I think this is one of my most elaborate and time-consuming Instagram posts yet. For it, I needed to remove a huge three-seater couch and fill my shelves with my 500 polyhedra. Oh, and I needed a life-size self-portrait. No biggy.
I started this painting in late July, and until I finished it two days ago, it had been driving me mad. For the longest time I kept denying that the painting felt wrong, that I even hated it. I put it away for weeks, in avoidance and resentment for the subjects it portrayed. It’s the worst feeling […]
How’s this for a chain reaction: two nights ago I invited some friends over to watch the Iceland vs. France match with me. That night one of those people, my dear friend Lubna, returned my ring after generously getting it all polished and new for me. The next day, yesterday, I felt it imperative that I photograph […]
When I traveled to London last April I decided to keep my watercolor sketchbook and paints behind. That was a mistake, because as soon as I had a bit of time alone in my hotel room I got the urge to paint. So I think by now you can guess the rest: trip to Green […]