June 1, 2013

The Beginning and the End

Today is June 1st, a day I've been anticipating for some time now. Today is the last opening reception at my art gallery, which simultaneously starts the countdown until we close at the end of the month.

It also marks the unofficial beginning of summer vacation, which technically starts at the end of my daughter's school year.

Finally, this week my house officially went on the market, and that's number three in beginnings and endings for me.

I know I have a lot of work ahead of me, but I couldn't be happier!

I've spackled and painted the gallery walls for the last time. I've gotten my press clippings saved and photocopied, sent all my emails and facebook messages, paid the last utility bills and put out my absolute last roll of toilet paper and paper towels. The lawn is mowed and the last pot of pretty flowers awaits our visitors.

I'm so ready!

For the final exhibition three awesome artists are each having solo shows in the three gallery spaces we have. Of course one of the artists is me! but what I've just noticed as I'm writing this is that my largest painting is really working well with this whole theme today. The painting is called Baby and depicts a large roughly textured head on it's side with another very sparse head rising out of it. Truly I can't remember what my thoughts were as I painted this image, but it now appears quite timely for a day like today which marks the beginning and the end.

May 26, 2013

Cultural Tidbits

A tid bit is

1. a small piece of tasty food or
  1. A small and particularly interesting item of gossip or information.

Running an art gallery is a funny funny public exchange. I wish I wrote down every stupid thing that people have asked me over the years. Why do people insist on asking me "is this all your work"?
I mean first of all why would you assume that the girl behind the counter is the owner of the store.
But besides that, it's like, have you looked around? Do you really think my work could look like 12 different people at the same time? Yes, I work in 14 different mediums, sizes and genres. Some days I'm even much more talented than other days. I love landscapes and portraits but I also do abstract work, conceptual work, sculpture, collage, watercolor, etchings and paintings, and on the side I'm obsessed with lighthouses and old buildings.

That's just in the gallery. We also have a gift shop filled with retail merchandise from literally all over the world. They also ask me if "I do all this" too...

Here are some fun questions I've heard:
What is this place?
What do you do here?
So how does this place work?
Can you tell me if these are worth anything?
You're having a re-opening? A grand opening?
So you just sell prints here?
Do you do framing?

My all time favorite from my first gallery in 1999:
Does your father own the building?
I guess he was confused that a 25 yr. old girl wasn't home trying to have babies or something.

Boy, it's been a pip! It's sad that there are seemingly normal looking middle class people walking around this country who don't know what an art gallery is, an exhibition, an opening reception or an artist.

Here are a few tid bits: An artist does not do a little bit of everything under the sun and cannot draw you a picture of every possible thought in your head off the top of their head. An art gallery doesn't necessarily do framing or appraisals. A print is a copy, not an original. An opening reception often takes place at the start of a new exhibition, and an exhibition is when artists present their artwork to the public. We don't work for free and we don't all necessarily keep a collection of old nail clippings or shredded tissues under the bed, although some of us might! The original meaning of the word gallery is a room with a view where an audience sits at a performance. Examples would be the upper balcony of an opera house and an exhibition hall at a museum. We all know what a museum is right??

'A gallery which sells artwork is still a room with a view, since its selling activity is based on exhibitions rather than simple store display. Such galleries generally specialize in innovative works of art by contemporary artists, antiquities, or even wearable art. Galleries attract collectors who are interested in buying unique or unusual aesthetic objects, rather than buyers of mass-produced functional objects.' 

In this case, we do a little bit of both but more importantly maybe I should've mass produced that flyer when I opened my second art gallery..

Keep up the good work America.  Who needs cultural knowledge anyway.

May 15, 2013

Help us find a place to live

I just heard the grass grow!

While weeding this morning I could hear the crackling of the old grass as
the new greens were popping through. Amazing.

In a long long list of pros and cons about moving to the city or the country, this is definitely on the country pro list. How could I possibly forfeit moments like this for a city apartment?

Or the fresh lemon thyme I picked from the garden...
one of my favorite things in life!

But then again, a work space in Brooklyn surrounded by other artists...also tops.
Of course the studios I can't even afford look like giant rat's nests with ceilings...

aaaand that would be on the con list.

The list, which is getting longer and longer by the day.

What about moving to a place with public transportation that I don't have to drive to...

