Layers of Time

Layers of Time” opens today at Upstream Gallery, and will remain on view through July 25. Three of my pieces are part of the show, including the drawing pictured here. The exhibition title feels particularly apt, not just to my work, but to the way we’ve been moving through the past year and a half… (What is time?!)

Hastings-on-Hudson is a quick train ride or drive out of the city if you’re in New York and looking for an excursion up the Hudson Valley. I took advantage of my drive up to drop off the artwork by hiking at Blauvelt State Park that afternoon as well; it was refreshing to be surrounded by so much green! Upstream Gallery is an artist-run space; I met a couple of the members and they were very friendly and welcoming.

PaperWorks 2021: Layers of Time
July 1–25, 2021
Hours: Thursdays–Sundays, 12:30-5:30pm
Upstream Gallery
8 Main Street, Hastings-on-Hudson, NY 10706

Untitled (layered meditation), ink on paper, 18×24 inches, 2020
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winter drawings: special offer

Through May 1st, I’m making a selection of my recent winter drawings available for discounted / pay-what-you-wish pricing to anyone subscribed to my email list. I aim to send a studio update on a quarterly-ish basis. You’re invited!

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books (2020)

The stereotype of bookish people being homebodies always seemed true, except that after a year with nearly 10 months worth of home-bodying what really strikes me when typing this list are the visceral memories I have of the places (not at home) that I read the first seven or so books of 2020: Now, Now, Louison at The Commons Chelsea – drinking a latte from a mug, indoors in a tiny cafe around the corner from work on a break. How Should a Person Be? in a mostly-empty afternoon pub on a day I got off early after working an event late early in the week, where I stopped for lunch on the way to my studio. The food was bad but the bartender was nice. Say Nothing sitting or standing in the subway, drawing me in so much that I hardly noticed packed and noisy train cars on my commute.

Little Woman was a book I read (and loved) multiple times in elementary school but hadn’t read since. Like many others, I re-visited it in advance of Greta Gerwig’s film retelling which I then went to see/cry through by myself in a movie theater at a matinee showing, which was the last time I was in a movie theater at this point. (Little Women bonus content: this podcast episode, and this one built around these essays)

In the peak of early spring anxiety and non-stop sirens outside, I turned to poetry when my attention span couldn’t handle more than a line at a time – Mary Oliver, paying attention as liturgy – and novels or memoirs written staccato-like with short chapters or shorter paragraphs that kept things moving briskly along (Dept. of Speculation, Ongoingness). Scriptorium was my favorite poetry collection I read this year.

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