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The Cuban Macaw, Extinction & Whatnot

I’ve had the Vestibule Gallery lined up for a couple months now. The space is prime; located right on Congress Street in downtown Portland, ME. I haven’t even had a solo show in Portland since 2005 and that was in a coffee shop. Needless to say I’ve been trying to put something good together, to the point where I’d have to say I was overthinking it. 

Finally, I started to think about my life a bit more, and my career a bit less and realized that I’ve burned a bunch of bridges this year. Maybe this isn’t a good thing, but maybe it isn’t bad either. I’ve been able to focus my attention on my family and my work. I’ve started to think of friends that you can keep and maintain without a whole lot of effort to maintain a persona as “rare birds.”  
Concurrently, I realized that I really wanted to make some work about our dying habitat. I pulled back a bit and started to work with extinct varieties of birds; species upon which we’ve burned the bridge. To speak more specifically on our impact on these species I’ve started to work with man-made patterns which take over the picture planes. 
Here are a few images of the piece I’ve started for the Cuban red headed macaw. 

The show is coming up in March and the work needs to be completed in the next month and a half, so I should have a few updates between now and then. 
Peace
-Mike
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Where Did I Leave Off

UThis summer has been so very trying on my creativity. I took a job in an art gallery and seemingly lost my creative mojo. There were so many works around me, very few of which I wanted to feel any influence by, and on the whole my little brain has felt completely an utterly overwhelmed. Compounded with the amount of time that the job takes up I feel like I have been in for it. 

This morning I woke up with a piece in my head though. I haven’t in a while, but I know that when I do there is some soup about to get made. I’m off to the soup. I figured that if I couldn’t figure out where I was going it was probably because I never got to where I was headed with the last body of work. Sometimes I forget that a new series of work doesn’t have to concern an entirely new approach or concept. Sometimes it can just be a matter of the growth of your ideas. And so I have returned to the succulents with the tessellations, albeit a bit smaller this time, and my heart feels light. I know I’m doing something right tonight. 
I’m excited to see what the studio brings tomorrow. Peace. 
-Mike