22 July 2008
collecting inspirations, continued
21 July 2008
summertime blues
Summer has never really been my favorite season, though I’m often made to feel foolish for admitting it. I have at least one good excuse: the hot and humid days make calotypes impractical to do. The season isn’t good for the rest of my chemistry, either, photographic or otherwise… I think I may just be better suited for brisk walks and interior joys.
Not that I’ve had time to enjoy the days much anyway, as I have been doing so many different jobs this year, saving up for a Big Fall Escape. I’ve designed a cabaret show, commercials, websites and CD covers. I’ve made logos and boxes and books for fashion designers. I’ve built a skate ramp, a swingset, a sandbox. I’ve driven this state and others looking for couches and lamps and dressers. I’ve taught photography and learned French (well, a little bit anyway…)
What I haven’t done is made much work that I like with what little time I’ve had. I know I’m slow, but this is different. I have always sworn by the baby steps, but now feel like I’m toddling in circles. The last body of work sits half-finished in my studio… no, that’s wrong – the Work is finished, it’s just the prints that aren’t done. (And yeah, ok, some of the final negatives…) Those are the last of the good pieces, and now that may be it. Something’s changed. I have been calling this last work At Sea, as a new beginning in one sense. Using watercolors on salt prints (yeah, water… salt… duh) I thought I was opening up to new imagery. Instead I am At Sea, as in lost.
The escape begins September 1st, and I’m getting ready by clearing the decks. I’m assembling a small box of necessary art supplies, and getting in touch with the old ghosts of influence. I have a brand-new sketch book I’ve been waiting three years to use. This Fall will be the perfect time.
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30 May 2008
oops
I never saw the Whitney Biennial. This may be the first time since I was 16, and I don’t care at all.
The new Indana Jones movie sucks, too.
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8 May 2008
the view from here
Daniel Cooney Fine Art
511 West 25th Street, Suite 506
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27 April 2008
not this
I wish this were tounge-in-cheek… I mean, I know it’s Charlie Finch (get your tinfoil hat on), but really, I’m sick of the notion that Money is the only value. The work is not even worthy of a critique – unless it’s all a joke, in which case it’s Genius! (Kidding… ) This is why I feel so alienated from the Art World Business these days (as opposed to the enthusiasm of the students I saw last month.) There’s still great stuff out there, but the conversations are mostly about cash.
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3 April 2008
unforgiving years
Wrenched back to myself once again, thanks to the grad students at ICP, and more at Notre Dame. I’ve found time to see pretty things and grand ideas, and it’s good. Time is good. Here’s a quote to remind me what it’s all about:
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