I'm too sad to play dodgeball today*

*Lisa Simpson reference

I'm a little glum this morning. I'll snap out of it. It's fall in LA. I was hoping that I could have been sitting by a fire, but that would mean that my fireplace was fixed. I don't see that happening this year. According to the weather, fall in LA means upper 80's today. I had to stop writing this and take Fang for a walk. The sun came out and it's supposed to be 87 degrees today. Perhaps I am premature on pining for a working fireplace.

My priority mail package of studio cast-offs arrived from Mr. LaRose this weekend. I, in turn, have stuffed a Priority Mail envelope full of my own cast-offs, which I hope is as entertaining as the one I received. I will take that to the post office today. I did not make it to openings this past weekend. I had good intentions, always, the good intentions.

I'm working on another application, which means another artist statement. For this one, I'm digging a little further back in my history and finding that I really haven't strayed too much from any of my ideas over the course of the last 15 years. Oddly enough the pool painting hearkens back to some video footage I shot while in grad school. I shouldn't say, "oddly." It's just that the pool footage was only a small portion of the material I shot for a video I made with my mom.

I'm not interested in abandoning abstract painting, but I am interested in the recent painting I just did. The R word confuses me, as does the painting process of working from an image. It feels like cheating. However, because of the subject matter, I now want to crack open some old videos, which were mastered on Hi-8 and Digi Betacam and I have no way of looking at them without renting equipment. Gawd, I love technology. And to think they did away with slides, which required only one outdated piece of equipment to actually view an image.