I'm keeping and creating a sketchbook while I'm here at the residency in Berlin, which I'm finding works in keeping the multiple ideas and influences floating around here in organized. You can also keep track of things progressing here in the studio...[here]
I wrote a few weeks ago about the artists that fueled my interest in painting during the early days in college. The artists that called Berlin home, Eugen Schönebeck,Georg Baselitz,and Ranier Fetting were artists featured in a show called Berlin Art that traveled to NYC in the mid 80's, and today the works that played so importantly then, were hanging up at the Berlinische Galerie. It seems like time has past so quickly, the works looked so fresh still, so alive, I almost thought I could smell the paint on a Schönebeck work. So up for a bit here at Takt painting off the energy of seeing the very work that in so many ways sparked this entire curiosity of mine for painting and for some of the ideas that came from seeing the artists of this great city... .
I received a nice write up on Bryce Hudson's blog called Contemporisticon. Bryce is an artist I stumbled happily upon via flickr. He makes wonderful work, is pro-active and always positive and full of energy, I'm really happy to call him a friend! I hope you all take a peak at the stuff he makes and highlights, he has a wonderful eye and a great aesthetic!
...things are starting, they had too, felt like I was awash in sleeping too much, in part to jet lag, but also to having a rock band every night below my bed playing intense german metal rock. I feel like I will work late here, I can't sleep with the bands cranking out at Jaegerklause. Bless the Deutschen for still believing that growling wagnarian metal is relevant, which I suppose can at times apply to being a painter in the 21st century. I may, perhaps, have more in common artistically with this music pumping in from below my residence here in Friedrichshain than I give credit...
Insomnia in einer Neumondnacht Im Zirkelschluss gefangen sein In altbekannten Konfusionen Ohne Nachschub an Konklusionen Eingeloggt und eingelocht Wiederholt wiedergekaut Nicht schlafen können Nicht aufhören können In einer leeren Neumondnacht Ist viel Ist alles viel zu viel Zum Schlafen viel zu vie
Die Gedanken haben Nachtrundgang Ich habe sie niemals zur Stecke gebracht So sind sie da und leiern ihr Lied Von all den Dingen, die ich je verlor Von Schlüsseln, Unschuld, guten Freunden Von Perspektiven, Kontoständen Manches nur vorübergehend Viel, viel viel dunkles Zeug Zu viel Zum Schlafen viel zu viel Zum Traeumen viel zu viel
Insomnia at new moon Imprisoned in circula reasoning In long familiar confusions No newly supplied conclusions Logged in and locked up Repeated and rehashed Unable to sleep Unable to stop On an empty night of the new moon So much, It's all much too much To sleep, much too much
The thoughts make their nightly round I've never hunted them down And they continue their same old rant About all the things I have lost About keys, innocence, good friends About prospects, account balances Some of which only in passing Much, much, much dark stuff Too much To sleep, much too much to dream, much too much
Starting to settle in at Takt here in Berlin Germany for the next three months, studio is a lot lot smaller than my old Ballard location, colder, and at night, a metal music club is below my floor, so I'm in for a tour of flavors. Met one of the other artists today from Brazil Mariana Coan. We chatted about the arts, the world and the differences in being Brazilian and being American over hamburgers at a Havana influenced bar, right here in the heart of Fredrichshain. Received one of the packages I mailed to myself today with a exploded bottle of paint inside, made for a interesting morning. Cleaning a pint of paint off of the rest of the supplies took up most of my morning. Oddly it actually put a smile on my face...