I can't wait until next Saturday - My Art Fair debut.  I've been scrambling.  I thought I had a fair number of works framed, but of course I needed twice to make a display.  Then I thought people may not be interested in framed work. So I started to just mat and shrink wrap. I thought the worst years of my life were spent at Brewster Gallery in NYC as the framer, but now I'm cutting my own mats and building my own frames.  So, you never know.  Despite my initial reservations, this seems to be a good exercise. Yet I have one mental obstacle.  Help me think this though.  It concerns limited editions.  On the one hand these types of shows demand limited editions if you are in the "graphics" media - yet digital imagery is new enough to wonder if an artist should limit his/her best efforts to an edition of 100 or whatever.  Plus - you will see elements of my art repeating in works in years to come.  The way I work is to compile a digital library of sky, textures, plants, people, writing and everything I can imagine.  I combine these, and if you compare the works you will see similar elements reappear.  So any comments on the idea of limited edition prints?

May Madness

Oh dear! Oh dear!  I shall be too late!  Yes, I'm feeling a little like 

the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.  So much to do

and so little time.  I realized this morning that a whole week

has passed since I last blogged. (forgive me father for I have 

sinned?)  Oh well, by the end of this month I'll probably resemble

the other rabbit in Alice's story, the March Hare or sometimes 

referred to as the Mad March Hare from the tea party.  I'm 

not quite sure why March is mad, to me things seem particularly

unreal every May.  Probably because our gardens need so much

attention plus the various groups we volunteer for all seem to

love May for some endeavor or another.  Plus throw in a job, well

at least I know I'm not alone.   In any event, the image I'm

presenting is another of my 'Reflection' series.  I keep adding

to this group if I'm lucky enough to first remember to keep the

camera handy, then have the good fortune to stumble across the

 right light and reflection.

Thank You

My last post had some great comments by some people doing 

great art.  Art that I respect, otherwise I wouldn't return to their blogs.

I think that now that I have gone ahead and signed up for a few shows,

I'll just let it play out for what it is.  I've have to lay out some cash

for tent and display system but I'll try to live up to Sarahs expectation

that I'll do a good job - Get some contacts, sell a few, perhaps uplift

my marketing brain. Already, I'm printing, matting, cutting frames,

creating a new biography. This might be a journey that reminds me

why I hate art fairs.  For now I'll go with it this summer and see if 

it leads to a more promising land.  I'm posting an older work created

four years ago.  The strange thing about this is that I have used digital

pieces of this work to create others

Sleepless

This always happens when I become my worst enemy.  Sleepless

in Connecticut.  I've always hated art fairs but I've decided to do

several this summer.  I've been to a number of them and want to

shove my finger down my throat. The work seems all the same,

boats and flowers and beach scenes.  All very nice, but not the 

kind of art that inspires me.  But the artists do seem to be selling

some work.  I really need to be selling more.  Exact same problem when

I lived in NYC for ten years after grad school.  I'm an artist but don't 

have a clue on how to really market what I produce.  I'm probably

on another fools mission  Damn, I really need to make the transition

from woodworker back to artist. Plus find some success, humor and grace.

 

Rock Art

One of the art fascinations I have concerns rock art; whether petroglyphs

 pictographs, assemblages etc.  The idea of the artist working rock to

record, evoke magic or express is a powerful stimulation.  Mostly

we don't know the why of the creation; in many instances the artist 

and his/her culture has faded.  We are left with a mystery and speculation.

I decided to create my own petroglyph after taking some photos of rock

formations overlooking the Connecticut river.  I combined one of those 

images with a photo of old machinery that I reduced to line drawings.

I hope there is some magic in deciphering the image.  I printed this on

13x19 Canon Photo Pro paper.