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August 16, 2017

Metaphor

I can’t do much today. I live in the desert and have a major ant colony about 20 feet from my door. If that were the only one, I’d be chill, but it’s not. Agnes is small and blind and I’m a helicopter mom, so I look at swarms of ants with distrust. I’m also a buddhist, so technically I don’t kill things. Instead, I have a bag of organic insect stuff that I sprinkle around the exterior of the house. It smells like spearmint. The word “kill” is on the package. Even so, I’m not sure there will be a day when I’ll be able to camp outside under the stars. I notice when I try and keep them at bay, more ants rally around. It's freaky. 


I dug holes today. I started early. I’m not an archeologist by training, but the mounds on the other side of the fence have gotten the best of my curiosity. 
Green plastic beads
Rusty tools
Roofing material
Bricks
Astroturf remnants
A small plastic stake identifying a plant 
Golf ball


The previous owners used the back of the property as a dumping ground for downed trees and limbs. I’m working on rehabilitating it. It will take some time, but some of the debris has turned to mulch and maybe I can plant things. 

June 29, 2017

The Desert is Inconvenient.


Day 32. Welcome to the Wild West.

I've lost track of how many miles I'm putting on my car per week, and I work from home. To be fair, for the last few weeks I was traveling from Point A to Point B two to three times a day, with side trips to Home Depo where I keep returning stuff: (crawlspace vents- yes, I measured, and no, they don't stock my size; light bulbs that are too garish for desert nights, and some thing I would have eventually smashed with a hammer trying to open had I kept it.) A trip to the local grocery store requires strategic planning, and a trip "down the hill" to Trader Joe's entails emergency supplies and an itinerary. There's a battalion of ants colonizing my land and I've already had a close encounter with a baby scorpion [See above about crawlspace vent.]

I could go on, but here's the thing— inconvenience is a wonderful teacher and I couldn't be happier.


June 11, 2017

What goes around comes around


The house needs a few repairs and we're still negotiating the details. Today I learned the current owner would like to leave all the furniture and the contents of the house. I'm simpatico. I did the same more or less two weeks ago. This move has been loaded with symmetry and synchronicity.

I'm still in awe of the landscape. The physical contrast is, of course, striking and when I look at old (two weeks old, to be exact) photos of my former house, the emotional distance is equally stunning and poignant. Like looking at an open casket. I can't really stare too long.


June 05, 2017

Joshua Tree.


Agnes and I finally made it to the high desert. We're crossing our fingers and toes that we'll soon be moving into a little home on five acres in Joshua Tree with a backyard view of the Little San Bernadino Mountains and just enough, but not too much, city lights in the distance to remember we're connected to humanity.

July 24, 2016

Dear New York. I love you.

Originally written... oh, about a month ago.

For those of us keeping score on my productivity the last two weeks in New York, here's a cheat sheet:

I finished up the edits on some videos, which are for the most part under wraps, but you can see an excerpt from one of them here.

I contributed a review of Charles Goldman's work to Two Coats of Paint and will try to sneak in a post highlighting some of my gallery hopping below.

My itenerary, in no particular order:

Life on Mars
Momenta
NURTUREart
Honey Ramka
Microscope Gallery
Transmitter
TSA New York
Underdonk
Songs for Presidents
Anton Kern Gallery
David Zwirner
Michael Rosenfeld Gallery (Group show with Fairfield Porter)
White Columns
The High Line
MoMA
The New Museum
Brooklyn Academy of Music. (The Lobster)
Studio vist with Margaret Murphy
Studio visit with Sharon Butler
Breakfast with Terri Dilling and her husband, who happened to be in town.
A studio visit and lovely and ongoing conversation about art, politics, race, gender, the city, the suburbs, life, etc with Gwendolyn Skaggs
Zazen with Zen Center of New York City
Migraine
Jazz in Union Square Park
Coin laundry and pizza
A few iced coffees outside Hana Natural Foods.
The Post Office, Wyckoff Station
The G, L, M, 2, 3, F, and Path.
Dogs, cats, and birds.
Binged watched a few episodes of Orange is the New Black.
Caught two amazing sunsets.
Vegan cookies. (note to self: begin running again)
Scored some free books on the landing, and a magic blanket at a thrift store.
Two dozen hardboiled eggs and egg salad.


May 30, 2016

Review(s) update

The Repair Project (And Other Affairs of Just Plain Living) at Seed Space received a lovely and generous review on Burnaway, by Erica Ciccarone, who also writes for NYCNash.

And a  equally lovely spread in the Tennessean written by Sara Estes.
(Note, the amazing 1/3 page photo submitted was taken by moi. Amazing, of course, because I was also in the photo. This is one of my highly developed skill sets of late, of which only a handful of people have a clue what that means.)

There will be two more mending sessions, including a closing reception on the June 4th. Check the gallery website or their social media feeds for details.

More news of the cryptic sort to follow.


May 25, 2016

More leaning in.

Thank God they dug out that hedge pictured in the background. I miss this woman. 

Leaning in.

Your editor, leaning in


And while I've got you attention, I'll direct you to a essay in which the term "faux feminism" is used by bell hooks at the Feminist Wire. 

May 18, 2016

No fear.

For the record, I'm not into irony this week, even though Life would like me to think different. I'm sending a request for good thoughts out to the universe in hopes it's double coupon day.

May 12, 2016

And this. Soft Launch. We're still in beta. Hello Smack Handy!



It's been a productive month or two. As an artist, it always seems like it's considered taboo to talk about things such as work, as in earning money for hire, but I for one, like the idea of combining work and pleasure; art and life; money and food. 

This past April marked the one year anniversary of my secret or not so secret investment into refreshing some tech skills, upgrading my equipment, and putting together a modest edit suite. I still have a few more items on my wish list, and thanks to planned obsolescence, I'll always be learning something new, but after returning from the residency (oh snap, I did mention the residency again) I felt the time was right to roll out the new site. 

Running a business is not easy. Running two businesses is twice as not easy, but I can't think of anything I'd rather do than work in the studio figuring out this soup called life and and work on films and video helping others doing the same. Take a look if you'd like and if you need an editor or have a story to tell, let me know. 

And if you're wondering where the name, Smack Handy came from, you'll have to visit the site and look for the clues.*