Painting on Plexiglass - Do You?

I'm looking to feature artists who use Plexi, Acrylite, Lexan, etc. as a support/overlay with their painting. If you're interested, please email me at with the following:

1. How you got started with it (Out of canvas and no money? Intentionally sought it out? etc.)
2. Why you stuck with it
3. Preferred material brand name (if known)
4. Brief description of technique
5. A few lines about yourself, where people can see your work, etc.
6. Link to your website/blog
7. jpg of an example of your work, if you want that shared, with title, year, dimensions, materials
8. Anything else you'd like to add related to this topic

I'll post my story soon.

Artist Opportunity - Zip Code Show

Here's an opp MD/VA/DC artists may want to check out. No fee unless you're accepted. And if you are, it's only $30 to participate. Registration ends July 31, 2009.

So, what about space?

The ZIP Code Show is about artists and their relationships with their surroundings. This dog days of summer offering from and Art Outlet is presented in partnership with Halstead Arlington and the Columbia Pike Revitalization Organization.

Check out Art Outlet for more details or to register. The forum has info as well.

I had some ideas but am waffling about registering. I've got a lot on my plate right now... Then again, who doesn't these days? :)


7/17/09 amazingly beautiful. Makes me want to paint realistic landscapes, but I would never do them justice.

Nice Surprises

Stephen's been talking about rearranging our shared studio space, but I didn't expect to come back from a Girls' Night Out to find the chore practically done. Hopefully I won't make too big a mess of things tomorrow...

The Corcoran is offering Free Summer Saturdays and we had the pleasure of going today. Check out their schedule of events at the above link for special activities.

The Russian Soldier's Story (Landscape with Poppies)


He hadn't joined the army for this, to be told to strip down, to be shaved hairless everywhere with an old man's blade as he stood somewhere in Afghanistan, his comrades waiting. Run, they said and he did, black dust kicking up around him from the blur of red beneath his feet. They called him back and scraped the fuzz from his body with the same sharp blade to cook the opium down. His pores opened up to it and he passed out in the field of red.

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I don't know if people tell me their stories because there's something about me--maybe I look like a good listener--or because they simply have stories to tell. Maybe they tell stories often, to anyone who will listen. Maybe they are just repeating the same old tales and half-truths, embellished to impress their audience.

But I remember their stories, and in an age where oral histories have given way to blog posts and tweets, I value listening to the voice, the rise and fall of it, the intentional pauses while the teller waits for my reaction. I watch the hands move, the body lean in or away, the eyes make contact.

I heard this guy's story in the late 1980's. Did he have any idea that night, in the middle of a loud party, that I would hang on every word and imagine myself painting it for nearly two decades? He was an amazing storyteller, and I wonder if he's met other painters who have recreated his field of red.