Starting to think I might actually make it all the way to day 30!
Petrichor is one of my favorite scents. Don’t have a lot of opportunity to experience it in Denver. We get a few dramatic rain storms in the summer months, but the danger of hail keeps me with one eye on the vegetable garden when it happens – can’t just relax and enjoy it. My youngest daughter tells me it has been raining in Richmond, Indiana for a couple of day now. In February! Hard to imagine.
opens at Zip 37 this Friday, the good lord willing and the creek don’t rise. I’m grateful to Mauricio Rocha for giving us a shout out in this week’s Westword. Hope you can come by and take a peek if you’re in the neighborhood.
As February 10, the opening date for my solo show at Zip 37 (preemptively conceived of and titled as “Lovesick”) approached, I realized the 50 unfinished canvases in my studio were nowhere near becoming 50 finished canvases. Or even 20. Or 10.
I have been painting every day. Really. But winter is never kind to my psyche. Worrying, sleeping and moping consumes a lot of time. Progress is slow and inertia is a harsh mistress.
I never want to half-ass a new solo by hauling out older stuff, so I was in quite a dither and moaning about this to friends when it occurred to me- like the zen koan about the guy who goes out riding on his horse for the purpose of finding a horse- I have friends. (Or at least, people willing to talk to me:) Some of those friends make art. And some of them make art about love, at least sometimes.
Et voila- “Lovesick” will include the work of nine of my favorite Colorado artists, exploring the madness that is love. There will be paintings, drawings, sculpture, photography, book arts and printmaking.
Paint Fumes 