Ed Ruscha

ed ruscha

(on the road show at the

denver art museum)

Summer.Park.Collage

Ed Ruscha

I can't rememberwhen I first discovered Ed Ruscha, 

but I do remember loving every single thing about him right away.

His story, his language, his style, his humor. All of

it made perfect sense to me. I find a strange compass in

what I know to be true. And Ed Ruscha, to me, is true

blue.

The Uncertain Trail, 1986, Ed Ruscha

Summertime

alexander wang sweater

from Creatures of Comfort

rachel comey shoes

from la garconne

Venice Beach mood

* Venice Beach *

* Ed Ruscha *

Endless White

One afternoon I heard endless white by Flying Lotus. I thought instantly of Agnes Martin. And the way I feel about her. End l e s s white. When I sew embroideries I reference her work. "Reinterpreting."

I first learned about her during my peak obsession with tape. All kinds of tape, all kinds of art made of tape. Books, surfaces, quilting and layering. I think you can see why my interest in tape would lead me to love her work. I love that it's so organized, painstaking, and - if you want it to be- referential.

There used to be a wall-sized painting installed near the entrance to the Philip's Collection in Washington D.C. The paint was applied in a layered, tape-like effect. You couldn't tell what it was made of until you were within inches. Just Within inches ... I put a pink heart-shaped balloon in front of the painting, took a polaroid, and got in trouble. You couldn't miss it.

Agnes Martin was a loner. Sometimes I'm afraid to admit that I'm a bit of a loner myself, but then I realize what a good time I am having and say 'f**k it.' I like to think we'd have a lot in common.

"My paintings are not about what is seen. They are about what is

known forever in the mind."

Agnes Martin .