and more irreverence. I love the classics and I want them down. I need my play and calculation with brushes like I need a new administration in the White House or a fresh salad with chicken.

"That is why he never finished working... We never see ideas or freedom face to face." - Merleau-Ponty "Cezanne's Doubt" 1948

Niagara

Like Butter

Have you ever been to a butterfly conservatory? Its kind of like a zoo / aviary for free flying butterflies. Ah arcane tourist attractions that have astounding pull!

Montreal Photos

Fab Decor

Some snaps of the walls where we stayed. Helena, our innkeeper, was an amazing chef and knew how to find the excellent antiques in Niagra and Ontario.

What's on my travel easel?

I set up next to the American Falls on the Ontario side and had a 5 hour day working on a casual little underpainting. Here's my mini study of the icon.

Self as Thing

I've just started choking down my summer reading. Why oh why do I wait till August for nonfiction? But the first book, "The Tears of Things: Melancholy and Physical Objects" by Peter Schwenger suits me just fine. It seems a subtle treatise for someone like me who purports to paint still life, however bent...

Nitsrik.com Finally Updated and Up to Full Website Power!

Visit my web page, which my husband has kindly programmed simply and elegantly. I really appreciate it Jon! You are very good! I have paintings, CV, and a statement all coherently in one place. I will update this periodically with more work, as this will be my professional site. As you may or may not have already guessed, this is my messy thinking space here at chez FACOE. Love or hate my sloppy, solipsistic, and neurotic ramblings, at least I show up every now and then! Till sometime soon!

Painting in the Forest!!!

Yvonne, Clare, and I went to the woods in Waltham and painted. It was wonderful! There was a felled tree, pine needles everywhere, a whole bunch of people walking dogs, and a big PILE of tree limbs. I was enamored of the pile of tree limbs with stumps arrayed around it. I felt it implied narrative. I have been looking for a way to lay my characters and objects in a scene, this may be it. Plein air paintings as studies for far stranger compositions in studio? We will see. I will keep posting some of these breaks from the routine. Interestingly enough, my limited palette persists in odd form out of doors!

Self Portrait as a Young Pile

Cat Scans

I hope that sometimes my literalness is funny and not just grotesque or insipid. I strive to be humbly advancing guilt and fault with humor and repetition. Corporeality is but an offshoot of cartoon to me.
Also, I have very patient cats.