Tuesday, March 31, 2009

so many faces.

Monday, March 30, 2009

inspiration like a rocket.


My feet are gold
I dance in chalk
I shake
I shake
I shake.

New ideas for a new series of etsy paintings.
"Stories"

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Sunday Smile.



I am trying for one.
(and yes I have posted this before but that won't stop me from doing it again)

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Neglecting you.

Hmm.
I've been neglecting my "secret" blog here a bit.
What do you want to know..
What can I say?
I've been busy.
This upcoming Friday the studio blog comes back.
I am not sure what that will entail.
I just don't know if I can give advice anymore..
Right now I feel like taking all my art off of myspace and replacing it with my photographs.
I don't know what has come over me.
I have been so busy and now I am not but really I am, it seems I am always busy, because I am always blowing something off that I should be doing. So then it is always lurking in the back of my mind. Oh well that is life.
Here is a music video. I hope you enjoy it.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Armed with a list and she means it.



Notice how it does not say anything about putting my studio back together.
Hm....
Laundry is in..
What's next.

Monday, March 23, 2009

In boxes


The studio is out of the gallery
but not yet up the steep stairs
It is in boxes, in pieces, and all around me.
Today- I am paralyzed.
So many things I should do but I just can't seem to move.
I will allow myself this today.
and begin again.

That's a promise...

Friday, March 20, 2009

filled with secrets

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The freshest...

These new works were created while working in my studio installation as part of my current exhibition Selective Evidence at the ddp gallery.


A Small Map of the Past
20x20"
mixed media on canvas
Megan Chapman 2009
(sold today while drying in the gallery window!!)


Desire Suspended
20x16"
mixed media on canvas
Megan Chapman 2009
SOLD!


The Connection is Sealed
24x30"
mixed media on canvas
Megan Chapman 2009
SOLD!


A Promise
30x24"
mixed media on canvas
Megan Chapman 2009
SOLD!

Sunday, March 15, 2009

sunday never ends...

Friday, March 13, 2009

Revisitation



"Oh, how I love you
And in the evening, when we are sleeping..."

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

tonight is just fine...



"If you want something don't ask for nothing,
if you want nothing don't ask for something!"

Monday, March 9, 2009

Selective Evidence: The opening



if you want to see it bigger

How much happiness can you take?



Daffodils from my front yard, grown from the bulbs I planted.
I picked myself a bouquet as I returned from a morning walk.
Soon I am going to the coffee shop, then the gallery, and then I will paint while I listen to only the best music and plan my next move.

What is your next move?

Sunday, March 8, 2009

It's glorious...



sun, rain slicked roads, birds singing, flowers blooming, trees budding out, people buying art, another year older, and for now, today, yesterday, and the day before this is the ticket. I hope tomorrow will bring more of the same...

Friday, March 6, 2009

a good feeling and more to come.


I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.
-Frida Kahlo

Thursday, March 5, 2009

This is art.



"I'm not a drowning man!
And I'm not a burning building! I'm a tumbler!
Drowning cannot hurt a man!
Fire cannot hurt a man. Not the Government Man.

All I want is to breathe [Thank you. Thank you.]
Won't you breathe with me?
Find a little space...So we move in-between
And keep one step ahead of yourself."

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

a talisman of sorts...







this used to work...

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

for you...



Monday, March 2, 2009

White Chalk

Today I clean and gather up the 15 pieces of "Selective Evidence" for my next solo exhibition at the DDP gallery in Fayetteville Arkansas. After I take the work over there today, this evening I will move two easels, two light stands, my paint stand, my cubby (where I keep my supplies in order) and I will to the best of my ability recreate my studio in the galleries space. It is all about stories; people love stories. They want to see the tools, the paint splattered, they want to see into the little window of my soul. They want to see that place where they usually are not allowed. Step into the process. From then on when they see my paintings they will remember my paint encrusted easel, the brand of oil paint I use, the blotter paper scattered on the floor, the music that is always in the air. They will have a picture and a story. I hope they take paintings home too.

There will be pictures of course later. Practicalities.
Pieces of Evidence scattered across the ether, because you need a story too.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

I am just...


I am just smeared mascara
bruises and a bottle of beer
Something you can log in and out of
Something to help you disappear
(as I disappear too...)

All that's left of me is fiction
Just a flicker on your screen
Just a far away story
Just a lonely person's dream

In the dark the glow won't save me
In the dark its all the same
Another day another tomorrow
Another story to keep you entertained

I am just
too much time
I am just
a list of chores
I am just
a phone I will not answer