Wall of Spoons

Sooo. Spoons!  I paint spoons. Everyone asks me, “Why spoons?” And I really have no answer. I can look at the psychological metaphors for spoons like, “born with a silver spoon in your mouth,” or “feed your soul,” or even “spooning” (which I do happen to enjoy). But the real answer is that I wanted to paint people but they were too difficult so I figured I would start with a spoon because it is basically a person . . . without arms or legs. And after painting my first spoon, I thought, “I can do better that that.” So I pulled out the next canvas and tried again. And that is what I have been doing for the last 5 years.

The funniest thing about painting spoons is that I used to sell them at Farmer’s Markets in Hollywood and people would stop by and look at the paintings and say “spoons” and then just walk away. Like they couldn’t wrap their heads around why someone would devote their life to painting a single object. Especially one as insignificate as a spoon. Actually, I have wondered the same exact thing. All I can say to that person and to myself is that doing something over and over again, never giving up, no matter how simple and ordinary that thing is, and doing that thing with all of your being, that thing will eventually become something.

So with that, I’m off. . . to paint and make other ridiculously outrageous things.