Thursday, April 15, 2010

Santa Fe Art Colony Open Studios

Well, that's a bummer. This year at Santa Fe (not in New Mexico but the one just south of downtown, Los Angeles) decided not to allow visiting artists to use the nice wide hallways to show their art.

I have shown there every year since 2004. The hallways are nice because it keeps everyone out of my friend, Raul's loft. Raul lives there and has been more than generous in letting my friends and I show there. When we started out, we all crammed into Raul's loft. This meant building temporary walls and totally upheaving his home for a weekend. And now there is really too much stuff to make this work. And there's the issue of lighting all the walls we built and cramming a whole weekend full of artists, collectors, strangers and partiers in the place all at once.

So if you get a chance, stop by on the weekend of May 16th, it's really a cool place to visit.

Friday, April 2, 2010

It's fascinating how designers have distinctive looks to their sketches. The fashion industry always shows models delicately drawn, sometimes only as outlines and even missing parts of arms or other major information, yet the clothing is rendered with a flowing, exaggerated style. Beautiful drawings.


Experiment-2009-148776189.jpg
Architects show buildings as looking like a scribbled mess. It shows a building and communicates its intent, but without any detail. Yet, it too, has a stylized beauty about it.

2165601214_6024ae70ab.jpg
Both styles look deceptively easy, like somebody just grabbed a pen and loosely threw some thoughts on paper...

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Golf

When I was a kid, golfers wore silly plaid pants, smoked heavily, drove Buicks and never smiled. A boring, up tight sport it was. Then along came Tiger Woods. He was fit, he dressed like a human being, worked out and could drive the ball further than anyone. He was exciting to watch and made incredible shots under extreme pressure. He is clearly the best.

So glad he's back for the Masters. Golf is not worth watching without him. Who wants to see anything less than the best?

And why does he need to apologize to us? His personal life, although deeply flawed, is between him, his wife and a host of empty headed bimbos.