Thursday, May 29, 2008

Strike up the music, the band has begun - The Fernando Tatis Polka!

Accordion [2005], charcoal, 19x25in.
Mets 7, Marlins 6, 12 innings.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Kneeling in the grass

2005, pastel, @8x6in.


Let's go, already!

I don't write much about the Mets, although I follow them every day. There are a lot of better places to read about them from a fan perspective, like Metsblog, Hotfoot, Metstradamus, Metsgrrl, Brooklyn Met Fan, and many, many more. And now, when Keith, Gary and Ron seem to think and hope that this team has reached rock bottom in its positively listless performance in Atlanta this week [I remember thinking/hoping a few other times already this season that the Mets have bottomed out and have to start climbing up again], all I want to do is follow the games. I'd like to stop reading the papers, stop reading the websites, stop listening to talk radio [except for Steve Somers], stop watching pregame and postgame, and just limit myself to the real thing: the games [I'd like to, but I probably won't]. One at a time, day by day [pick your favorite cliche], just like the team should be thinking, and probably is.

Last September was painful. As a fan you felt absolutely helpless. Like your own lungs were collapsing along with the team's division lead. This year might be a season of Septembers. But it might not. I like to believe. So I'm going to do my best to block out all the hysterical, peripheral noise, and focus on baseball, which is what it's all about, anyway. Like John Lennon almost said, Baseball is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans. Or something. Okay, that makes no sense, but it feels that way sometimes when I'm working in the studio with the game on the radio.

And I might buy a new royal blue hat. Maybe my old one, getting tattered and ratty, has run out of wins. Again, that makes no sense, but sometimes it feels like it makes no sense to be a Met fan, just like it makes no sense to rub and smear oily colored dirt on canvas, or work your life away in an unchallenging job you don't love just so you can rub and smear oily colored dirt on canvas, or give your son a shoulder ride whenever he asks because it makes you both smile, and you know he won't be light enough to carry that way forever. Baseball, art, love -- what is there that's worthwhile that makes sense? Or is easy? Ya gotta believe, right? Has this gotten treacly? Tough. Let's go Mets.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Monday, May 19, 2008

Friday, May 16, 2008

35 candles, a 9/11 memorial (2)

See previous post for specs. This is a scan of a postcard image.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

35 candles, a 9/11 memorial

35 candles, 2002-3, oil on 35 12x9in. birch panels, total size approximately 70x65in.

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This was a commissioned work for a company that had offices in the World Trade Center and lost thirty-five people that day. It hangs in their new offices in Manhattan.

These photos were taken in 2003 right after I had completed the installation and before a lighting system had been installed. I hope to post some better images eventually, which I will also add to my website.


Thursday, May 8, 2008

Friday, May 2, 2008

Thursday, May 1, 2008