i just shipped out the new work with cinders to take
to the aqua art fair in miami. i am as conflicted as anyone
about the nature of this purported buying frenzy, but also
excited about the possibility of such a large audience.
i’m having some trouble figuring out how to post
to the gallery section of this site, so all new stuff
goes to the blog! thanks for watching.

new soap carvings featuring Ch-Ch-Charlotte

new ink and shellac paintings on plaster. these were
scanned before the last 5 or 6 layers of shellac, so they
got much deeper.

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cinders is taking a bunch of new work to miami for the aqua art fair
in early december. they’ll be showing a new round of these
drawings on plaster (the rest of which i’ll be posting this week)

as well as some new soap carvings and some works on paper.
they’ve got big plans for an unauthorized renovation of their
exhibit area/hotel room, so if you’re anywhere near south florida,
you should most definitely venture over to aqua…

and also that weekend (december 8th) i have 2 videos in a show
that is opening at a museum in equador. (the fact that i cannot
remember the name of the exhibit, nor the museum which houses
the exhibit, nor the city which houses the museum should not
be taken as any indication of my lack of enthusiasm about my
second ever international show.) check back for actual, factual
information.

and coming up in january is a group show in cincinatti curated
by, among others, the amazing vitality known as ryan mulligan.
the show is called “coping strategies,” and, according to the
curator’s blog, “The idea is that these artists have either made
us cry upon seeing the work, or they are using art as a
strategy of coping with some heavy stuff in their life.”

a bunch of us went to the too-funky-to-be-stuffy national
arts club the other night for what, to me, sounded like an
all star entertainment line up, at least on paper. for starters,
the host was a magician, to be assisted by a puppeteer.
the performers were the world champion card castle stacker,
and a japanese master candy sculptor. (really – how could you
go wrong?)
the candy sculptor capped off the evening, and so much about
him was amazing. he was wearing a samurai kimono-type
garment, but with a cell-phone holder clipped to the wide
fabric belt. he worked from this beautifully jury-rigged cart,
which contained the candles for heating the candy, the glutin-y
base, sticks for armature/handles and newspaper for origami
distraction (including flying birds that pooped candy in your
hand). and based on the id. tag, he schlepped the whole
rickety contraption onto jetblue. he worked the crowd in
a circle, gathering them around and weaving his hands in
the air to put a paper hat on the elf-y looking guy, or slip
a lady a candy dragon and show her how to sew it through
space to keep from slumping.

he even blew into the glutin, like it was molten glass, to make a
translucent mouse and puffer fish.

That’s a direct quote from the paper of record, friends.
Check out today’s New York Times for a sweet article about the firehouse table
and a great photo of some of the guys at the Southside.

And also, deserving of easily as much fanfare, Scout and I (forgot to)
celebrate our 7th year together today. happy anniversary, beebs.

so a guy in a van pulls up in front of where i’m sitting
outside the city reliquary (museum and civic organization) and
calls me over to the window. i get close enough to see
he’s trying to sell me something and tell him, “hey, i’m
just out here to give candy to the kids.” he thinks about
it for a second, then says, “o.k., give them to the kids.”
then another guy pops up from the back with a couple of
boxes of very generic toothbrushes (which were pedigree-packaged
as if they were cross pens) and hands them out to me
smiling, pleased with their karmic profit…

the first of many spidermen

the loot

sweet-toothed spooks

me in civic spook-gear

this spidey traveled via the car service behind him
(seriously, his dad was a driver)

fairy with pearls and toothbrush of questionable origin


oh joy!