Fleur-de-lis

Lilies are one of my favorite types of flowers. Perhaps that is why I'm drawn to the fleur-de-lis.

This morning I finished a little fun project that I would actually consider a bit more on the crafty side. I like the look of stitching on canvas (my thumb doesn't like me so much for it.)

I sometimes feel myself drawn to patterns. There is something familiar and safe about them but they are still able to fit into new ideas.

The Risk and the Gamble

In the newest issue of Art Papers, Glenn Kaino's conversation with Lauri Firstenberg answers the question "Do you see the potential for radicality in contemporary art practice?" The middle paragraph to Glenn's answer reads:"Some people try to adopt radical political positions without having anything at stake. They market themselves by using the romantic veneer of revolutionary acts of the past. This is not that interesting to me. I believe in risk and in the gamble. For me, process is rewarding and dynamic. Winning and losing are static proportions."

I'm currently sitting in the Daniel Bozhkov exhibition in the UNT gallery and I'm thinking about what this particular artist (Daniel) learned with each piece "produced." Today, curiosity for the world is what I see. I'm beginning to become more and more fascinated the process or, rather, processes that an artist goes through in creating his or her work. Can I see it? Do I have to dig through the surface to get to it? How much does time matter in regards to process?

Three Sundays

For the past three mornings I've woken up thinking that the day was Sunday. This morning I finally got it right.

I remember parts of my dream from last night, the part when I went to the store to buy canvas. The store did not have the size I had in mind, though I saw an old friend there and said hello. Normally, whenever I dream of old friends or those that I've met I wake up feeling a bit nostalgic. Not so today, though. How do you feel when you dream about old friends or acquaintances?