The last few pages of my Sketch Book Project before shipping it back to the Brooklyn Art Libaray! Here’s some of my favorites thus far.
That all but one of these mini paintings are now apartment buildings that went up in less than a three months. While I was working on this one I started thinking about the old guy that use to bus tables at Griffs. When I go there for lunch in high school, or light rail over between classes in college, even when I grabbed a giant double combo after work on Mississippi, he was always there. I truly hope he’s doing alright.
new ideas in the works.
Update on this new painting I’m working on.
Update on the piece I’m working on for my August exhibition.
Under drawing for my first painting of 2018 - five hours deep mixing Denver from my childhood with the real celebrities.
it’s a challenge to imply movement on such a small picture plane.
In the slim chance I actually get juried into the Cherry Creek Arts Featival I thought I would do a ton of small paintings. Here’s the first batch of 3 in x 3 in lucky rabbits feet. Still need to paint batches of burning matches, ocular prosthetics, and fireworks.
Or in this case, it’s painting the tattoos on the sleeve I would have gotten if I didn’t spend all my disposable income on arting.
Just playing around with some ideas on small 5 in x 7 in canvas panals while I take a couple days off from working on the huge self portrait. Pretty happy with how the glow spray paint works though.
Been working on this painting forever. Oh wait I have. Still need to paint the rest of the tattoos and do a ton of glazes, then to finish it off with body hair. But first I might take time off for the holidays.
Self Portrait as a Famous Artist
I Wanna Tote Guns and Shoot Dice.
I’ve spent more time on researching historic photos, and pouring over microfilm, than I have and actually painting. Juxtaposing Denver from my childhood with contemporary or historic images is eating up a ton of time. Hopefully the 43 percent of Colorado natives will appreciate the time and effort I’m putting into my 2018 exhibition. Here’s a few preliminary sketches but stay tuned for more weirdness and lost places of Colorado history.
Gonna be painting fire all day but here’s the progress so far on this 36 in x 48 in piece I’ve been working on.
36 in x 48 in painting in progress of on old Rocky Mountain News paper box but burning!
I had the honor of being selected to be part of a juried show out in Fort Worth, Texas. The theme was “Courage” and was part of a fundraiser for the Choose Courage Foundation that helps victims of domestic violence. So here’s the pic of my painting during the opening reception.
Need to straighten out the angle of the door but here’s the general layout of an old Rocky Mountain News paperbox I’m working on for my 2018 show with Core New Art Space.
In a couple hours with a handsaw, wood glue, and screws, or painting storage is the bane of my existence.
I guess the upside to rolling with the old school local art sect is - I’m not the only one that feels an open contempt by the city towards Denver artists. You wanna throw meaningless graffiti characters on every building, and bring cookie cutter public art to our parks? Go right ahead. But at least deal with the open air drug deals, and drunks that trash our open spaces. Support the galleries, studios and individuals, that made those questionable neighborhoods desirable for transplants. I know you have the tax revenue since everyone and their cousin moves here. Stop putting artist that don’t have roots here on a pedestal for the public to fawn over. It’s super disheartening to watch co-op after co-op fold and struggle to find affordable new space. So that’s what my next and most likely final exhibition with Core New Art Space is all about. Denver left its biggest champions behind for a new facade, the ones that saw beauty in the city before it got to big for its britches. You want to put us on a website about arts and venues to attracted money and tourists but never actually visit the exhibition, never write us up in the news or share our posts. Time to find a place that actually values the time it takes to create something of meaning.
~For anyone that actually reads this sorry for the rant.
Denver... I miss how you use to be. Before you had a facelift and went back to college. Your flaws were what made you interesting. I was always there for you - having dinner with your Italian grandma on the north side, before your little sister Aurora turned trashy (she was always a little bit out there,) your uncle Boulder was so opinionated! Back before the area codes, when Colfax stretched from Israel to Mexico. But times change Denver and we all have to grow up. We’ll always have the memories of old men smoking cigarettes over coffee at Dutchboy Donuts, and the Barnes Dance downtown. Birthday picnics at Elitch Gardens and Celebrity or even setting off Roman candles in Globeville when the Broncos won back to back superbowls.