September marks my one year of being back in New York City after some epic travels.
And October will be one year of me working as a full time artist. I’ve been hustling, and have had amazing support from a host of friends/family/fans/admirers/etc. I thank you all for this. I’m honestly not sure how I’ve gotten this far and/or how I’m still standing. I definitely know that without you it wouldn’t have been possible. Literally. So thank you.
This post is an attempt to create a timeline of the last year of my life, mostly as relates to my career. Maybe it’s more for myself. To put it behind me. To start fresh so I feel like I have room to grow again. Fall is about that, right? But maybe it’s also to serve as a record of how I sustained an unsustainable practice for a year. I mean, I’m not slowing down anytime soon (lots of projects in the works), but I am drinking more coffee.
Occasionally people look at me either like I’m crazy or in confusion as to how I’m surviving. Abridged version: Hard work and luck. And lots of coffee. And maybe some ability to socialize/be sociable. And I’m really, really, really, really stubborn.
Besides a ton of studio time I also went to a lot of great openings of friends and strangers. Would be afraid to compile that list though. Oh, everything mentioned is in New York, unless otherwise listed. Lastly, I would love to create some sort of visualization of this, but, uh, well, I don’t have the time. Same for not linking everything. Most of it’s on my website anyhow, btw.
September 2009 Moved back to New York Got studio in Bushwick
October Unemployment benefits ended :( 10 drawings accepted into Pierogi flatfiles :)
November Group show at One Way Gallery in Rhode Island (drawings)
December Interned at Art Fag City Studio broken into, laptops and backup drive stolen :(
Ok, I’m probably missing stuff. That’s just what I could come up with off the top of my head, and from looking on my website. Which knows more than me…
P.S. If I still owe you work (“Thank You” drawings, 200/300th follower drawings, James Lee, balloon “paintings,” Alexis K Manheim and anyone I’m forgetting), I still haven’t forgotten about you. Promise. Feel free to remind me though.
So before I could formally read or write I developed my own written language to communicate with my imaginary friend at the time, Bacca. Bacca had the head of a pig, a human body, and lived in a forest with his family.
September’s print is my first attempt at recreating the language I used when writing him letters. When cutting the linoleum I was conscious of writing backwards so the print would render “correctly.” Also by using this process I was thinking about my youth as a reflection of where I am today.
The edition is limited to 5 because I’m still not sure if they’re any good or really why I’m doing them. I also might have run out of paper.