flying to LA in the morning... i guess the reason i still love NYC is that i leave it as often as i can. 

maybe...

last week was a good week of work in the studio-- still working drawings and still really excited by them. there is a certain intimacy to the act of drawing that is so different from painting. right now, i'm still wondering where these works lead, or, indeed, if they lead anywhere. 

flying between LA and NYC always has an affect on my art. what will happen now??  soon enough i'll be sitting under the orange tree again trying to bring it all together. we'll see...

well, its been a while... life. 

as for the nyc art world, the best thing that happened was the benefit for non objectif sud at gary snyder project space. a fine salon show, of smaller works, the notable standout being a modest sized piece by michael brennan. i must say, no bullshit, this small work by brennan was one of the strongest works i've seen this year. a very,very powerful painting-- hard edged precision met with (seemingly) spontaneous brushwork. just a gorgeous and profound statement.

in the studio i'm working drawings in pastel and charcoal. layers and layers of each, some rubbed out, some layers sanded away, etc... perhaps i'm actually searching for a monochrome or just stumbling upon one. i'm not sure... i do know that i've been seduced by the sheer space and scale of these drawings, not to mention the practice of making them. this is a new adventure for me, one i'm just going to ride out and see what happens. for good or ill...

ok, it's late enough. late enough to try to sleep...