Long time no see

I know, I know, why even have a blog if its, like, four months between posts?


Well, I've staying pretty busy like, with little shows here and there, and larger ones looming in the not so distant future. Currently, I just did a little project for Pump Project in Austin, a show called "Little Things," and I also have a few works available like Mr.Sleepy God over there to your left at Arthouse's "5×7?show here in Austin. Check it out soon - I think it goes down on June 3rd.

The most exciting thing that's happened is that the Okay Mountain collaborative project that we've been rocking since November of last year is going international, with two shows happening in Mexico City this year, one currently at the Galerķa Enrique Guerrero and another in November 2007. This show was made possible by a connection from our wayward Egyptian buddy Basim Magdy, who was the last show at the Mountain. For proof of our artwork's frequent flyer miles and further proof of a burgeoning international hipster monoculture, mira and click on the link that says pics


June should bring the months-in-the making new show at l-m-n-l gallery in downtown Austin that features a collaboration between myself, Lance McMahan, Bill Ivey, Dennis Hodges (he's currently in the "Ketchup Loves Hotdog" show, and Enoch Rios, so keep your eyes peeled and your ears pricked up for that one. Did I just say that?

Day of the Mural for Mom

One of my oldest friends in Tulsa, Susanne Barnard, asked me if I wanted to do a mural at the Living Arts gallery in downtown Tulsa as part of their Day of the Dead celebration- I thought it would be fun and meaningful to do one about my mother, Sara Lynn Crank Brown, and invite my younger sister Celia to do it with me- it was great to go through old photos and remember mom, share some funny times and sad times too. We still miss her greatly, but the pain isn't so sharp after seven years. In other words, it was the right time to do it.

On the mural I did of mom rising up out of her wheelchair (Celia said "She always hated that thing.") and into the light, I put the words of a family song that we sing during family reunions (at least I think we still do, I haven't been back since she died.):

I know it's true, it's oft time said

That when you're dead, you're long time dead

So I'm going to live in high 'til I die!

The song is actually about a black man who, when faced with having to live a life preparing for heaven or one that samples the secular joys of earth, decides in one huge rousing chorus that life is meant to be lived big, heaven be damned. My interpretation is slightly different from that: with these words I am thanking mom for encouraging me to live life as though we only have the chance this once, and from that point, all bets are off. No use in waiting for an uncertain future when it is all here now.

In addition to the photos and mural, my former wife Jenny Hart, who absolutely adored our mother, agreed to let us use the memorial embroidery that she gave to Celia shortly after mom died.

My second cousin Greg Gray took this fantastic photo of a mother surveying the installation- birth and death come full circle in a single moment- many thanks Greg.

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