Interiors

Dinner party at President Street

My best friend Amy and I used to live in Park Slope, on President Street. We've become really good friends with the two ladies who've taken over our old apartment, so it feels like the place has stayed "in the family." The four of us try to meet up periodically and have dinner over at The Hearth on President to catch up. 

The menu this time was tacos, and they were amazing, but I was on a big time cleanse so I held back for the most part (womp, womp). Nicole, Leni and Amy have been incredibly supportive since my divorce and my move back to Brooklyn after LA and Houston-- and there's been nothing but total awesomeness re: this cleanse I'm on, which is actually pretty simple: no drinking (because I was drinking heavily ALL the time, whenever I was alone and bored, too) and no eating anything but protein and vegetables. Turns out you feel better when you're not drinking like a fish and eating like a pig. 

I took about an hour to do a quick sketch of the three of them at the dinner table while they were drinking the fun juice and eating the tacos: 

Incidentally, I was getting a lot of flack about my weight for a while from my dad. (He's not a bad dude- it's just a cultural thing. Ahhh, Korea.) Over the past year, I gained about...wait for it...20 pounds! CRAZY! I'm 5'2", so anything more than two pounds is quite noticeable on my small frame. I think I was loving drinking like a fish and eating like a pig, but also I am on a VERY high dosage of Abilify, an anti-psychotic notorious for causing weight-gain. It's also notorious for being awesome for bipolar people, so you just go with the flow sometimes. Anyway, the cleanse helped. Here's a picture of me from that night at The Hearth, where I'm striking distance of striking distance of my normal weight: 

You gotta read this email exchange I had with my brother and my dad which ensued after I sent them the picture:  

I guess I have cheekbones again and I look skiny. 

Ok, so may be I didn't post _everyday_

I sat in front of my computer yesterday just counting down the hours before I had to go and teach.  I am sort of in-between things in the studio at the moment, and I have models coming next week, but things are a bit slow and lethargic here right now. The good thing is that I did figure out what I'm going to do for my holiday cards (every year I try to do a holiday card....I've never actually succeeded in doing it though; I am determined to change that this year). Class last night was really fun. Here are some of my students. They are real clowns.

One thing that is difficult if you go to Mica is that you never really get to see teachers actually do their own work. That was so different from Water Street, where you could go and see Jacob work whenever he was painting in the next room or right next to you.  I decided to do a quick figure sketch in class so that people could see how I work. Here's what I did:

It wasn't the most beautiful angle, but I guess that's probably why I was able to squeeze in where I did (the room configuration is not that fortunate for us).  Lots of the students came by to take a look and asked me whether I had ever painted non-representationally before.  I actually painted abstractly before I went to Water Street and enjoyed it a great deal.  One of my students asked if I ever got tired of painting realistically.  I was really surprised to be asked that, because I never tire of it. It's like asking if I ever get tired of reading books, or listening to music or eating (well, may be not eating).  I understood from the student's perspective though: she was looking at the arts landscape and seeing that realism is just one little slice of it all-- and what a boring slice it is!  May be more later about why I don't find it boring. For now, it's time to do some painting.