Holiday Sale

All the artist's in the 2nd and Blair warehouse are planning a Holiday Sale, December 7, 8, and 9. If you would like to receive a postcard reminder please send me your mailing address.

Moments of Truth

Andrew who writes the Moments of Truth blog came by and visited me at the begining of his epic motorcycle journey. He is working on a a blogging project to interview artists in their studios as he travels from Seattle to Oaxaca.

What questions would you like to ask your favorite creative individual? What is it to be creative? What drives us human beings to create something new and different, altering our surroundings? What am I missing? I will try to keep the flow of posts as steady as possible. Obviously this is a work in progress. To challenge my self on this pilgrimage of sorts I have set the restriction to travel with only what can be carried while touring on a Honda Nighthawk motorcycle. You know, the most basic, like sleeping bag, socks and draws, tools, the digital recorder, some paper, colored pencils, etc. The next five month leg of this tour will take place on the west coast from Seattle, through Oregon, California, down to Oaxaca, Mexico. If you can put me in contact with some one you think has some creative things going on and they’d like to share I’d love to interview them. Post a comment or shoot an email to momentsoftruth.wordpress@gmail.com.

Check it out http://momentsoftruth.wordpress.com/

Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here

In Dante's Divine Comedy above the entrance to Hell, The sign says, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." I was thinking about putting this inscription above the entrance to my studio. Not because my studio is like hell. Actually just the opposite. In order to have the best attitude toward art making you must abandon your hopes. Seek to be in the moment and be present in the creative space. Leave the past behind and forget your ambitions. Sometimes I take the art too seriously. It screws the work up. Hope is a good thing until until it keeps you from working through.

My friend Juliet Wyers sings about a similar idea in her song Clear.