Our country was built on an independent attitoove.
Now lets hear it for our founding sisters, whoever they were…
The lovely Amanda.
Looking back over the past several years of picture making it’s easy to see a pattern of ups and downs in my images, of cools and warms, of dim expressionless faces, formally presented in a mature and careful gray only to be followed by sun-lit periods of young and glowing toothy smiles. My diaries put this emotional see-saw into words – but I find that my pictures are a lot more fun to look at. My God! Could it be…I think it could…I’m only human after all.
Inspiration is a mysterious thing that comes and goes seemingly of it’s own accord. Somehow it magically allows you to work at a higher level. Officially, Inspiration (according to the Greeks – let’s go to source here) descends onto us mere mortals via a direct message (wait, they had twitter? – huh? ) from Apollo or Dionysus (The party God that makes you say, “I’m so drunk and I have the most amazing idea for some art right now”) or via a muse. The muses were sort of like ancient Halstonettes that would appear out of clouds of smoke from invisible smoke machines in order to get your artistic juices flowing. Usually they did this in flowey layered chiffon numbers a la Halston. There were nine of these girls, let’s see, there was Calliope, Terpsichore, then there was…the red headed one, and then blah-badee-blah and the tall one with the nose, and well whoever the rest were they were all totally gorgeous, but the most fabulous and inspiring of all the muses was called Pat Cleveland. That’s it basically it in a nutshell – a little ancient history there for you, kids. But the thing about inspiration is that these days, you never know who is going to let it loose on you. The muse thing is a very equal opportunity type of mystical occupation now-a-days. Example: James. He was trouble, but I have to admit – he really could inspire…
Go for it when it strikes – cause it sure don’t last.
Get some Billy art here and help out the cause! Here’s my donation – available at auction:
“El Patriota”– 2015
Digital Image with Enameled Iron Frame
TABLE is holding an art benefit December 14, 2015 at El Barrio Art Space PS109. The gallery reception will launch the silent auction of donated pieces we’ve curated from artists around the world. All funds collected by TABLE’s auction will benefit Harlem School of the Arts (HSA).
El Barrio Art Space resonates with TABLE as it is a new artist residence and artistic center located in Spanish Harlem. At a time when NYC is undergoing a diversity audit of its public arts institutions, we couldn’t think of a better cause, time, place or way to do this necessary work.
The auction includes donations from artists such as: Bachman Brown Clem, Barron Claiborne, Billy Erb, Bradley Theodore, Carlos Aponte, Charlotta Janssen, Ian Jopson, Junichi Kumano Koido, Kevin Bright, Markus Wilhelm, Nick Turner, Ray Diesnyc, Raymond Martinez, Richard Alvarez, Richard Stuart Perkins, Roberto Patella, Ruben Natal Miguel, Sophia Dawson, Valincy-Jean Patelli, and more
*We will also have a Stand With Bern STAND where guests can get information, make online donations, and ‘feel the Bern’ of our favorite candidate.
AUDIO INSTALLATION by DJs Belinda Becker, Lady Bunny, Nita Aviance and Will Automagic
CULINARY EXPERIENCE by Cleaver Co/Greenmarket
SPECIAL PERFORMANCE by Kevin Aviance
In association with Ubikwist Magazine
*image by artist Ian Jopson
Chinese Malia 2010
I’m proud of the things I’ve learned.
I’m proud to love animals.
I’m proud to remember childhood.
And I’m proud to study color, I love colors. Who doesn’t? Colors are fascinating.
I’m proud to know grace personally.
I’m proud to call talent and inspiration by his first name.
I’m proud to be old school.
And I’m proud to introduce you all to some new school. Meet Steve – a one to watch.
I’m proud to aim high with my art.
And I’m proud of my pictures.
I’m proud of all my pictures, and sometimes, they can be very gay…
I don’t feel proud just to be gay though, I never have. Being gay is the easiest part of all. Being the rest of me is what I try to be proud of. Sometime’s it’s hard but lessons are hard to learn and I am generally a know it all who tends to be a scene stealer. Nuf said.
Gay pride – I love fireworks and I love a parade. It’s a good day for me.