What Kind of Art?

After so many years working with ink and washi in Japan Mr. Hathaway finds himself in a situation not unlike Frank Lloyd Wright designing the second Imperial Hotel - Foreigners looking at the hotel said, “So very Japanese.” Japanese said, “So very foreign.”

Mr. Hathaway studied oil painting and worked in the art business in New York before escaping to Japan and taking up the tools and materials of ink painting, using them to create a new world.

His exhibition, Naked Again, will show a dozen new works, ink on Japanese paper, landscapes for the most part.

If you find yourself in Tokyo at the end of October, please stop by!

Open this weekend and the first weekend of November.

the walls

I was about to hang my new exhibition and was struck by the condition of the walls. they have been red for a number of years and were exciting, but have started to look old.

It is time for a change. Above is the before picture.

October Exhibition!

Preparing my October show I am discovering things I had forgotten. soon I will start putting them on the wall.

This years exhibition will be the last weekend of October and the first weekend of November. Please stop by.

Working with washi

Uragami!, “back paper,” thin strong washi wet mounted to the back of an ink painting to make it stronger, brighter and to flatten it out.

I know summer is ending when I find myself preparing new paintings for my October show.

August

Summer’s big heat has broken. I used to fly to America for my mother’s birthday. The days getting sorter, summer nearly gone.

In Tokyo, early to work. A month of painting every day. I start to remember. not me, my fingers.

Fresh Goat Meat Daily

Last weekend’s exhibition went fine, thank you. People asked about the sign.

I lived in Flatbush, Brooklyn, in the early 80’s, attending graduate school at Brooklyn College. Every day I passed a meat shop. In front of the shop was a large sign that read, “Fresh Goat Meat Daily!”

Growing up in a small town upstate I did not see goat meat in the grocery. One man in town had goats, but i don’t remember him selling the meat. Perhaps he did.

To be confronted by a large and aged sign advertising it fresh daily… Was it really fresh? New goat meat every day? I loved the sign, but I didn’t believe it.

You shouldn’t believe mine as well.