WHAT IS A WEEK END? 2

I've been wanting to play around with sculpture and have been making these recently. They are made of fake flowers and egg cartons.

Another new work.

I had Friday morning off. (Federal Holiday, y'all) and we drove down to our friend's farm to pick up a pork shoulder to smoke for the 4th of July and to meet the new pigs. I also met some interestingly shaped tomatoes. It's amazing what's out there once you stop getting the perfect, round, grocery store ones.

I ran into this unfortunate fellow later at the UGO. I would love to cook a pig head someday.

Later that evening was First Friday, and my studio had an exhibition at the Emporium on Gay Street.

My work sandwiched between work by Ashley Addair.

I'm not entirely sure this is finished. I may keep working on it after July.

So much food on the 4th.

A recent shot of Miss Mamie

OH, THERE YOU ARE!

I found my camera cord today. It's been missing for the better part of a year, and so many times I caved and almost bought another on Amazon, but I was sure it would turn up, because how could I lose something so important.

Without further ado, look at what I found! Months later.

Some signs I made.

The last time my studio was clean. In October.

IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME AGAIN

ONE NIGHT ONLY

SPRUCIN' UP THE JOINT

The 17th Street Studios will be having an open house night coming up in December. I'm probably the messiest person around there, so I decided to get a jump start on my cleaning this weekend.

Shelves. Solving all the problems.

AROUND THE STUDIO

TODAY

6-9PM at The Birdhouse. 

STRETCH

AMALGAM 2

Excited to be participating in a group show with these fine folks on Saturday night.

Carri Jobe / Lesley Eaton / Beth Meadows / Caroline Hatfield / Samuel King / Michael Giles / Ashley Addair / Jennifer Brickey / John McRae / 

NEW SCABS

Although my mom says I shouldn't call them that. But I've come up with nothing better or accurate to the process of their creation.

SILENCE ON THE RADIO WAVES

After a week of not being in the studio due to Day Job obligations, I've been back, working on some new stuff, and brushing out the mess that had accumulated on my floor. Cleaning and rearranging did me good, and now it feels twice as big. Tomorrow holds the promise of an early roadtrip with a big McDonald's coffee and some NPR. I'm off to Atlanta to see Vermeer's Girl with a Pearl Earring.

RADIATOR

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO CALL THIS

But I kinda like it.

THE ELUSIVE GIFT

BOMBAY

GREENS

SCABS

Someone in my studio described my most recent work as "scab paintings." I'm embracing it. Here are a few of my most interesting scabs, peeled from the larger paintings.

ON THE WALL

This month, I pitched in to help out with a mural project here in Knoxville. It's under the interstate on 6th Ave. If you happen to be traveling north on Hall of Fame, take a right on 6th and go check it out. The mural was designed by Per-Ole Lind, who also has space in the 17th Street Studios. Over two weekends I did a lot of detailing with brown paint -- making crisp edges and straightening out wonky lines. I had never helped out with a mural before, and it was really fun. I'd do it again. The community seems to love it, and we would get a lot of honks and waves from cars passing by. Much of the painting was done by community members from the 3 neighborhoods joined at this intersection -- Fourth and Gill, Parkridge, and Old North. People of all ages contributed, and I had now fewer than 4 people try to recruit me to move to Parkridge. (Not entirely practical at this time in my life, but there are some great Craftsman houses in that area.) Documentation of the entire project can be found here on its Facebook page. It was surprisingly hard work, and I have newfound mad respect for Michelangelo and every other fresco painter. My painting arm got its butt kicked, but I wasn't lying on my back, or racing against time to complete anything before plaster dried. And we also had the modern amenities of a pick-up truck to blast some music to keep us all grooving and steadily moving forward.

Standing on that step you're not supposed to stand on. Don't worry Mom, nothing happened.

THE MOST STARSTRUCK

PALMETTO