Blue blue tiffany blue, that's the color of my room

Left, the maybe finished chef d'œuvre. I think it's name is Sound & Vision. Anyway, was looking at some Tiffany boxes and Gerard Richter (oh how I love his work... shhhhh....) canary yellow and aqua blue. With a guest appearance of the purple copper.

I need more paint. Completely out of zinc white and was forced to use the hideous Titan Buff to mix up the light shade of aqua. But turned out not so bad, n'est ce pas mon chère?

Abstract Needlepoint Art

And so, she has the canvas, she has the freezer paper and the arcylic to help the printer ink adhere. But does she have printer? No. No no a thousand times no. But one day soon, from this painting will be birthed a matching pillow. Awww.... it's a girl!

Banksy?

Banksy Banksy Banksy.

Far left, Bangsy? My guess, not Banksy. Seeing as how he is British and in the UK they call bangs fringe. So. There's that.

All these street outlines. I can't identify the artists but with Banksy fever running high I like to think maybe it's a tribe of his followers set loose on the town. I like this picture I took of Leroy/jack hammer double teaming the hyrant. We discovered it yesterday on Divisadero at Grove. Most likely it's an artistic comment on the insane amounts of hammering and construction for the Divisadero Beautification project and not a Banksy piece. But maybe???? No, probably not.

Anyway, Banksy. What irritates me with this Banksy covering SF is that it's awfully convenient timing considering that the movie Exit Thru The Gift Shop is opening up, featuring art by Banksy and directed partially by Banksy. Or Bangsy as you see fit.

Warholian.com claiming that Banksy is the Andy Warhol of our time? Please. Don't get me started. Banksy is the popular kid in high school, not all that clever but people think he's cool. And in my opinion, that does not make top quality art. But sure, I'd invite him to my party. It's a kegger in my imagination- see you there.

Gigante!

Big wood panels. I mean, huge! Just huge. Too big for my easel so I've rigged up a multi-stool flat top to work on. I began painting thinking of lucky Chinese red. A red so orange it wavers on the color boundaries. To cover the surface requires a lot of paint. I mixed and mixed red, orange, white, phosphorescence, baby pink, green. The colors splattered on my apron and my jammies. Yes, that is what I paint in. PJ's & apron. Bandit watched me from the corner of his eyes.

I just love the color glowing in the morning light. The shadows from my windows remind me of Bertolucci's Il Conformista.

New Work

Anyone who is close to me knows that I've developed an obsession with needlepoint. So obsessed that I've been eating yogurt for dinner so as to spend more time needle pointing (less time cooking food, you know). I'm staying up late to needlepoint while watching Law & Order. I arrive at work late thanks to stopping in at the too convenient needle point boutique (Elain Magnin's on Sacramento St). I promise you, I still brush my teeth, but otherwise.... it's a slippery slope, this addiction.

But all this needle pointing has launched an idea for a new art work series. I've found a technique to laser print onto blank canvas and I have a secret plan to begin needle pointing my paintings.

You love these paintings? Why thank you! And would you care for a matching pillow?

Now to procure all the necessary equipment...