Dear Artist, Painters sometimes run into problems when they attempt larger works. This goes for artists who transpose smalls into bigs, as well as those who make bigs for their own sake. For many, bigs and smalls can appear to…
Dear Artist, The other night I was hobnobbing with some of my fellow wizards. As usual we were looking for any of the art genes that might hang out in our collective DNA. This time we were wondering just how…
Dear Artist, During the last week I’ve been back in the studio preparing for a solo show. I’m in here at about 6 in the morning and generally stick-handle through to about 10 in the evening. Sometimes there’s a short…
Dear Artist, On Wednesday a “Golden Girl” dropped by. Teyjah McAren is an acrylic specialist who lectures and does workshops. As her brand happens to be Golden Acrylics — the one I mostly use — I was interested. I’ve always…
Dear Artist, Yesterday, in the New York clubs — Salmagundi Art Students League, the Society of Illustrators — I was cruising historical and current members’ work, listening to wisps of conversation, digging in archives, wandering down memory lane. Howard Pyle…
Dear Artist, Floating through the Chelsea galleries, up and down the democratic elevators, through the mysterious doors where minimalist girls, like wax figures, sit at laptops in sparse foyers and do not acknowledge your presence. Where liveried guards suspect your…
Dear Artist, Across from the Frick Collection on 5th Avenue on the edge of Central Park between 70th and 71st streets there’s a small monument dedicated to Richard Morris Hunt, the one who designed the base for Frederic-Auguste Bartholdi’s Statue…
Dear Artist, It’s an ancient four-story walk-up in lower Manhattan. It could have been Moe Levy’s Underwear Manufactory where children worked pedal Singers and turned out thirty pieces an hour. Today it’s a trendy loft, high-ceilinged — north and south…