Ready

Today Joel and i set up my exhibition space at the Contemporary Art Show NYC. I'm excited, but slightly nervous about the next three days. I'm overwhelmed with gratitude for the people who have surrounded me with love and support. It means a great deal to me.

 Thank you!!!! And thank you to my amazing right hand man, my fiancé Joel.

Next week it's onto an awesome 3 person show at the Blank Canvas Gallery in New Hope, PA and then the "Gifted" show at the Art Trust in west Chester. 

It's a crazy run but I'm honestly just relieved that the whip at my back to create(!) is quiet for the time being. This group of work has been particularly hard for me. And I really really need some sleep.

Upcomming Exhibitions

Contemporary Art Fair NYC

Friday, October 25 Noon-7pm
Saturday, October 26 10am-7pm
Sunday, October 27 10am-4pm

ADMISSION

Adults $14
Seniors $13
Students $8
Children under 10 free!
Cash only at the door.

LOCATION

Jacob Javits Center-North
11th Avenue & 39th Street
New York, NY 10014

I will be in booth at booth 229 and I would love to see you there!

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then the following weekend:

"Seraphina"

I recently wrote a blog called Seraphina and spoke of my intent to dedicate a painting to the subject.  Here she is...

copyright EBCBrown,LLC'13

Art scam- Saudi Arabia

I recently almost fell prey to an art scam that would have cost me at least $5,000 in inventory. If it sounds too good to be true, it sadly often is. What kind of sick person would prey on artists?! In my case it was a guy named "Rasheed" from Saudi Arabia who almost had me fooled. If other artists hadn't posted their similar experiences online, I'd be fit be to tied right now.

Please read the link below, artists.

It's a credit card fraud. They get your artwork and you get nothing. Terrible!!!

http://blog.artweb.com/how-to/art_scam_email/

In the studio

This is a photograph of me in my messy studio taken by photographer Jeremy Hess for Fig Magazine West Chester.

Seraphina

About 3 years ago I saw a news story online about a family in which everyone was killed- mother, children- except for the young girl, Seraphina. She survived because her older sister covered her as a human shield to the gun man (who I believe was an estranged relative).

She was the sole survivor. 

This story has ached upon my heart over the years.  Findind nothing to turn to in all of my googling but prayer, I still long to know that she's ok. In the current body of work that I'm relentlessly pursuing to finish for next week , you will find a painting attributed to her. Though I 

know it can't even begin to capture what she's been through- it is me (a stranger who is deeply longing for her well being)'s expression of empathetic grief over the situation.

Oh sweet child- may God give you much comfort and may love and peace abundantly surround you.

Rising from the ashes

The past sometimes haunts me. Mistakes I've made, hurts, people once so important in my life- no longer a part of it...

Experiences at a taste, smell or a glance of mistaken identity...

There was a time in my life when I indulged creatively in reliving these heartbreaks and letting the festering explode into catharsis...

But now, I have my family. God has given me an enormous gift.

Those shivers down my spine, old pains that somehow still hurt after all this time, unfinished stories...

They have become a distraction. They do not feed my hunger to create they just ache. They deter me from doing my work. What ambles up as emotional creative fodder splinters and breaks leading nowhere productive. Just that old pain relived again.

Now, I spill my heart as best I can, not to unrequited love, loss, heartbreak, or regret.

i aim to spill my heart upon much more deserving alters.

Sometimes there are sad aspects- but let  them not be of regret or loss from the now distant past. Let me grasp hold of the grace given to me and all the joys of my life. Let them not be overshadowed by painful memories or old heartaches. I have suffered them enough. The world does not need to hear about them anymore. And neither do I.