It couldn’t have come at a more inopportune time but the world doesn’t plan around your life. October 26th will be the reception to my show, INSOMNIA, along with Jaime Coffey Bateman—RED EARTH and Lynne Russo—THIS MOTHER FUCKER, at TAG Gallery in Los Angeles. While reformatting my studio/gallery/store at Crafted in San Pedro into a Paint Bar and also building out the gallery in Laguna Hills’ Open Market OC, I managed to pull together seven to ten more pieces during the wee hours of the morning—giving strength to the notion that insomnia is my friend.

I know. Insomnia can be pretty open-ended and could be considered a cop out theme name. So here’s my argument: I was worried that I might not be able to attain the same heightened imagination as when I was sleeping, on average, only thirty hours a week or less. I thought that sleeping seven-plus hours every night would make my brain mushy.

Yes. There was about six months where I was so well-rested and getting my blood sugar back to survivable that my brain and my art was like cooked Quaker Oats. Getting back into the routine of doodling every morning and letting my ink pen flow without forethought and judgement on the drawing, “it” finally started to flow. And then, all of a sudden, I had so much creativity and need to create pieces, that I became a little ADD in the painting department. This last piece is how I felt about getting my mo-jo back. Titled Continental Flight, I barely finished it in time for the show. Tired and happy… but not sleepy!