fanatic fury of fine photography

So, I'm attacking this August art show like Bear Grylls on the side of an ice cliff with nothing to eat but frozen grub eyeballs. So far, I have 18 frames to fill, and I had planned for 20. I think I'll force myself to edit out two images. It's going amazingly well, but the limited space is going to be a buzz kill for my artstardom. I really have enough for a solo show. Actually, I'm pursuing a solo show with this set because it needs to be done. I've got a meeting with Kimber over at Modified Arts after the show goes up. I'm hoping she's into this work like she has been my other stuff. I think I slipped by showing off my newer work that's being shown in Seoul right now, and she may opt to show it instead.

To add to the success irony, that new series of gestural nudes has me up all night building overlay layers in Photoshop CS3 (the best, most addictive visual stimulation since the Purple-Jesus Acid of 1994). Those will be coming soon. I don't want to build too much momentum, overriding the huge set of documentary-ish photos I just spoke of.

Anyway, framing those 18 prints and rewriting my artist's statement is all that is left, besides actually hanging the work. It is going to be a great show, my first time being paired with Farrell Yancy.

If you know of any Phoenix based photographers looking for a gallery to show in - send them my way! We are reviewing portfolios soon to fill a vacancy at Gallery 8.

My fellow Phoenix artstars Kris Sanford and Brendan Regan just had very successful shows up at Eye Lounge and the Kitchenette, respectively. I'm becoming part of a pretty cool club in Phoenix. My roommate and beloved friend Jen Laffoon just had her first solo show in NYC. She shmoozed with some super artstars up there. It's ironic how small of a world the photography gang inhabits.

Anyway, enough of this bullshit. I swear that the promised flood of preview images will be up soon. I just keep getting sidetracked with the printmaking.