There's also a few other tidbits like affordability, schools for my daughter, jobs for my husband, culture, music, art, friends, family, good living, good pizza, good Chinese food, etc. etc. etc.

Does a place exist that has it all????
Beacon or Brooklyn? Carmel or NYC?
An acre of land or 800 square feet?

Help us find a place to live!

May 2, 2013


While painting the kitchen last week with my husband, every time he got wall paint on the ceiling or ceiling paint on the fixtures he'd say, Oh I messed up, I got cocky. It was the running joke of the day. I kept saying things like nobody likes cocky, and clean up your own mess!

Facebook seems to be a breeding ground for these kind of catch-all phrases. People are always posting sayings like "Find your peace", "Make your bliss", etc. etc. Recently I even came across a list of 42 "life is too short" lessons by a 90 year old lady from Cleveland.

If I were to make my own list, it would be simple, three words. 

If you think about it, it really covers a lot of ground. Don't be cocky like my husband painting the kitchen, meaning, focus on what you're doing and don't get ahead of yourself. It encompasses things like patience, endurance, and a couple other morale boosters I can think of. It mostly involves staying humble and not getting too big for your britches. The thesaurus lists cool words like swollen-headed and hotdogger. Apparently my computer never even heard of that one 'cause it thinks I'm spelling it wrong. 

When I think of the missteps I've taken along the way, I imagine those three words would've come in handy. Although hubristic sounds a lot more interesting, modesty and discretion go a lot further. 

After all, nobody likes cocky.

Less cocky, less mess to clean up...

April 28, 2013

Diorama Dilemmas

Some works in progress. This is what happens when I can't get to my paints. . .

Mixed materials are cardboard, paper, plastic, styrofoam, paint, glitter and hot glue.

April 12, 2013


It's a confusing world out there. I'm discovering that the more people I communicate with, the more chance there is for miscommunication.

It's the ultimate dilemma between being stuck in the isolation of an art studio and occasionally coming out to mingle with the world.

Owning an art gallery kind of brings that all to the forefront. Not like I didn't already know that. Granted it's a risk, this type of publicity, but simply put, I need the company. Life in a small town will do that to you. Although there is considerable value in my particular community service, contrary to other types of noble and necessary community functions, I consider my art enterprise a little more than a selfish ploy for cultural comradery. Connectivity is quite warming.

Which brings me back to the burning of bridges.

These miscommunications have led me astray. I'm constantly wondering is it me, or is it everyone around me.

Tomorrow is my birthday and I hereby declare: non-reciprocal relationships I will no longer accept.

Sufficient to say, if you'd like my services I'll be in the studio... as soon as I close the gallery...

April 8, 2013

Frizzy fly-aways!

I've been on something of a vacation from the Art House for over a week. I told my daughter yesterday on our way out how good it felt to be able to leave at 2:00, to come and go as I please, but how it won't feel so good when I can't go back at all after I close. I will miss it. I like having it there waiting around for me.

Perhaps I'll miss it the way I miss sugar in my coffee, or the way I miss martinis before dinner. Maybe I'll miss it the way I'd miss T.V. if I didn't have one. They're all nice to have but not really necessary. They're all bad habits that make you unhealthy in one way or another...

Running a public art space is like that for me, more of a vice and a guilty pleasure than it should be. Although it adds to my life in many ways, I end up spending all my time trying to make it work which ultimately takes me away from my true intention which is to paint and make art.

INTENTION is such a strong and important word. Something that should be kept at the top of every list under every category. Without it we flail about undecidedly, confusing everyone around including ourselves. Even so, I have to admit, sometimes even the most purposed intentions lead you in unexpected directions...

...art wrestling

I wish I were a better writer and could actually control this pen in my hand. My writing is more of a purge at misgiven times. Unannounced recordings that occur the moment before they combust in my brain. I wish I could learn to corral them more successfully, I mean more intentionally. It's the same way I go into the studio with all these intentions and come out with something completely different all the time.

Reminds me of the conversation I was having the other day with Jocelyn, my good friend who also cuts my hair. When you have this curly hair that I have you don't really have control over the thing, you're just sort of in charge of it. It will ultimately have it's way no matter what. Sounds like my writing. Sounds like my artwork these days too. In fact sounds like pretty much everything these days.

Maybe all art is that way, coming and going and flailing around as it pleases. We're just the officers in charge for the day trying to corral those frizzy fly-aways!