The economics of wording ones media.

This pic took about 8 months to work out. It's on what's becoming one of my favorite weaves of silk, 24 momme charmeuse. The weave is extraordinarily right for layering tones and retaining color. Color is everything on silk. Subtlety and intensity are its' primary assets over oil painting. But it does take longer to create.

While there need be no comparison, silk does things and oil does things; I experience significant medium bias. I recently blinded the viewers of my art gallery submissions. I omitted the word "Silk" from my media labels. I sent out about fifty art gallery submissions to no avail as silk paintings, then I sent out ten submissions omitting the information that the painting was on silk, and got one acceptance per the first ten (I will soon send more, but that's it for this spurt).

Official myopic study results: 0:50 "Silk painting," 1:10 "painting."

The above painting is 34x50" in dyes on charmeuse. The lighting's a smidge hot at the center. I am currently working on another one similar in scope, and yet another of an entirely different series, crisper and cooler, and one crepe de chine not charmeuse. The difference between Baroque and Modern in effect by the media in the weaves and depth of color reception.

I was accepted by the jury for the Arsenal Center for the Arts Members Show. It will be open soon through the Holidays in the new art center, URL http://arsenalarts.org I urge you to check out this enormous and bold, new space.

That's the report for now. Thank you for everything, and peace to all.

The Only Thing That Stays The Same

Pardon my brevity, but there is not much time to write. Perhaps that's the scoop: I'm too busy to write! The rock stars are loving me. The critics can't get enough. I'm being showered with love or money. I can't stop too long to write, I have to pack for Paris where I have an opening on Friday night.

Well, not exactly. But I am too busy to write a cogent article tonight.

Did a landscape in pastel. Submitted the landscape to the foundation I volunteer at for a holiday card. Found some misplaced boxes of artwork I'd forgotten about. Those would be the highlights since I last wrote. Low notes, there were plenty, too.

Planning my next submissions which must be completed in advance of the deadline because I am too booked!

Argh! I must go!

NOLA revisited, 2006: a public school art teachers need

A friend of mine is a New Orleans public school art teacher. She started the school year with almost NO ART SUPPLIES! They're going on three weeks, and still drawing with pencils on paper. Not to say that's bad for serious artists to do that, but kids? Ha!

A year ago, they were still dying on the streets of New Orleans. They were still burying babies who died of dehydration, from the incompetence of a cruel and soulless government. Hey, don't blame the president: his mother raised him that way. No, seriously. I never heard a more wicked woman than Barbara Bush uttering not to worry about those people in New Orleans, they all wanted to move to Texas anyways.

Historians oft remark that Marie Antoinette didn't actually say, "Let them eat cake!" but I heard Barbara Bush say it in her own voice on the air. Matron of the Evil Empire. Question: how did she ever find Carl Rove without raising him herself? She must have minion. Anne Rice wrote all about them; now I remember.

If you want to help my friend get art supplies for her children, please click the link above for details how to send money or materials to her school. Or get in touch with me if you're a local, let me know and I'll add them to my care package.

Be well and God bless you with creativity and love.

Welcome! My artist in progress page...

Hi, all! Here's the latest view of my finished painting. I haven't been much one to chart the course of production. I guess you could say it makes me feel like a show pony to prove my work like that. It reminds me of a former life, charting human behaviours, seeking all correlatives to control manias and disease, then in another era, charting for the maximal effectiveness. God bless Dr. Kunio Kinjo, he was a master at behavioural science and I was lucky enough to work under him a while. Anyhow, back to my form and discourse of art that this blog's about, here's a pic above, Copyright 2006 Kirstin Ilse Reagan, all rights reserved.

I am waiting to find out if I made it into the MBA for artists program... I kind of like waiting to hear if I was accepted. The uncertainty of facing a jury with my artwork doesn't usually matter to me, but I actually want this one, so the course is one of feeling. The hardest part of the whole application was paring my essay down to 500 words. I think I have not written an email in years of as few words, let alone an essay! I do not have to wonder whether it sounded choppy. You try inserting meaning into 500 words.

I set out to draw this evening, but within minutes my backwards neighbors were burning down their house, which brought on an allergy attack. Remember when they said "Back yards not back wards?" Well, these are my back wards neighbors I refer to, except they are in my back yard. ;p

I got one quick sketch of my mojo, my piled up area of stuff that I create with. Instead of putting everything away to draw, this time I just drew the mess I normally posess, allergy tabs included. Four types of allergy tabs later, I was beginning to overcome the awful allergy attack, but the medicine was getting to me. It was more damned if I don't.

Be well, that's it for tonight's fare.