Roots Design: Art and Architecture for the People

"crying like a fire in the sun... the empty handed painter from your streets, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets..." -Bob Dylan, Its All Over Now, Baby Blue I make art every day.  It's the first thing I think about in the morning.  I have dozens of notebooks filled with ideas for paintings, to-do lists, artist statements, notes about art history and theory, quotations from authors I think are important to keep in mind while I'm trying to make work that I think is both honest and beautiful.  It's a hard road, and despair always walks right behind me and to my left.  What is the point, nobody cares, we'll all be dead soon at any rate, and no one will know, and no one will care... Life gets so much in the way.  There are hundreds more paintings and projects in the notebooks than ever see the light of the studio (and dozens more paintings than will ever see the light of a legitamate gallery, but that's another post).  Those to-do lists, those end...

Color.  Maybe I can just say all of my work is about color.  That is what most of the decisions I make are about.  The big decisions, "what it is" or "is of" I decide once in a while, but then the problems of how to make that come alive starts, and most of those problems involve choosing color.  Color and movement.  I'm interested in the hows of a painting, most of the time I am painting it.  A the holocaust and stuff...