Author Archives: michael

knitting from 2 nites ago. masked trickster god in the time-lapsed dance of the universe — human, hermaphroditic, whirling, making worlds, akin to shiva, or legba. yours, michael beacon hill, seattle

Jizo is the Buddhist boddhisatva for protecting children both here and in purgatory. In Japan, Jizo-san is the most popular god. Offerings of toys and found string bring luck to children, as well as dressing the statues in red caps … Continue reading →

You have one life to live. What to make of it, then? Moral / celebratory? Intense / relaxed? Memorable / anonymous? How about a lifetime’s worth of adjectives for life, discovered by you by experience, instead of compiling a list … Continue reading →

I am starting the journey of visiting MFA schools as of tomorrow, to USC and UCLA, and I have very simple requirements: That wherever I do attend, with the final goal to teach Art, they must think of painting and … Continue reading →

The institutional Art World – A chronically (and possibly necessary) elite structure, it is composed of a group of experts and professionals world-wide whose daily function is to fully describe “good” Art (a valuation function) and to market this good … Continue reading →

ah yes, michael

The art I create, the literal graphical symbology, is abstract-figurative expressionist with “primitive” and “surreal” inflections: human being anthropomorphs with stern, stark features like hallowed or protuberant eyes, bony body joints, rotund sex organs, and skin of muddied quality, often … Continue reading →

Art, as it’s created, is a living-in-the-moment phenomenon: you do it, it is now here, next there — detritus of and for History. Soon after, the critics come. Their opinions rise quite naturally, off the brain, automatically, in the fore … Continue reading →

I have noticed obsessive, and possessive, tendencies in making art. It usually goes like this: you dive into a piece, the piece gets invested over a long period of time with your skill and passion, sweat and blood (and precious … Continue reading →

it’s not that i even put credence into art object making anymore as being valid or not, as a worthy vocation on its own merits. it’s the actual life lived under the banner, the blanket, of being connected to the … Continue reading →