Wearing The Work

In working with DRIP I find myself always covered in paint. Although a few people are afraid of getting messy I find it leaves beautiful marks. 

I took this photo of myself after a show were I got pelted with paint. The pale blue river ran all the way from my neck to the middle of my torso, melting away the DRIP logo I had stamped myself with along the way. 

Then I noticed my hand, splashed with blue and flecks of red. Dappled like some kind of surrealist Appaloosa. It soaked into the rims of my fingernails and collected in the ridges of the ring I had gotten from the antique shop.

I have never been concerned with my hands being smooth or perfect. After all these years of making art I've grown more accustomed to seeing them covered in material or scrapped up. That suits me just fine. I'd rather my hands be used to make something beautiful than simply look beautiful. I have always been comfortable wearing my work.

Organic Forms

I went to the Polasek Museum for a photography exhibit, but the best part was getting lost in the sculpture garden. Massive works were placed to grab your attention against the beautiful view of Lake Osceola.

This picture was my favorite. Rather than fixate solely on the sculpture or the lake, I shifted my view to include a nearby tree. Only the sky, delicately fading from pastel to cerulean, remained as a back drop.

The rounded tree reaches out to fill the negative space between itself and the sculpture. A multitude of ruffled leafs create texture over the smooth sky. The sculpture - existing as one, solid mass - covers the sky with a smooth, crisp shape.

She stands bare and at peace with her nature. The tree is simply an extension of nature itself. Two organic forms existing as individuals but creating perfect harmony.