more good news from paradise

two more paintings sold in St. Barth! the owners of Eden Rock Hotel and Jane's Gallery are taking these little guys, which i did in Normandy a couple summers ago:

little shauna

check out the painting my friend brooks did a few years ago here - i finally bought it and gave it to jimmy for valentine's day. it is such a nice little painting.. (not just because of the subject ;)

brooks

self portrait

rachel

rachel sat for our third installment of the wednesday painting group. (last week i sat, which is why i had no painting to post.) we're hoping to keep this going each week, and to bring more people in! :)

jane

a quick study of my studio-mate. she and i and a couple other painting buddies will be meeting every wednesday evening, taking turns sitting for eachother. :)

2007 bringing good things so far

i've been slackin on my bloggin this holiday season. i was home for the holidays (as you know my faithful reader, aka Mom) and didn't paint like i'd planned.. but i had a great time and maybe i'll post some pics soon. but for the moment, i'd like to get my brag on: one of the paintings (below) that was chosen for the st. barths show, sold. and to none other than Lorne Michaels, creater & producer of Saturday Night Live.

otherwise i've been busy back at work playing catch-up. but soon i'll be back at the studio and back to posting new stuff. happy new year!

ellen

... to be finished when we meet again after new years :)

giving me a run for my money

these kids are totally saving my blogger-ass, providing me with wonderful posts. and their work is becoming so meaningfully nuanced. like these drawings by parker, i mean, what's going on in his subjects' minds?:

julian's work has really gone in a post-modern conceptual direction:

and last but definitely not least, josh's bird is back, only this time he appears to be part of some kind of gang; sporting dew rags, smoking doobies and rolling one deep:

self portrait

i did this a couple weeks ago actually; i've been trying to do lots of quick, one-sitting studies to get the juices flowing... lots of self portraits, since i'm always available to model! i've got some other sitters lined up, so hopefully you'll see some different faces soon. :)

more cuteness from the little red school house

because i don't have anything exciting to show for my time at the studio the last few days, i'm relying on jimmy's 10-year old friends to for today's post. he brought this drawing from katherine home today:

so sweet. he said when he arrived at little red today all the kids were like "ohmygosh, how's your kitty's pee-hole!?!"

St. Barths

This is a painting I started months ago from photos I took last year in St. Barths, but never finished. I am revisiting it now (I wish I was revisiting St. Barths); here it is after working on it a bit yesterday:

It will hopefully join 3 other little landcapes of mine which are leaving soon for the island to be included in a show.

Practice for having (human) kids

Last Tuesday night we noticed Papi was in his litter box for quite a long time. When the next morning he sat there again for 45 minutes with a blank stare of concentration on his face, only to leave with no evidence of success, we decided he should go to the vet as he was obviously having trouble tinkling. We brought him to the animal clinic around the corner and after some manhandling and prodding the vet told us he had a urethral blockage; basically a tiny stone in his peep. He would have to be drugged, catheterized, given IV fluids and go on a diet.

The whole experience ended up being quite traumatic (especially for Papi). That night the vet sent the kitty home with us - catheter, Elizabethan collar, IV, pills and all – which turned out to be a huge disaster. He was coming down from heavy sedation and went wild, screaming and thrashing around in his cage (I’m sure the humiliating upsidedown lampshade and the needle jammed up his wiener had something to do with it). We could not possibly take care of him on our own. Worried he might rip out his catheter, we rushed him to the big animal hospital on the Upper East Side.

It is amazing what a difference a great doctor with great people skills can make. As we listened to the new vet explain everything in a thorough and sensitive way, which the first vet had not done, I thought to myself: never ignore your instinct again. Wanting to hug this new vet, I imagined him at home with his kitty or pup or pet turtle on his lap; a much different impression than the one we got at the clinic, where the receptionist kept shouting “shut up!” to the little wiener dog running around. Anyway, this new vet really seemed to make it all ok, and I realized what it must be like for a parent shopping for the right pediatrician.

Back in the hospital lobby we waited for the vet to bring Papi out to us. A man we had seen arrive earlier holding his very big, very old dog in his arms, came back out to the lobby all alone with tears in his eyes. Standing by the elevator he broke down into full blubbering weep, and I followed suit, heartbroken for the man, exhausted and drained. I wanted to hug the man, he seemed so alone; we were so lucky our boy was ok, and he just lost his best friend. It was the 3rd loss we’d witnessed in that waiting room (middle of the night before Thanksgiving, so pretty much any animal brought in was an emergency case). As the man left down the elevator, a nurse came out with her two young puppies, all full of health and happiness.

The low point definitely was seeing Papi doped up at the first clinic; paralyzed, eyes bulging, tongue hanging out and twitching. It was awful. But the high point was when we brought him home from the hospital and, still coming off the drugs, he stumbled around the apartment like a drunk, so obviously happy to be home.

This is a photo taken of him the day before the incident: it’s kinda blurry but I think if you look close his sense of the impending doom is clear:



...and here he is after we brought him home:

His condition has since been upgraded from stable to frisky.

5th grade fine art

a couple of jimmy's friends from the Little Red School House made drawings for me. here's the drawing josh did:



how cute is that? one question: is that a 100 dollar bill in that bird's pocket? curious. anyway, this drawing is very picasso, very cubist,... what with the eyes on one plane and the beak on another. now here's the drawing julian did, obviously inspired by jackson pollock:



and here's the note julian wrote on the back:

jimmy studying (and needing a shave)

papi jumped up into his lap for a few minutes which was very lucky :)