A friend is curating a group show that's opening at the Lucy Florence Gallery on January 17. She asked me if I'd like to participate, and, well, now I'm in over my head.
I'm doing a piece called "Aleph" (which has nothing at all to do with Wallace Berman), that's really just the Hebrew letter painted in my interpretation of a Japanese calligraphy style.
The problem is that the style I'm attempting to imitate was perfected by great masters who spent years practicing their craft. I've had maybe two weeks, and it's been a long time since my last painting class in high school, when the focus was other people's graffiti books anyway.
Why did I bring this up? Because if you're in town I'm inviting you to have some free wine and cheese—perhaps even fruit—and look at artwork by some other people that'll probably be good. Also, I believe that hard work is its own reward; so while my "Aleph" may indeed be pretty crappy when all is said and done, I've put a lot into it, and it feels good.