…we are going to MassMOCA. I have loved visiting this awesome museum in the summers whenever we visit Massachusetts, and it’s novel to be able to just take a spontaneous day trip there now.

My digital camera is still vacationing in Providence (it’s been so hard not having it!) so I think I’m actually going to use film today. It’ll be interesting to have to wait to see the photos after being instantly gratified by digital technology for so long.

Hope everyone is having a nice weekend in Massachusetts, North Carolina, and beyond.

(The photo above is Andy in front of a Sol LeWitt wall drawing, part of an exhibit “now on view through 2033”)

visiting with an old friend.

Carley was one of the first people I met when I moved to Asheville, and I spent last Sunday morning in her studio at the Wedge talking about all kinds of art-related stuff. She is an amazing artist, and we share a love of printmedia and critiquing bad artwork. She is making some cool stuff and made me want to make prints and paintings!

Here is her website:

A Rake’s Progress

I just finished A Rake’s Progress, the new biography of David Hockey; I remember some of his swimming pools from my time at the Art Institute, but I’ve gained an inspiring respect for the artist now that I’ve learned a lot of the story behind his work. One of the things I loved most about the biography was how it retold so many of the personal anecdotes relating to the portraits that Hockney painted. The above portrait, American Collectors, was commissioned by the couple pictured, but Hockney took so many liberties with the feeling and narrative elements of the scene that they “hated the picture so much that they decided to take it out of circulation by buying it and donating it to the Pasadena Museum, with the stipulation that it should be kept in the basement”.

Reading artists’ biographies is always inspiring in unexpected ways. This week I want to watch Painters Painting, starring some of my favorite Abstract Expressionists, and A Bigger Splash, about Hockney, which I learned about inĀ A Rake’s Progress.


Considering that I exercise my creativity primarily for the feelings of joy and spiritual fulfillment that it brings me , I generally try to take it easy on myself when I don’t feel like making stuff. Every so often, I go to my studio and just don’t feel altogether excited about making books. And I find that if I put too much pressure on myself, chances are that I’ll make a clumsy mistake (and in the precise art of bookbinding, every little error shows) or make something that I don’t like that much.

So last weekend when I didn’t want to make books, I made some paint blobs instead. I spent a few hours playing around with gouache and colorful paper, and I felt entirely satisfied.

I thought that most of them ended up looking like bugs…perfect for Spring!