Thursday, November 20, 2008

Inspiration- Good Day L.A.

I make no secrets about artists I like, I practically drag a soap box around with me to shout at people about it, at least in my head. In this blog I plan to periodically drag out and show art I have collected and treasure, and I hope you enjoy the ride.

One of my first major acquisitions on Etsy was from a then relatively unknown creator called the Mincing Mockingbird- the brilliant brainchild of California artist Matt Adrian. Now he much admired for his caustic, sarcastic, and at times very poignant bird paintings, but I feel myself to be very lucky to be the proud owner of an original disaster painting called "Good Day L.A./Apocolypse Begins Near The 405".

I have no idea why I love this painting so much. The subect itself is pretty horrible in fact, but the painting only hints at it. The brilliant blue sky, the linear geometry and the unexplained collumn of white and gray smoke. Only after the initial view do you realize there is a car in the air to the very left of the canvas. THERE IS A CAR IN THE AIR.

I think part of the appeal is the honestly of it, to me, that's how disaster really hits you, in the absurd details that don't make sense right away. Stuff off to the side your eyes see but your brain doesn't believe. Fire and smoke we understand, projectile autos, not so much.

In any case, this painting has hung in my studio a couple years now. I see it every day, and once in awhile I find myself staring off into space and look at it and think THERE IS A CAR IN THE AIR. I love to have art that constantly says something to me, and I am thrilled that the artist has had such great success with his work.

Please do check out his shop ( ) and buy his original work while you can still afford it.

Friday, November 14, 2008

A strange lack of rabbits

I had a customer who bought my art comment once that I must have lots of white rabbits and spend all day watching them to be able to paint them with so much life and character.

Well, in truth, I don't have any rabbits. I did have one a long time ago, and he wasn't even white, he was brown. Don't get me wrong, I would love a yard full of them, but unfortunately, so would my dogs and cats, and not in the way that would be nice for the rabbits.

cuz face
Two of my crazy dogs.

A lot of my inspiration is other people's rabbits, but as I paint all out of my head even I am never sure where these bunnies come from. Or why they are hugging birds, stealing horse carts, flying to the moon or hanging out with the odd android or Grizzly bear.

It may sounds cliche but I *do* sometimes wake up first thing in the morning and go- "Oh! A little white rabbit eating supper with a mouse and drinking carrot wine!"- then go paint it. The stories behind the painting comes during the painting process or after the painting is finished. Of course the mouse and the rabbit are old friends, and they have dinner together all the time because they are lonely and don't get along with other mice and rabbits. It makes perfect sense.

Monday, November 10, 2008

City Trees and Bunnies Holding Birds

SO, had a fabulous time at the opening of City Trees Furniture and Gallery (4616 14th Ave NW, Seattle, WA), thank you everyone who made it out! I have a whole room of paintings and sculptures for those who missed it, the gallery is open Thursday through Saturday 10 am-6 pm and Sundays noon to 6 pm.

Although everyone complimented me on the paintings and sculpture, it seemed that I got even more attention for the new pendant I was wearing. This piece is an extension of my latest obsession for rabbits holding things (birds, mice, other rabbits...) translated into a fun silhouette pendant. The bird in this case is completely cut out, making use of negative space.

Not sure where the bunny and bird thing is going, but it's fun to see the relationship develop between the two. Here is the painting I finished today, which also incorporates my *other* new obsession, fog and trees. I guess all my art is a little obsessive come to think about it, it's always a journey of some sort, I am never sure where I am going to end up.

good night bird