channeling my inner punk (rocker)
I just finished reading Patti Smith’s Just Kids. It's a fun, charming and endearing memoir and makes my path from Seattle to LA to NYC that much more valid. I relate to her idiosyncrasies, her reflections, her early experiences as an artist, her quirky taste, and her curatorial process of the ordinary. I often think of the same questions she poses about her own work, about her relationships, and about her environment. It's definitely a must read for artists.
Ms Smith's early relationship with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe causes me to think about my current relationships in a different way. This year, I've been fortunate enough to build strong friendships with a number of successful artists and small business owners. In regards to the small business owners, although some of these folks don't consider themselves ‘artists’, I very much see them as intense and focused creators. There is an admirable quality to the way these friends approach their craft of business. I find their approaches to be filled with unconventional passion, order, intense focus and no bullshit approaches- qualities that I applaud and appreciate.
Being in the presence of these artist/entrepreneurs there's a whollotta learning through osmosis going on. What impresses me the most about them isn't so much their accomplishments and profit margins, but their overall positive presence, uncommon methods and being genuinely awesome human beings.
2010 was full of unimaginable greatness: moving to NYC, obtaining an ideal artist day job & some rad ass freelance opportunities, traveling, being consistently inspired, building with some high quality individuals, observing my grandfather’s recovery (from near death to being discharged from the hospital), building with folks in Haiti, learning, rare romances, winning fellowships and a surreal sense of newness added to daily recipes.
2011 feels like such a blank canvas
and the unknown has never looked so alluring.
























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