The art scene. I think of Andy Warhol and cavernous, drafty soho lofts with floors covered in paint. I see Basquiat paintings, large and outrageous covering the walls, with black-clad hipsters milling about holding glasses of wine, making Barnard or … Keep reading . . .
In response to the ongoing debate about calligraphy ( is it art or craft; is illegibility okay? what about formal vs. handwriting?), I wrote the following, part of which I recently calligraphed in my class in California:
Ecclesiastes of Calligraphy… Keep reading . . .
I am one of the most fearful, cautious people I know. Or at least I used to be. It is thus odd to me that the art I do is all about risk: I improvise, trust my intuition, go with … Keep reading . . .
Being content. It seems the artist’s lot is one of constant anxiety. Haunting questions such as, “do I have anything worth saying?” or “am I good enough” or “will I ever sell anything?”can be a familiar mantra in one’s head. … Keep reading . . .
Drawing from life, daily practice, just showing up on the page.
In January, I made a commitment to myself to draw something–anything–every day. I got a spiral bound sketch pad (Hobby Lobby, cheap!) which I tuck into my purse every … Keep reading . . .
