It's been a while since we last discussed a contemporary artist on here. So let's dive in to the work of someone you should definitely know about. If you're lucky you may already be familiar with the work of Yayoi Kusama, Queen of painting dots. Many people know of her or her work because of a recent piece which received much publicity and attention; Obliteration Room (see image below). The piece is relational and is activated by viewers covering an empty white room with colo

This week I had planned to talk about something else. However in light of recent events I think it's really important and necessary to tackle this difficult, cumbersome and uncomfortable topic. First off I want to say that I'm not an expert on race relations, I haven't figured this out and I don't have all the answers. I am writing this merely as an attempt to open and keep opening this conversation and to create a dialogue for anyone interested in being a part of this conver

A previous post I wrote about people labeling themselves as non artists made me want to share something about my own story that is relevant. Something I'm a little afraid to admit. I can't draw, or paint. To be clear- I know how to draw (and paint). At one point in my life I was able to visually replicate images or scenes on paper with graphite- however I lost this ability over ten years ago. Towards the end of high school I started experiencing symptoms that were misdiagnose

I was out and about in the world the other day, when a lightning bolt of inspiration hit me. I felt weak at the knees, giddy with excitement, my fingers itching to get to work immediately, my mind racing with planning, I needed to take some measurements, gather my materials, maybe do a test with my materials. As the day wore on any time my mind drifted to this idea I felt all giddy again. Like I was falling in love for the first time. Then it struck me, I've become so intimat