I’m so happy. There are birds singing outside my window. It’s like I’m in a Disney feature from 1939. “Hello little squirrel.” “Good morning, Coco!!” All the animals in the garden will follow me into the studio today and whistle while I work.
I’ve shot a brand new body of work that I’ll be printing this week and next. It feels so good to feel good about what I’m doing, and to be on a new aesthetic path. I’m into pretty these days, still with an eye on disturbing, maybe jarring, but pretty nonetheless. Beautiful and disturbing is what I long for, but today, just beauty.
I do hope you all can come to my show in late May–it’s my first solo show in San Francisco since 2000. It’ll run through Gay Day, so if you’re in the ‘hood, let me know and I’ll give you a guided tour. If you can’t come, send a friend. A friend with deep pockets. And hairy forearms.
Now I’m going to throw on my studio gown and waltz down to my studio in my glass slippers, golden cape, and velvet beret…