A HUGE thank you to those that made it out to the opening of my show at Lyons Wier Gallery last week. The turnout was more than I could have hoped for in a new city, and It means the … Continue reading →

I took a quick trip down to LA last weekend. I go down every so often to visit buds, but timed this trip so I could catch Sean Cheethams show opening, as well as get in a few photoshoots. a … Continue reading →

Last friday, I got on a plane and flew from SF to Ft. Lauderdale. The occasion was two-fold: get tattooed in Tampa, and see Jenny Saville’s exhibition in West Palm Beach. When I was out this way in December for … Continue reading →

On the second day in Miami we hit Art Basel proper, then Pulse and Scope (again) the following day. Here’s what that looked like:   First time I’d seen any of Will Cotton’s work in person — very nice stuff.

as promised: lots of pictures and rambles from Miami. This was my third year in attendance, and it was a great trip — 4 art fairs, 14 Lara Bars, and very little sleep. more pictures, less words, below. My new … Continue reading →

I took a short trip last week to visit family in Chicago. Athough i’ve been many times, I couldn’t pass up the chance for another visit to the Chicago Art Institute. I had a few free hours and made the … Continue reading →

A good friend of mine had some business to take care of at Skywalker Ranch this week, and I jumped at the chance to tag along.  It was a great visit, and I was lucky enough to see some of … Continue reading →

So I have been neglecting the blog big time since my solo in SF, just very much caught up in painting for the next show. due to some scheduling mishaps, I had less than 2.5 months to paint 5 new … Continue reading →

The Metropolitan Museum of Art is a beautiful 3 hour train ride down the coast from my dads in Massachusetts. My dad and I went for the first time last summer (blog entry here), and despite the freezing weather, couldn’t pass on another trip. Continue reading →

Aside from long lines, security theater, and the general offensiveness of the majority of my fellow Americans (flip-flop wearers); I really like flying. There are obvious exceptions*, but I usually kind of enjoy being locked in a seat at 30,000 feet, with nothing to do but entertain myself. Continue reading →