while i dont get to see her much anymore, ill always be greatful for the time i spent apprenticing Artist Leslie Adams.
Leslie was in the first class of the New York Academy of Art, after winning a scholarship based on her drawings. Adams recently had a retrospective at the Toldeo Museum of Art.
As my painting continues to evolve, I will always be greatful for the basis of technic i learned from Leslie. Perhaps most importantly, I witnessed at an early age that becoming a working artist was possible.
check out her site at leslieadams.com
A woman’s face, with nature’s own hand painted,
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
Which steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created,
Till nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she pricked thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love, and thy love’s use their treasure.
By William Shakespeare
Just found this figure study in oil from when I was 19. While im not too impressed with my younger self's preservation skills (Crumbled up and off the stretcher bar) I am impressed with the painting skills.
My wall of inspiration used to be more of a clutter wall tape exsplosion. Now I just have a few small paintings one from my Goddaughter on the top ( great sense of color and so young!) and One from Alicia Solo (The Beautiful Bodies) Also a vintage family photo and tiny miniture oil and gold leaf piece that I did. To left is an installation I like to call "the buzzer that hasnt worked in 30 years" :)
listening to the black keys
blending melodies with paint
on the sound
smelling the sound
hearing the color
love the mixture
that comes from
Detail of painting -progress oil on linen under painting
This photo was taken the week after I left Hawaii. Most of my work was left at galleries in Hawaii, however I did bring the tiny red painting that I was working on the moment I decided to leave. That same week I received a call from the Bay Area Vagina Monologues asking for a donation. Even though we had never met, they understood me and what I had been through just from looking at my work. Their fundraiser had "Red" in the title so I thought my lone small painting would be perfect so I sent it to them. You can see this painting on the right, behind my left shoulder.
I think artists of all kinds feel the most vulnerable when they are truely understood.
Detail of underdrawing for a new oil on linen work
I moved to NYC 5 years and a week ago. 4 days after I moved here I had my first and only solo bike accident without a helmet.. i completed my first week reconnecting with old friends covered in bandages.
I was so excited to do a group gallery show the first month I was in NYC with artists from all over the world in the LES organized by Alexandra Catalan.
Like a strong woman that captures you with her tenacity; NYC is opinionated and passive ...alluring and vile...passionate and chill... I am smitten and I dont think Ill ever leave her.
here is a photo of the underdrawing of my beautiful friend Cyrina that was the first painting I began in NYC 5 years ago today.
it seems like yesterday and a lifetime ago at the same time
"In The Loge is an 1878 Impressionist (oil) painting by American artist Mary Cassatt. It depicts a woman at the Garnier Opera using opera glasses to examine the audience, while she herself is being spied upon by another gentleman in the audience."