When I looked out the window and saw the sun, I couldn’t believe me peepers. New York’s heavens have been watching the poignant moment of a chick flick on repeat for two fortnights. After a heaping bowl of meat sauce, Tim and I set out for a bohemian day on Fifth Avenue, and a festival of mustache’s, coffee, beers and art commenced.
This post marks my first process, shown prior to the completion of the canvas. I started out with a quick Sharpie sketch, with compositional advice from Tim.
As Paul and I would say, I am laying the groundwork to go “drop off an exhibit at the” you know what.
“Pardon me sir, but I must have this canvas!”
Did you know that the sky and the road are both straight from the tube blue?
Stupid salmon, it’s as if my sunglasses make every shade of orange materialize like a nice uncooked fish.
It feels like a strange, 1950′s acid trip… back when our color was relegated to pointillist recreations wrapped inside of Bazooka’s Joe.
As the tour bus drives by, “and look, that man is painting the Guggenheim. Painting the Guggenheim.”
“But that’s not the color of the Guggenheim.” Many a’protest started with this statement. I also counted three people who stopped in front of my canvas, opened up a map, and asked, “Where is the Guggenheim?”
The building finds its windows.
At this point, I had calls in from Erin, Pace and Ben – a hipster gathering of reading, writing, drawing and snarky commentary was minutes away.
Lego my Eggo wall drawing with crooked lines.
Ah Frank Lloyd Wright, you designed this building with your own two hands.
Full shadow in the addition to the Guggenheim… constructed well after the original by a different architect, under the same original design and plan as envisioned by FLW. (Thank you for the news tidbit anonymous nice stranger.)
“I am wearing my Andy Warhol shirt to draw attention to myself. Look for potential buyers. Can you grab me a beer?”
Last selected for kickball, first to win a gold star in art class.
It’s all white, it’s all white, it’s all white, it’s all white, there’s green, in myserious places.
More shading in the same general direction.
Pass a brother a sharpie.
Good question Pace, where are all the whores on 89th and Fifth Avenue?
And here is where the ball lies… I will post the final when completed, for now, this thing is going to dialogue with my living room wall.