My work goes to Brooklyn: M David & Co at Art Cake

I don’t know how we did it all during two weeks in NYC. We took my work down from the Outsider Arts Fair on a Sunday night, and Monday morning carried it via subway over to Michael David’s gallery in Sunset Park, Brooklyn. Then, without realizing that we needed to rest - lol - we went directly to the Whitney Museum, spent 2 hours there, and walked back to our hotel on the “flower street,” 28th Street at 6th Ave. Both of us by then were getting sick. Stress, crowds, non-stop work and action. hmmm.

We stayed in much of the week, going out for soup nearby, and I went alone to the opening at the Art Cake gallery. Gabe and family came; On the last day of the show Betsy Damon came and spent a long time talking with me, and then with Carl. Sue Collier, wonderful painter, friend, and art ally came. Was it all worth it? Being SEEN, UNDERSTOOD through my “way” and my work… Yes, of course. From the inside of me to the inside of you.

Outsider Art Fair in NYC

Impossible to describe well - my time leading up to, participating in, and “recovering” from - the 2025 OUTSIDER ART FAIR at the Metropolitan Pavillion in the heart of New York City. A “trip”, a word referencing altered states of consciousness, is the word I must use. Intensity every moment, from making lists of all the pieces I would bring, packing portfolios and tools along with art and clothes - driving to the city, checking into the hotel….

The next morning Carl and I walked with my work down to the venue, unpacked it, hung out for a while until the other artists in our booth arrived and unpacked. We checked out the other art spaces there, and left Jenna and Daniel to install all our work.

Then FOUR whole days of non stop attendance and focus, meeting people, discussing my work, and having my picture taken with a big celebrity, Jerry Saltz. Did I say “recover?”

Now home I can think back to the whole picture: the VAST array of New Yorkers and visitors who wanted to see work that “is not derived from “art.”” I and my work were in just the right place at the right time in my favorite city. I was comforted by the work all around me in the other gallery booths. It was exactly what I needed to nourish that part of me that creates.

Connections: Lost and Found

CONNECTIONS: Lost and Found, my solo exhibit, opened at Ceres Gallery on April 23. The opening was April 25. It was packed! - I have never seen so many people at an opening at Ceres who came in, not because they were friends or relatives, but to connect with the art. To SEE the art, LOOK at it carefully, and TALK with the artist, in this case, me, about what they saw, thought, wondered about and felt. I was flooded with good feeling and confirmation from our interactions. I could tell “for sure” that my art was affecting people in a good and useful way, that it was “doing its right work.”

Here are a few more images of recent work. There are over 100 of these small drawings at Ceres. I am tapping a heart spot in some of these, and in others, those mysterious parts of my psyche. I learn from what I do.

Going With the Flow

Two exhibits in Wellfleet filled May and June last year, and a quick but refreshing trip to Mill Valley in California ended the summer. I was in my studio once again….. and what now? I had gathered a few more resonant twigs and bits of the natural world, and again had the feeling of something needing to come from them being in my hands. Again I went to encaustic to build out what I felt should happen with the twigs and bits.

Something kept happening, and I followed it. I recalled the feeling I’d had, drawing onto raw canvas, using bits of text and hints of twigs. Connections were being made somewhere in my brain, and when I looked at my work table …… I started to “give voice” to them.

An Art Full Year

2023 began with a bang, as I was notified that my exhibit for the Wellfleet Public Library was accepted. Not only accepted, but eagerly anticipated. I had proposed new and experimental work, all of it extensions of the slowing down I had begun months earlier. By January 2023 I was deeply into the process, putting things together that made sense on an intuitive level..

I wrapped twigs, combined them with bones and cloth, and built small and precarious sculptures. I was reminded of a Jewish legend about the birth of Abraham.

In the story an evil king, Nimrod, decreed that all the newborn Jewish males should be killed. Abe’s mother hid in a cave to give birth. She wrapped him in her garment and left, thinking it better to leave him than subject him to murder. What happened? God sent the angel Gabriel down and the angel taught the baby Abraham to nurse from his own little finger. The child survived….. and the story continued….

Some themes recur. They appear as if from nowhere, and come into and through my hands, through my work. Danger, birth, flesh, spirit. Big ideas, here in intimate scale.

Interview with Carolivia Herron

Interview on WOWD with Carolivia Herron, December 5, 2023. In three parts, each about 15 minutes.

My statement from the May 2023 Remnants exhibit was read powerfully and beautifully by Carolivia Herron on Epic City.

Support

IN the Yellow Chair Salon. Finally. We met every couple of weeks on zoom. I met artists who were open to my earlier “radical and unpalatable” subject matter and approach, as well as where I was now. I wanted to recover and reclaim what I had decided was “past” and to somehow bring that into the present. I had no good ideas but I had a sense.

My first salon group members suggested I consider softening the edges of my paintings. How? They could see my proclivities to organic forms and tactility. Their focus was on helping me to deepen, clarify, and strengthen my work. Wow. I took a deep breath and dove in. Within a few months I had let go of painting only on rectangular supports. I used my hands more, building and shaping. Bones, teeth, cheesecloth, other materials I had used decades ago began to reappear in the work.