My mother was a watercolor painter. She painted outside in the trees. I used to joke with her that I couldn’t paint in the spring as it was too damned green. Springtime she would repeat it back to me – ‘Too damn green.’ and laugh.
The trees today reminded me of her.
Remembering I was also painting ink on canvas, for the ShiSui Festival Exhibition, in a great old Sake Kura, out near Narita.
I will have an exhibition at Park West Galleries on West Broadway in Soho, New York in April.
I understand some of my works are already on the gallery wall.
I just sent three larger works, on canvas. Here are a couple detail photos.
Valentines day!
Warming in Tokyo, amd feeling like spring. I’m thinking about my April exhibition in New York.
As the year comes to a close I have been backing paintings that I have done this year. I remembered someting my teacher, Marshal Glasier at the Art Students League of New York, said, “A painting has three lives, One when you do it, one when you hang it on the wall, and one when you sell it and send it into the world.”
With Ink Painting there is another, the life when you back it and it is wet on the drying board. It looks as it had never looked before and will never look again.
It’s the season to put chisel to bamboo, and cut a new seal
