Anywhere But Here up at ShoeboxLA

1968. It Was a Beautiful Cake. No Moths, 2014

A couple of years ago, I carted a suitcase full of small paintings back to LA for a huge all-painting  group show/event I had been invited to be in. Being on the fence about where I was actually living, I was maintaining the cover that I was still an LA artist. I didn't quite feel like a move across country for reasons other than art made me a "Nashville artist" anymore than living 2 months in Holland made me a Rotterdam artist. Long story short, as the result of that work and my comrades in the City of Angels, I was recently invited to take part in a project on spot relevant to my current work.

My contribution to the ShoeboxLA's curatorial project went live on Friday.
For the full post including the essay and image, please visit,  Anywhere But Here. 

Many thanks, ShoeboxLA!

Ok, so I'm also a documentarian, remember. #fauvorealist

Fauvorealism and some Dogen

In the middle of a brushstroke, I thought that maybe secretly I was a photorealist trapped in a... and bam,  #fauvorealist.  I googled it because it seemed too easy, but no, the oracle came up empty. Even stranger was while I was googling and trying to post to the world in a dead zone in my studio, my friend, Cole, was simultaneously commenting on the very painting that inspired my sudden insight on Facebook. 

And now for some lunchtime Dogen:

Don't cling to your own understanding. Even if you do understand something, you should ask yourself if there might be something you have not fully resolved, or if there may be some high meaning, yet.

Although a suspicious mind is bad, still it is wrong to cling to what you shouldn't believe in, or fail to ask about a truth you should see.