Monday Morning Mark-A-Thon

Monday morning and I’m already whelmed. Not over, not under, but fully-to-the-brim-of-my-hat whelmed. I scramble some eggs and then scramble the family out the door, scramble onto the train and then if I get a seat, I scribble the scramble out of my mind for the nine stops to Atlantic Ave.

These drawings are ball point pen or sharpie on Staples brand laser paper precision-folded into quarters then placed in a denim back pocket sometimes for days (after four days they start looking like homeless paperwork), and then they are inscribed in the confines of the 2 or 3 train to Atlantic or 14th Street until they achieve proper visual verbiage.

A Love Letter To The City, a treatise on spray painted communication, Brushed out letters and bashed-out sentiments is now in bookstores. and TONIGHT TONIGHT March 25th, at the capital of culture in NYC, @strandbooks (826 Broadway) I am having a conversation with the justly famous Sacha Jenkins, who is an old friend that Ive been trying to catch up with, so now is the time. Well not now, tonight, 7:00pm. You have to buy a book, but I’ll sign it, and maybe the captain from SHR Airlines might bless you too. (maybe)

Also, I was offered $500 by a few (one) people (person) for the drawings sent out yesterday, which is both offer and opportunity. The offer is solid and the opportunity is to understand more about the business of art. So, let me tell a little about the business of being Stephen Powers, Artist (LLC).  I have never been represented by a gallery, but I did have an amazing 10 year association with Deitch Projects that ended when Jeffrey went to work on his tan in LA. In my first meeting with Jeffrey, he said he wouldn’t represent me (and Todd James, he was there), and that he would only show us one time, one and done. Well, we ended up doing a decade of shows and projects together, but true to his word, he let me represent myself. And so I represent the Art of Stephen Powers, and in doing so have to navigate all the crooked avenues of commerce without a GPS signal.  So short story long, the art market has spoken.