A solid three early morning hours of art work, a rambling circle from the Hill to the Square in search of a book to finally find it a block from where I started, an unexpected chat with an old friend, a break in the clouds over the Olympic Mts. bathing them in glorious light even as the drizzle continues here, and now, grilled cheese, tomato soup, a cardigan, and “Hornblower & the ‘Hotspur’”.  While not what you might refer to as a “perfect” day, it looks pretty amazing from the dead of winter in the Great Northwest.

"The Treaty", 2010, part of the series "Negotiaions & Lovesongs", basis for new piece "The War of the Spanish Succession"

Oh, god, I just blogged about having a sandwich.

Ace of Clubs, acrylic & paper collage on canvas, 2009

I recently discovered the major pitfall of reading a book on the culinary history of New Orleans: my stomach has become convinced I have moved to the desolate places and it will soon wither from starvation unless I find it some andouille and tasso gumbo right now. Or crawfish etouffee. Or fried oysters on a loaf of Gambino bread.
The other drawback of course is a sudden craving for mayonnaise.

Core Sample

Emerging from the final push to finish the submission from Slaughterhaus Rose for Brooklyn's very own Art House Co-op Sketchbook Project, I find that Core Gallery (the gallery representing Caudled Milk now) got a mention in City Arts Magazine. The group show will be up for viewing through the end of the month and my solo show will be in June. More on that to come!

detail from "Samson & Delilah", on view at Core Gallery

Country Irish like we used to do

My latest collaboration with Dubh Ros has just been uploaded to Vimeo; a video I made for a composition of his remixing the tracks from the Nam June Psyche/Slaughterhaus Rose freakout back in July.



You can also watch a video of the original performance on the NJP website here
Because we called that track "the Speckled Band" (based on the Arthur Conan Doyle's story and the gypsy idea of roaming the country recording with artists) the thought of snakes and in particular Ouroboros were what came to mind. Dubh listened to each individual track during a flight to NYC and so the loops and clouds below brought to mind a drone in flight. We suggest headphones.

Core Gallery

This First Thursday Art Walk stop by Core Gallery, a non-profit art gallery that is now representing my work. The gallery is located at 117 Prefontaine Pl S, Seattle, WA in the TK Arts Building.

Can't make it? No worries; the next night, Fremont First Friday, finds work by Caudled Milk on display at Fremont Abbey in a collage group show.

And now a message for our friends behind the lines:
Saint Liguori fonda Naples